And after this, so as I rede,[381] 5480 Fedra, the which hir Soster is, He tok in stede of hire, and this Fel afterward to mochel teene. For thilke vice of which I meene, Unkindeschipe, where it falleth, The trouthe of mannes herte it palleth, That he can no good dede aquite: So mai he stonde of no merite Towardes god, and ek also Men clepen him the worldes fo; 5490 For he nomore than the fend Unto non other man is frend, Bot al toward himself al one. Forthi, mi Sone, in thi persone This vice above alle othre fle. Mi fader, as ye techen me, I thenke don in this matiere. Bot over this nou wolde I hiere, Wherof I schal me schryve more. Mi goode Sone, and for thi lore,[382] 5500 After the reule of coveitise I schal the proprete devise Of every vice by and by. Nou herkne and be wel war therby. [Sidenote: [RAVINE.]] viii. _Viribus ex clara res tollit luce Rapina,_ _Floris et inuita virgine mella capit._ In the lignage of Avarice, [Sidenote: Hic tractat super illa specie cupida que Rapina nuncupatur, cuius mater extorcio ipsam ad deseruiendum magnatum curiis specialius commendauit.] Mi Sone, yit ther is a vice, [Sidenote: =P. ii. 312=] His rihte name it is Ravine,[383] Which hath a route of his covine. Ravine among the maistres duelleth, And with his servantz, as men telleth,[384] 5510 Extorcion is nou withholde: Ravine of othre mennes folde Makth his larder and paieth noght; For wher as evere it mai be soght, In his hous ther schal nothing lacke, And that fulofte abyth the packe Of povere men that duelle aboute. Thus stant the comun poeple in doute, Which can do non amendement; For whanne him faileth paiement,[385] 5520 Ravine makth non other skile, Bot takth be strengthe what he wile.[386] So ben ther in the same wise Lovers, as I thee schal devise,[387] That whan noght elles mai availe, Anon with strengthe thei assaile And gete of love the sesine,[388] Whan thei se time, be Ravine. [Sidenote: Confessor.] Forthi, mi Sone, schrif thee hier, If thou hast ben a Raviner 5530 Of love. [Sidenote: Amans.] Certes, fader, no: For I mi ladi love so,[389] That thogh I were as was Pompeie,[390] That al the world me wolde obeie, Or elles such as Alisandre, I wolde noght do such a sklaundre; [Sidenote: =P. ii. 313=] It is no good man, which so doth. [Sidenote: Confessor.] In good feith, Sone, thou seist soth: