Every man is become brutish 'and is' without knowledge; every goldsmith is put to shame by his graven image; for his molten image is falsehood, and there is no breath in them.
Ech man is maad a fool of kunnyng, ech crafti man is schent in a grauun ymage; for whi þat þat he wellide togidere is fals, and no spirit is in tho.