VIII.

Then Lechery, that loathly corse,

Came bearing like a bagged horse,[51]

And Idleness did him lead;

There was with him an ugly sort[52]

And many stinking foul tramort,[53]

That had in sin been dead.

When they were enter'd in the dance,

They were full strange of countenance,

Like torches burning reid.

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