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EBBA 37089

British Library - Huth
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Of evyll tounges.

O Evyll tounges, which clap at everie wynd,
Ye slea the quicke, and eke the dead defame:
Those that live well, some fault in them ye fynd,
Ye take no thought, in sclaundring their good name.
Ye put just men, oft times to open shame,
Ye ryng so lowde, ye sound unto the Skyes:
And yet in proofe, ye sowe nothyng but lyes.

Ye make great hatred, where peace hath ben of long,
You bring good order to ruine and eke decaye:
Ye plucke downe right, ye doe enhaunce the wrong,
Ye tourne swete myrth, to wo and wallawaye.
Of mischeifs all, you are the ground I saye,
Happie is he, that liveth on such a sorte:
That nedes not feare such tounges of false reporte.


FINIS.
quod J. Canand.

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