9 In it we blessen God, the fadir, and in it we cursen men, that ben maad to the licnesse of God.
10 Of the same mouth passith forth blessing and cursing. My britheren, it bihoueth not that these thingis be don so.
11 Whether a welle of the same hoole bringith forth swete and salt watir?
12 My britheren, whether a fige tre may make grapis, ethir a vyne figus? So nethir salt watir mai make swete watir.