Full sooth it is that such proffér’d servíce Stinketh, as witnessë these oldë wise; 4778 And that full soon I will it verify In this canón, root of all treacherý, That evermore delight had and gladnéss (Such fiendly thoughtës in his heart impress 4779 ) How Christë’s people he may to mischief bring. God keep us from his false dissimulíng! What wistë this priest with whom that he dealt? Nor of his harm comíng he nothing felt. O sely 4780 priest, O sely innocent! With covetíse anon thou shalt be blent; 4781 O gracëless, full blind is thy conceit! For nothing art thou ware of the deceit Which that this fox y-shapen 4782 hath to thee; His wily wrenches