game; A mannë’s mirth it will turn all to grame, 4881 And empty also great and heavy purses, And makë folkë for to purchase curses Of them that have thereto their good y-lent. Oh, fy for shamë! they that have been brent, 4882 Alas! can they not flee the firë’s heat? Ye that it use, I rede 4883 that ye it lete, 4884 Lest ye lose all; for better than never is late; Never to thrivë, were too long a date. Though ye prowl aye, ye shall it never find; Ye be as bold as is Bayard the blind, That blunders forth, and peril casteth none; 4885 He is as bold to run against a stone, As for to go beside it in the way: So farë ye that multiply, I say. If that your eyen cannot see aright, Look that your mindë lackë not his sight.