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Piers Plowman .....................................................................................................................................................1

William Langland....................................................................................................................................1

Prologue...................................................................................................................................................1

Passus 1 ....................................................................................................................................................5

Passus 2 ....................................................................................................................................................8

Passus 3 ..................................................................................................................................................12

Passus 4 ..................................................................................................................................................18

Passus 5 ..................................................................................................................................................21

Passus 6 ..................................................................................................................................................32

Passus 7 ..................................................................................................................................................38

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Passus 9 ..................................................................................................................................................43

Passus 10 ................................................................................................................................................47

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Piers Plowman

William Langland

Prologue 

Passus I 

Passus II 

Passus III 

Passus IV 

Passus V 

Passus VI 

Passus VII 

Passus VIII 

Passus IX 

Passus X 

Passus XI 

Passus XII 

Passus XIII 

Passus XIV 

Passus XV 

Passus XVI 

Passus XVII 

Passus XVIII 

Passus XIX 

Passus XX  

Prologue

In a somer seson, whan softe was the sonne, 

I shoop me into shroudes as I a sheep were, 

In habite as an heremite unholy of werkes, 

Wente wide in this world wondres to here. 

Ac on a May morwenynge on Malverne hilles 

Me bifel a ferly, of Fairye me thoghte. 

I was wery forwandred and wente me to reste 

Under a brood bank by a bourne syde; 

And as I lay and lenede and loked on the watres, 

I slombred into a slepyng, it sweyed so murye. 

Thanne gan I meten a merveillous swevene  

That I was in a wildernesse, wiste I nevere where. 

A[c] as I biheeld into the eest an heigh to the sonne, 

I seigh a tour on a toft trieliche ymaked, 

A deep dale bynethe, a dongeon therinne, 

With depe diches and derke and dredfulle of sighte. 

A fair feeld ful of folk fond I ther bitwene  

Of alle manere of men, the meene and the riche, 

Werchynge and wandrynge as the world asketh. 

Somme putten hem to the plough, pleiden ful selde, 

In settynge and sowynge swonken ful harde, 

And wonnen that thise wastours with glotonye destruyeth 

And somme putten hem to pride, apparailed hem therafter, 

In contenaunce of clothynge comen disgised

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In preieres and penaunce putten hem manye, 

Al for the love of Oure Lord lyveden ful streyte 

In hope to have heveneriche blisse  

As ancres and heremites that holden hem in hire selles, 

Coveiten noght in contree to cairen aboute 

For no likerous liflode hire likame to plese. 

And somme chosen chaffare; they cheveden the bettre  

As it semeth to oure sight that swiche men thryveth; 

And somme murthes to make as mynstralles konne, 

And geten gold with hire glee  [gilt]lees, I leeve

Ac japeres and jangeleres, Judas children, 

Feynen hem fantasies, and fooles hem maketh  

And han wit at wille to werken if they wolde. 

That Poul precheth of hem I wol nat preve it here: 

Qui loquitur turpiloquium is Luciferes hyne

Bidderes and beggeres faste aboute yede 

[Til] hire bely and hire bagge [were] bredful ycrammed, 

Faiteden for hire foode, foughten at the ale. 

In glotonye, God woot, go thei to bedde, 

And risen with ribaudie, tho Roberdes knaves; 

Sleep and sory sleuthe seweth hem evere. 

Pilgrymes and palmeres plighten hem togidere 

For to seken Seint Jame and seintes at Rome; 

Wenten forth in hire wey with many wise tales, 

And hadden leve to lyen al hire lif after. 

I seigh somme that seiden thei hadde ysought seintes: 

To ech a tale that thei tolde hire tonge was tempred to lye 

Moore than to seye sooth, it semed bi hire speche. 

Heremytes on an heep with hoked staves , 

Wenten to Walsyngham  and hire wenches after: 

Grete lobies and longe that lothe were to swynke 

Clothed hem in copes to ben knowen from othere, 

And shopen hem heremytes hire ese to have. 

I fond there freres, alle the foure ordres, 

Prechynge the peple for profit of [the wombe]: 

Glosed the gospel as hem good liked; 

For coveitise of copes construwed it as thei wolde. 

Manye of thise maistres mowe clothen hem at likyng 

For hire moneie and hire marchaundise marchen togideres. 

Sith charite hath ben chapman and chief to shryve lordes 

Manye ferlies han fallen in a fewe yeres. 

But Holy Chirche and hii holde bettre togidres 

The mooste meschief on molde is mountynge up faste. 

Ther preched a pardoner as he a preest were: 

Broughte forth a bulle with bisshopes seles, 

And seide that hymself myghte assoillen hem alle 

Of falshede of fastynge, of avowes ybroken. 

Lewed men leved hym wel and liked hise wordes, 

Comen up knelynge to kissen his bulle. 

He bonched hem with his brevet and blered hire eighen, 

And raughte with his rageman rynges and broches. 

Thus ye gyven youre gold glotons to helpe, 

And leneth it losels that leccherie haunten" 

Were the bisshop yblessed and worth bothe his eris, 

His seel sholde noght be sent to deceyve the peple. 

Ac it is noght by the bisshop that the boy precheth  

For the parisshe preest and the pardoner parten the silver 

That the povere [peple] of the parissche sholde have if they ne were. 

Persons and parisshe preestes pleyned hem to the bisshop 

That hire parisshes weren povere sith the pestilence tyme, 

To have a licence and leve at London to dwelle, 

And syngen ther for symonie, for silver is swete. 

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Bisshopes and bachelers, bothe maistres and doctours  

That han cure under Crist, and crownynge in tokene 

And signe that thei sholden shryven hire parisshens, 

Prechen and praye for hem, and the povere fede  

Liggen at Londoun in Lenten and ellis. 

Somme serven the King and his silver tellen, 

In Cheker and in Chauncelrie chalangen his dettes 

Of wardes and of wardemotes, weyves and streyves. 

And somme serven as servaunts lordes and ladies, 

And in stede of stywardes sitten and demen. 

Hire messe and hire matyns and many of hire houres 

Arn doone undevoutliche; drede is at the laste 

Lest Crist in Consistorie acorse ful manye" 

I parceyved of the power that Peter hadde to kepe  

To bynden and unbynden, as the Book telleth  

How he it lefte with love as Oure Lord highte 

Amonges foure vertues, most vertuous of alle vertues, 

That cardinals ben called and closynge yates 

There Crist is in kyngdom, to close and to shette, 

And to opene it to hem and hevene blisse shewe. 

Ac of the Cardinals at court that kaughte of that name 

And power presumed in hem a Pope to make 

To han the power that Peter hadde. impugnen I nelle  

For in love and in lettrure the eleccion bilongeth; 

Forthi I kan and kan naught of court speke moore. 

Thanne kam ther a Kyng: Knyghthod hym ladde; 

Might of the communes made hym to regne. 

And thanne cam Kynde Wit and clerkes he made, 

For to counseillen the Kyng and the Commune save. 

The Kyng and Knyghthod and Clergie bothe 

Casten that the Commune sholde hem [communes] fynde. 

The Commune contreved of Kynde Wit craftes, 

And for profit of al the peple plowmen ordeyned 

To tilie and to travaille as trewe lif asketh. 

The Kyng and the Commune and Kynde Wit the thridde 

Shopen lawe and leaute  eeh lif to knowe his owene. 

Thanne loked up a lunatik, a leene thyng withalle, 

And knelynge to the Kyng clergially he seide, 

"Crist kepe thee, sire Kyng, and thi kyngryche, 

And lene thee lede thi lond so leaute thee lovye, 

And for thi rightful rulyng be rewarded in hevene"' 

And sithen in the eyr on heigh an aungel of hevene 

Lowed to speke in Latyn  for lewed men ne koude 

Jangle ne jugge that justifie hem sholde, 

But suffren and serven  forthi seide the aungel: 

" Sum Rex, sum Princeps",neutrum fortasse deinceps " 

O qui iura regis Christi specialia regis, 

Hoc quod agas melius  iustus es, esto pius " 

Nudum ius a te vestiri vult pietate. 

Qualia vis metere, talia grana sere: 

Si ius nudatur, nudo de iure metatur; 

Si seritur pietas, de pietate metas'. 

Thanne greved hym a goliardeis, a gloton of wordes, 

And to the aungel an heigh answerde after: 

" Dum " rex" a " regere " dicatur nomen habere, 

Nomen habet sine re nisi studet iura tenere'. 

Thanne [c]an al the commune crye in vers of Latyn 

To the Kynges counseil  construe whoso wolde  

"Precepta Regis sunt nobis vincula legis"' 

With that ran ther a route of ratons at ones 

And smale mees myd hem: mo than a thousand 

Comen to a counseil for the commune profit; 

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For a cat of a court cam whan hym liked 

And overleep hem lightliche and laughte hem at his wille, 

And pleide with hem perillousli and possed aboute. 

"For doute of diverse dredes we dar noght wel loke" 

And if we grucche of his gamen he wol greven us alle  

Cracchen us or clawen us and in hise clouches holde. 

That us lotheth the lif er he late us passe. 

Mighte we with any wit his wille withstonde, 

We myghte be lordes olofte and lyven at oure ese'. 

A raton of renoun, moost renable of tonge, 

Seide for a sovereyn [salve] to hem alle, 

"I have yseyen segges', quod he, "in the Cite of Londoun 

Beren beighes ful brighte abouten hire nekkes, 

And somme colers of crafty work; uncoupled they wenden 

Bothe in wareyne and in waast where hem leve liketh, 

And outher while thei arn elliswhere, as I here telle. 

Were ther a belle on hire beighe, by Jesus, as me thynketh, 

Men myghte witen wher thei wente and awey renne. 

And right so', quod that raton, "reson me sheweth 

To bugge a belle of bras or of bright silver 

And knytten it on a coler for oure commune profit 

And hangen it upon the cattes hals  thanne here we mowen 

Wher he ryt or rest or rometh to pleye; 

And if hym list for to laike, thanne loke we mowen 

And peeren in his presence the while hym pleye liketh, 

And if hym wratheth, be war and his wey shonye'. 

Al the route of ratons to this reson assented; 

Ac tho the belle was ybrought and on the beighe hanged 

Ther ne was raton in al the route, for al the reaume of France, 

That dorste have bounden the belle aboute the cattes nekke, 

Ne hangen it aboute his hals al Engelond to wynne, 

[Ac] helden hem unhardy and hir counseil feble, 

And leten hire laboure lost and al hire longe studie. 

A mous that muche good kouthe, as me tho thoughte, 

Strook forth sternely and stood bifore hem alle, 

And to the route of ratons reherced thise wordes: 

"Though we hadde ykilled the cat, yet sholde ther come another 

To cracchen us and al oure kynde, though we cropen under benches. 

Forthi I counseille al the commune to late the cat worthe, 

And be we nevere so bolde the belle hym to shewe. 

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The while he caccheth conynges he coveiteth noght oure caroyne, 

But fedeth hym al with venyson; defame we hym nevere. 

For bettre is a litel los than a long sorwe: 

The maze among us alle, theigh we mysse a sherewe! 

For I herde my sire seyn, is seven yeer ypassed, 

""Ther the cat is a kitoun, the court is ful elenge''. 

That witnesseth Holy Writ, whoso wole it rede  

Ve terre ubi puer rex est, 

For may no renk ther reste have for ratons by nyghte. 

For many mennes malt we mees wolde destruye, 

And also ye route of ratons rende mennes clothes, 

Nere the cat of the court that kan you overlepe; 

For hadde ye rattes youre [raik] ye kouthe noght rule yowselve. 

"I seye for me', quod the mous, " I se so muchel after, 

Shal nevere the cat ne the kiton by my counseil be greved, 

Ne carpynge of this coler that costed me nevere. 

And though it costned me catel, biknowen it I nolde, 

But suffren as hymself wolde [s]o doon as hym liketh  

Coupled and uncoupled to cacche what thei mowe. 

Forthi ech a wis wight I warne  wite wel his owene!' 

(What this metels bymeneth, ye men that ben murye, 

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Devyne ye  for I ne dar, by deere God in hevene)! 

Yet hoved ther an hundred in howves of selk  

Sergeants, it semed, that serveden at the Barre, 

Pleteden for penyes and pounded the lawe, 

And noght for love of Oure Lord unlose hire lippes ones. 

Thow myghtest bettre meete myst on Malverne Hilles 

Than get a "mom' of hire mouth til moneie be shewed! 

Barins and burgeises and bondemen als 

I seigh in this assemblee, as ye shul here after; 

Baksteres and brewesteres and bochiers manye, 

Wollen webbesters and weveres of lynnen, 

Taillours and tynkers and tollers in markettes, 

Masons and mynours and many othere craftes: 

Of alle kynne lybbynge laborers lopen forth somme

As dykeres and delveres that doon hire dedes ille 

And dryveth forth the longe day with "Dieu save Dame Emme!' 

Cokes and hire knaves cryden, " Hote pies, hote! 

Goode gees and grys! Go we dyne, go we!' 

Taverners until hem tolden the same: 

"Whit wyn of Oseye and wyn of Gascoigne, 

Of the Ryn and of the Rochel, the roost to defie!' 

Al this I seigh slepyng, and sevene sythes more. 

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What this mountaigne bymeneth and the merke dale 

And the feld ful of folk, I shal yow faire shewe. 

A lovely lady of leere in lynnen yclothed 

Cam doun fom [the] castel and called me faire, 

And seide, "Sone, slepestow? Sestow this peple

How bisie they ben aboute the maze? 

The mooste partie of this peple that passeth on this erthe, 

Have thei worship in this world, thei wilne no bettre; 

Of oother hevene than here holde thei no tale'.

I was afeed of hire face, theigh she faire weere, 

And seide, " Mercy, madame, what [may] this [be] to mene?' 

"The tour upon the toft', quod she, "Truthe is therinne, 

And wolde that ye wroughte as his word techeth. 

For he is fader of feith and formed yow alle 

Bothe with fel and with face and yaf yow fyve wittes 

For to worshipe hym therwith while that ye ben here. 

And therfore he highte the erthe to helpe yow echone 

Of woilene, of lynnen, of liflode at nede 

In mesurable manere to make yow at ese; 

And comaunded of his curteisie in commune three thynges: 

Are none nedfulle but tho, and nempne hem I thynke, 

And rekene hem by reson  reherce thow hem after. 

"That oon is vesture from chele thee to save, 

And mete at meel for mysese of thiselve, 

And drynke whan thow driest  ac do noght out of reson, 

That thow worthe the wers whan thow werche sholdest. 

For Lot in hise lifdayes, for likynge of drynke, 

Dide by hise doughtres that the devel liked: 

Delited hym in drynke as the devel wolde, 

And leccherie hym laughte, and lay by hem bothe  

And al he witte it the wyn, that wikked dede: 

Inebriemus eum vino dormiamusque cum eo, ut 

servare possimus de patre nostro semen. 

Thorugh wyn and thorugh wommen ther was Loth acombred, 

And there gat in glotonie gerles that were cherles. 

Forthi dred delitable drynke and thow shalt do the bettre. 

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Mesure is medicine, though thow muchel yerne. 

Al is nought good to the goost that the gut asketh, 

Ne liflode to the likame that leef is to the soule. 

Leve nought thi likame, for a liere hym techeth  

That is the wrecched world, wolde thee bitraye. 

For the fend and thi flessh folwen togidere, 

And that [shendeth] thi soule; set it in thin herte. 

And for thow sholdest ben ywar, I wisse thee the beste.' 

"A, madame, mercy,' quod I, " me liketh wel youre wordes. 

Ac the moneie of this molde that men so faste holdeth  

Telleth me to whom that tresour appendeth.' 

Go to the Gospel,' quod she, "that God seide hymselven, 

Tho the poeple hym apposede with a peny in the Temple 

Wheither thei sholde therwith worshipe the kyng Cesar. 

And God asked of hem, of whom spak the lettre, 

And the ymage ylike that therinne stondeth? 

Cesares, thei seiden, "we seen it wel echone.' 

""Reddite Cesari,'' quod God, "" that Cesari bifalleth, 

Et que sunt Dei Deo, or ellis ye don ille.' 

For rightfully Reson sholde rule yow alle, 

And Kynde Wit be wardeyn youre welthe to kepe, 

And tutour of youre tresor, and take it yow at nede, 

For housbondrie and he holden togidres.' 

Thanne I frayned hire faire, for Hym that hire made, 

"That dongeon in the dale that dredful is of sighte  

What may it bemeene, madame, I yow biseche?' 

"That is the castel of care  whoso comth therinne 

May banne that he born was to bodi or to soule! 

Therinne wonyeth a wight that Wrong is yhote, 

Fader of falshede  and founded it hymselve. 

Adam and Eve he egged to ille, 

Counseilled Kaym to killen his brother, 

Judas he japed with Jewen silver, 

And sithen on an eller hanged hym after. 

He is lettere of love and lieth hem alle: 

That trusten on his tresour bitrayed arn sonnest.' 

Thanne hadde I wonder in my wit what womman it weere 

That swiche wise wordes of Holy Writ shewed, 

And halsede hire on the heighe name, er she thennes yede, 

What she were witterly that wissed me so faire. 

"Holi Chirche I am,' quod she, thow oughtest me to knowe. 

I underfeng thee first and the feith taughte. 

Thow broughtest me borwes my biddyng to fulfille, 

And to loven me leelly the while thi lif dureth.' 

Thanne I courbed on my knees and cried hire of grace, 

And preide hire pitously to preye for my synnes, 

And also kenne me kyndely on Crist to bileve, 

That I myghte werchen His wille that wroghte me to man: 

"Teche me to no tresor, but tel me this ilke = 

How I may save my soule, that seint art yholden.' 

"Whan alle tresors arn tried,' quod she,Treuthe is the beste. 

I do it on Deus caritas to deme the sothe; 

It is as dereworthe a drury as deere God hymselven. 

Who is trewe of his tonge and telleth noon oother, 

And dooth the werkes therwith and wilneth no man ille, 

He is a god by the Gospel, agrounde and olofte, 

And ylik to Oure Lord, by Seint Lukes wordes. 

The clerkes that knowen this sholde kennen it aboute, 

For Cristen and uncristen cleymeth it echone. 

" Kynges and knyghtes sholde kepen it by reson  

Riden and rappen doun in reaumes aboute, 

And taken transgressores and tyen hem faste 

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Til treuthe hadde ytermyned hire trespas to the ende. 

For David in hise dayes dubbed knyghtes, 

And dide hem sweren on hir swerd to serven truthe evere. 

And that is the profession apertly that apendeth to knyghtes, 

And naught to Fasten o Friday in fyve score wynter, 

But holden with hym and with here that wolden alle truthe, 

And never leve hem for love ne for lacchynge of silver  

And whoso passe[th] that point is apostata in the ordre. 

But Crist, kyngene kyng, knyghted ten  

Cherubyn and Seraphyn, swiche sevene and another, 

And yaf hem myght in his majestee  the murier hem thoughte  

And over his meene meynee made hem archangeles; 

Taughte hem by the Trinitee treuthe to knowe, 

To be buxom at his biddyng  he bad hem nought ellis. 

"Lucifer with legions lerned it in hevene, 

[And was the lovelokest to loke after Oure Lord (one)] 

Til he brak buxomnesse; his blisse gan he tyne, 

And fel fro that felawshipe in a fendes liknesse 

into a deep derk helle to dwelle there for evere. 

And mo thousandes myd hym than man kouthe nombre 

Lopen out with Lucifer in lothliche forme 

For thei leveden upon hym that lyed in this manere: 

Ponam pedem in aquilone, et similis ero Altissimo. 

And alle that hoped it myghte be so, noon hevene myghte hem holde, 

But fellen out in fendes liknesse [ful] nyne dayes togideres, 

Til God of his goodnesse [garte the hevene to stekie 

And gan stable it and stynte] and stonden in quiete. 

" Whan thise wikkede wenten out, wonderwise thei fellen  

Somme in eyr, somme in erthe, somme in helle depe; 

Ac Lucifer lowest lith of hem alle: 

For pride that he putte out, his peyne hath noon ende. 

And alle that werchen with wrong wende thei shulle 

After hir deth day and dwelle with that sherewe; 

Ac tho that werche wel as Holy Writ telleth, 

And enden as I er seide in truthe, that is the beste, 

Mowe be siker that hire soules shul wende to hevene, 

Ther Treuthe is in Trinitee and troneth hem alle. 

Forthi I seye, as I seyde er, by sighte of thise textes  

Whan alle tresors arn tried, Truthe is the beste. 

Lereth it th[u]s lewed men, for lettred it knoweth  

That Treuthe is tresor the trieste on erthe.' 

"Yet have I no kynde knowynge,' quod I, "ye mote kenne me bettre 

By what craft in my cors it comseth, and where.' 

"Thow doted daffe!' quod she, dulle are thi wittes. 

To litel Latyn thow lernedest, leode, in thi youthe: 

Heu michi quia sterilem duxi vitam iuvenilem! 

It is a kynde knowynge that kenneth in thyn herte 

For to loven thi Lord levere than thiselve, 

No dedly synne to do, deye theigh thow sholdest  

This I trowe be truthe; who kan teche thee bettre, 

Loke thow suffre hym to seye, and sithen lere it after; 

For thus witnesseth his word; worche thow therafter. 

" For Truthe telleth that love is triacle of hevene: 

May no synne be on hym seene that that spice useth. 

And alle his werkes he wroughte with love as hym liste, 

And lered it Moyses for the leveste thyng and moost lik to hevene, 

And also the plante of pees, moost precious of vertues : 

For hevene myghte nat holden it, so was it hevy of hymself, 

Til it hadde of the erthe eten his fille. 

And whan it hadde of this fold flessh and blood taken, 

Was nevere leef upon lynde lighter therafter, 

And portatif and persaunt as the point of a nedle, 

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That myghte noon armure it lette ne none heighe walles. 

" Forthi is love ledere of the Lordes folk of hevene, 

And a meene, as the mair is, [inmiddes] the kyng and the commune; 

Right so is love a ledere and the lawe shapeth: 

Upon man for hise mysdedes the mercyment he taxeth. 

And for to knowen it kyndely  it comseth by myght, 

And in the herte, there is the heed and the heighe welle. 

For in kynde knowynge in herte ther [coms]eth a myght  

And that falleth to the Fader that formed us alle, 

Loked on us with love and leet his sone dye 

Mekely for oure mysdedes, to amenden us alle. 

And yet wolde he hem no wo that wroughte hym that peyne, 

But mekely with mouthe mercy he bisoughte, 

To have pite of that peple that peyned hym to dethe. 

" Here myghtow sen ensample in hymself oone  

That he was myghtful and meke, and mercy gan graunte 

To hem that hengen hym heigh and his herte thirled. 

" Forthi I rede yow riche, haveth ruthe of the povere, 

Though ye be myghty to mote, beeth meke in youre werkes, 

For the same mesure that ye mete, amys outher ellis, 

Ye shulle ben weyen therwith whan ye wenden hennes: 

Eadem mensura qua mensi fueritis remecietur vobis. 

For though ye be trewe of youre tonge and treweliche wynne, 

And as chaste as a child that in chirche wepeth, 

But if ye loven leelly and lene the povere 

Of swich good as God sent, goodliche parteth, 

Ye ne have na moore merite in Masse ne in houres 

Than Malkyn of hire maydenhede, that no man desireth. 

For James the gentile jugged in hise bokes 

That feith withouten feetis (feblere] than nought, 

And as deed as a dorenai but if the dedes folwe: 

Fides sine operibus mortua est 

"Forthi chastite withouten charite worth cheyned in helle; 

It is as lewed as a lampe that no light is inne. 

Manye chapeleyns arn chaste, ac charite is aweye; 

Are none hardere than hii whan [hii] ben avaunced: 

Unkynde to hire kyn and to alle Cristene, 

Chewen hire charite and chiden after moore  

Swich chastite withouten charite worth cheyned in helle. 

Manye curatours kepen hem clene of hire bodies; 

Thei ben acombred with coveitise, thei konne noght out crepe, 

So harde hath avarice yhasped hem togideres. 

And that is no truthe of the Trinite, but tricherie of helle, 

And lernynge to lewed men the latter for to deele. 

For [thise ben wordes] writen in the [Euaungelie]: 

"" Date, et dabitur vobis  for I deele yow alle. 

And that is the lok of love that leteth out my grace, 

To conforten the carefulle acombred with synne.'' 

Love is leche of lif and next Oure Lord selve, 

And also the graithe gate that goth into hevene. 

Forthi I seye as I seide er by sighte of the textes: 

Whan alle tresors ben tried, Treuthe is the beste. 

"Now have I told thee what truthe is  that no tresor is bettre  

I may no lenger lenge thee with; now loke thee Oure Lord!' 

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Yet I courbed on my knees and cried hire of grace, 

And seide, " Mercy, madame, for Marie love of hevene, 

That bar that blisful barn that boughte us on the Rode  

Kenne me by sorn craft to knowe the false.' 

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Loke upon thi lett half, and lo where he stondeth  

Bothe Fals and Favel, and hire feeres manye!' 

I loked on my left half as the Lady me taughte, 

And was war of a womman wonderliche yclothed  

Purfiled with pelure, the pureste on erthe, 

Ycorouned with a coroune, the Kyng hath noon bettre. 

Fetisliche hire fyngres were fretted with gold wyr, 

And thereon rede rubies as rede as any gleede, 

And diamaundes of derrest pris and double manere saphires, 

Orientals and ewages envenymes to destroye. 

Hire robe was ful riche, of reed scarlet engreyned, 

With ribanes of reed gold and of riche stones. 

Hire array me ravysshed, swich richesse saugh I newere. 

I hadde wonder what she was and whos wif she were. 

"What is this womman,' quod I, so worthili atired?' 

"That is Mede the mayde.' quod she, hath noyed me ful ofte, 

And ylakked my lemman that Leautee is hoten, 

And bilowen h[ym] to lordes that lawes han to kepe. 

In the Popes paleis she is pryvee as myselve, 

But soothnesse wolde noght so  for she is a bastard, 

For Fals was hire fader that hath a fikel tonge, 

And nevere sooth seide sithen he com to erthe; 

And Mede is manered after hym, right as [asketh kynde]: 

Qualis pater, talis filius. Bona arbor bonum fructum facit. 

"I oughte ben hyere than [heo]  I kam of a bettre. 

My fader the grete God is and ground of alle graces, 

Oo God withouten gynnyng, and I his goode doughter, 

And hath yeven me Mercy to marie with myselve; 

And what man be merciful and leelly me love 

Shal be mylord and I his leef in the heighe hevene; 

And what man taketh Mede. myn heed dar I legge 

That he shal lese for hire love a lappe of Caritatis. 

"How construeth David the King of men that [cacch]eth Mede, 

And men of this moolde that maynteneth truthe, 

And how ye shul save yourself? The Sauter bereth witnesse: 

Domine, quis habitabit in tabernaculo tuo, 

"And now worth this Mede ymaried to a mansed sherewe, 

To oon Fals Fikeltonge, a fendes biyete. 

Favel thorugh his faire speche hath this folk enchaunted, 

And al is Lieres ledynge that [lady] is thus ywedded. 

Tomorwe worth ymaked the maydenes bridale; 

And there myghtow witen if thow wilt whiche thei ben alle 

That longen to that lordshipe, the lasse and the moore. 

Knowe hem there if thow kanst, and kepe [thee from hem alle], 

And lakke hem noght but lat hem worthe, til Leaute oe Justice 

And have power to punysshe hem  thanne put forth thi reson. 

Now I bikenne thee Crist,' quod she, "and his clene moder, 

And lat no conscience acombre thee for coveitise of Mede.' 

Thus lefte me that lady liggynge aslepe, 

And how Mede was ymaried in metels me thoughte  

That al the riche retenaunce that regneth with the False 

Were boden to the bridale on bothe two sides, 

Of alle manere of men, the meene and the riche. 

To marien this mayde was many man assembled, 

As of knyghtes and of clerkes and oother commune peple, 

As sisours and somonours, sherreves and hire clerkes, 

Bedelles and baillifs and brocours of chaffare, 

Forgoers and vitaillers and vokettes of the Arches; 

I kan noght rekene the route that ran aboute Mede. 

Ac Symonie and Cyvylle and sisours of courtes 

Were moost pryvee with Mede of any men, me thoughte. 

Ac Favel was the firste that fette hire out of boure 

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And as a brocour broughte hire to be with Fals enjoyned. 

Whan Symonye and Cyvylle seighe hir bother wille, 

Thei assented for silver to seye as bothe wolde. 

Thanne leep Liere forth and seide, "Lo! here a chartre 

That Gile with his grete othes gaf hem togidere,'  

And preide Cyvylle to see and Symonye to rede it. 

Thanne Symonye and Cyvylle stonden forth bothe 

And unfoldeth the feffement that Fals hath ymaked, 

And thus bigynnen thise gomes to greden ful heighe: 

"Sciant presentes futuri, 

Witeth and witnesseth, that wonieth upon this erthe, 

That Mede is ymaried moore for hire goodes 

Than for any vertue or fairnesse or any free kynde. 

Falsnesse is fayn of hire for he woot hire riche; 

And Favel with his fikel speche feffeth by this chartre 

To be Princes in Pride, and poverte to despise, 

To bakbite and to bosten and bere fals witnesse, 

To scorne and to scolde and sclaundre to make, 

Unbuxome and bolde to breke the ten hestes. 

And the erldom of Envye and Wrathe togideres, 

With the chastilet of cheste and chaterynge out of reson. 

The countee of Coveitise and alle the costes about  

That is usure and avarice  al I hem graunte 

In bargaynes and in brocages with al the burghe of thefte, 

And al the lordshipe of Leccherie in lengthe and in brede  

As in werkes and in wordes and in waitynges with eighes, 

And in wedes and in wisshynges and with ydel thoughtes 

Ther as wil wolde and werkmanshipe faylith.' 

Glotonye he gaf hem ek and grete othes togidere, 

And al day to drynken at diverse tavernes, 

And there to jangle and jape and jugge hir evencristen, 

And in fastynge dayes to frete er ful tyme were. 

And thanne to sitten and soupen til sleep hem assaille, 

And breden at burgh swyn, and bedden hem esily, 

Til Sleuthe and sleep sliken hise sydes; 

And thanne wanhope to awaken hym so with no wil to amende, 

For he leveth be lost  this is his laste ende. 

"And thei to have and to holde, and hire heires after, 

A dwellynge with the devel, and dampned be for evere, 

With alle the appurtinaunces of Purgatorie into the pyne of helle

Yeldynge for this thyng at one yeres ende 

Hire soules to Sathan, to suffre with hym peynes, 

And with hym to wonye with wo while God is in hevene.' 

In witnesse of which thyng Wrong was the firste, 

And Piers the Pardoner of Paulynes doctrine, 

Bette the Bedel of Bokynghamshire, 

Reynald the Reve of Rutland Sokene, 

Munde the Millere  and many mo othere. 

"In the date of the devel this dede I assele 

By sighte of Sire Symonie and Cyvyles leeve.' 

Thanne tened hym Theologie whan he this tale herde,

And seide to Cyvyle, "Now sorwe mote thow have  

Swiche weddynges to werche to wrathe with Truthe! 

And er this weddynge be wroght, wo thee bitide! 

For Mede is muliere, of Amendes engendred; 

And God graunted to gyve Mede to truthe, 

And thow hast gyven hire to a gilour  now God gyve thee sorwe! 

The text telleth thee noght so, Truthe woot the sothe, 

For Dignus est operarius his hire to have  

And thow hast fest hire to Fals; fy on thi lawe! 

For al bi lesynges thow lyvest and lecherouse werkes. 

Symonye and thiself shenden Holi Chirche, 

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The notaries and ye noyen the peple. 

Ye shul abiggen bothe, by God that me made! 

" Wel ye witen, wernardes, but if youre wit faille, 

That Fals is feithlees and fikel in hise werkes 

And as a bastarde ybore of Belsabubbes kynne. 

And Mede is muliere, a maiden of goode, 

And myghte kisse the Kyng for cosyn and she wolde. 

Forthi wercheth by wisdom and by wit also, 

And ledeth hire to Londoun, there lawe is yshewed, 

If any lawe wol loke thei ligge togideres. 

And though justices juggen hire to be joyned with Fals, 

Yet be war of the weddynge  for witty is Truthe, 

And Conscience is of his counseil and knoweth yow echone, 

And if he fynde yow in defaute and with the false holde, 

It shal bisitte youre soules ful soure at the laste.' 

Herto assenteth Cyvyle, ac Symonye ne wolde, 

Til he hadde silver for his se[el] and [signes] of notaries. 

Thanne fette Favel forth floryns ynowe 

And bad Gile, "Go gyve gold al aboute, 

And namely to the notaries, that hem noon faille; 

And feffe Falswitnesse with floryns ynowe, 

For he may Mede amaistrye and maken at my wille.' 

Tho this gold was ygyve, gret was the thonkyng 

To Fals and to Favel for hire faire yiftes, 

And comen to conforten from care theFalse, 

And seiden, "Certes, sire, cessen shul we nevere, 

Til Mede be thi wedded wif thorugh wit of us alle; 

For we have Mede amaistried with oure murie speche, 

That she graunteth to goon with a good wille 

To London, to loken if the lawe wolde 

Juggen yow joyntly in joie for evere.' 

Thanne was Falsnesse fayn and Favel as blithe, 

And leten somone alle segges in shires aboute, 

And bad hem alle be bown, beggers and othere, 

To wenden with hem to Westmynstre to witnesse this dede. 

Ac thanne cared thei for caples to carien hem thider; 

And Favel fette forth thanne foles ynowe 

And sette Mede upon a sherreve shoed al newe, 

And Fals sat on a sisour that softeli trotted 

And Favel on a flaterere fetisly atired. 

Tho hadde notaries none; anoyed thei were 

For Symonye and Cyvylle sholde on hire feet gange. 

Ac thanne swoor Symonye and Cyvylle bothe 

That somonours golde be sadeled and serven hem echone. 

"And late apparaille thise provisours in palfreyes wise; 

Sire Symonye hymself shal sitte upon hir bakkes. 

Denes and southdenes, drawe yow togideres; 

Erchedekenes and officials and alle youre registrers, 

Lat sadle hem with silver oure synne to suffre  

As devoutrye and divorses and derne usurie  

To bere bisshopes aboute abrood in visitynge. 

Paulynes pryvees for pleintes in consistorie 

Shul serven myself that Cyvyle is nempned. 

And cartsadle the commissarie  oure cart shal he [drawe], 

And fecchen us vitailles at fornicatores, 

And maketh of Lyere a lang cart to leden alle thise othere, 

As fobberes and faitours that on hire feet rennen.' 

And thus Fals and Favel fareth forth togideres, 

And Mede in the middes and alle thise men after. 

I have no tome to telle the tail that hem folweth, 

Of many maner man that on this molde libbeth, 

Ac Gyle was forgoer and gyed hem alle. 

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Sothnesse seigh hem wel, and seide but litel, 

A[c] priked his palfrey and passed hem alle, 

And com to the Kynges court and Conseience it tolde, 

And Conseience to the Kyng carped it after. 

" Now, by Cryst!' quod the Kyng, "and I cacche myghte 

Fals or Favel or any of hise feeris, 

I wolde be wroken of tho wrecches that wercheth so ille, 

And doon hem hange by the hals and alle that hem maynteneth. 

Shal nevere man of this molde meynprise the leeste, 

But right as the lawe loke[th], lat falle on hem alle!' 

And comaunded a constable that com at the firste, 

To attachen tho tyraunts: "For any [tresor], I hote, 

Fettreth Falsnesse faste, for any kynnes yiftes, 

And girdeth of Gyles heed  lat hym go no ferther; 

And bringeth Mede to me maugree hem alle! 

And if ye lacche Lyere, lat hym noght ascapen 

Er he be put on the pillory, for any preyere, I hote.' 

Drede at the dore stood and the doom herde, 

And how the Kyng comaunded constables and sergeaunts 

Falsnesse and his Felawship to fettren and to bynden. 

Thanne Drede wente wyghtliche and warned the False, 

And bad hym fle for fere, and hise feeris alle. 

Falsnesse for fere thanne fleigh to the freres 

And Gyle dooth hym to go, agast for to dye. 

Ac marchaunts metten with hym and made hym abyde, 

And bishetten hym in hire shoppes to shewen hire ware, 

Apparailed hym as a prentice the peple to serve. 

Lightliche Lyere leep awey thennes, 

Lurkynge thorugh lanes, tolugged of manye. 

He was nowher welcome for his manye tales, 

Over al yhonted and yhote trusse, 

Til pardoners hadde pite, and pulled hym into house. 

They wesshen hym and wiped hym and wounden hym in cloutes, 

And senten hym [on Sondayes with seles] to chirches, 

And gaf pardoun for pens poundemele aboute. 

Thanne lourede leches, and lettres thei sente 

That he sholde wonye with hem watres to loke. 

Spycers speken with hym to spien hire ware, 

For he kouthe on hir craft and knew manye gommes. 

Ac mynstrales and messagers mette with hym ones, 

And [with]helden hym an half yeer and ellevene dayes. 

Freres with fair speche fetten hymthen, 

And for knowynge of comeres coped hym as a frere; 

Ac he hath leve to lepen out as ofte as hym liketh, 

And is welcome whan he wile, and woneth with hem ofte. 

Alle fledden for fere and flowen into hernes; 

Save Mede the mayde na mo dorste abide. 

Ac trewely to telle, she trembled for fere, 

And ek wepte and wrong whan she was attached. 

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Now is Mede the mayde and no mo of hem alle, 

With bedeles and baillies brought bifore the Kyng. 

The Kyng called a clerk  l kan noght his name  

To take Mede the maide and maken hire at ese. 

I shal assayen hire myself and soothliche appose 

What man of this world that hire were levest. 

And if she werche bi wit and my wil folwe 

I wol forgyven hire this gilt, so me God helpe!' 

Curteisly the clerk thanne, as the Kyng highte, 

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Took Mede bi the myddel and broghte hire into chambre. 

Ac ther was murthe and mynstralcie Mede to plese; 

That wonyeth at Westmynstre worshipeth hire alle. 

Gentilliche with joye the justices somme 

Busked hem to the bour ther the burde dwellede, 

Conforted hyre kyndely by Clergies leve, 

And seiden, " Mourne noght, Mede, ne make thow no sorwe, 

For we wol wisse the Kyng and thi wey shape 

To be wedded at thi wille and wher thee leef liketh 

For al Conscienees cast or craft, as I trowe.' 

Mildely Mede thanne merciede hem alle 

Of hire grete goodnesse  and gaf hem echone 

Coupes of clene gold and coppes of silver, 

Rynges with rubies and richesses manye, 

The Ieeste man of hire meynee a moton of golde. 

Thanne laughte thei leve thise lordes at Mede. 

With that comenclerkes to conforten hire the same, 

And beden hire be blithe  "For we beth thyne owene 

For to werche thi wille the while thow myght laste.' 

Hendiliche heo thanne bihighte hem the same  

To loven hem lelly and lordes to make, 

And in the consistorie at the court do callen hire names. 

" Shal no lewednesse lette the clerke that I lovye, 

That he ne worth first avaunced for I am biknowen 

Ther konnynge clerkes shul clokke bihynde.' 

Thanne cam ther a confessour coped as a frere; 

To Mede the mayde [mekeliche he loutede] 

And seide ful softely, in shrift as it were, 

"Theigh lewed men and lered men hadde leyen by thee bothe. 

And Falshede hadde yfolwed thee alle thise fifty wynter, 

I shal assoille thee myself for a seem of whete, 

And also be thi bedeman, and bere wel thyn er[ende], 

Amonges knyghtes and clerkes, Conscience to torne. 

Thanne Mede for hire mysdedes to that man kneled, 

And shrof hire of hire sherewednesse  shamelees, I trowe; 

Tolde hym a tale and took hym a noble 

For to ben hire bedeman and hire brocour als. 

Thanne he assoiled hire soone and sithen he seide, 

" We have a wyndow in werchynge, wole stonden us ful hye; 

Woldestow glaze that gable and grave therinne thy name, 

Sykir sholde thi soule be hevene to have.' 

" Wiste I that,' quod the womman,I wolde noght spare 

For to be youre frend, frere, and faile yow nevere 

While ye love lordes that lecherie haunten 

And lakketh noght ladies that loven wel the same. 

It is a freletee of flessh  ye fynden it in bokes  

And a cours of kynde. wherof we comen alle. 

Who may scape the sclaundre, the scathe is soone amended; 

It is synne of the sevene sonnest relessed. 

Have mercy,' quod Mede, of men that it haunteth 

And I shal covere youre kirk, youre cloistre do maken, 

Wowes do whiten and wyndowes glazen, 

Do peynten and portraye [who paied] for the makynge, 

That every segge shall see I am suster of youre house.' 

Ac God to alle good folk swich gravynge defendeth  

To writen in wyndowes of hir wel dedes  

An aventure pride be peynted there, and pomp of the world; 

For God knoweth thi conscience and thi kynde wille, 

And thi cost and thi coveitise and who the catel oughte. 

Forthi I lere yow lordes, leveth swiche w[rityng]es  

To writen in wyndowes of youre wel dedes 

Or to greden after Goddes men whan ye [gyve] doles, 

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On aventure ye have youre hire here and youre hevene als. 

Nesciat sinsitra quid faciat dextra: 

Lat noght thi left half, late ne rathe, 

Wite what thow werchest with thi right syde  

For thus bit the Gospel goode men doon hir almesse. 

Maires and maceres, that menes ben bitwene 

The kyng and the comune to kepe the lawes, 

To punysshe on pillories and on pynynge stooles 

Brewesters and baksters, bochiers and cokes  

For thise are men on this molde that moost harm wercheth 

To the povere peple that parcelmele buggen. 

For thei poisone the peple pryveliche and ofte, 

Thei richen thorugh regratrie and rentes hem biggen 

With that the povere peple sholde putte in hire wombe. 

For toke thei on trewely, thei tymbred nought so heighe, 

Ne boughte none burgages  be ye ful certeyne! 

Ac Mede the mayde the mair h[eo] bisought[e] 

Of alle swiche selleris silver to take, 

Or presents withouten pens  as pieces of silver, 

Rynges or oother richesse the regratiers to mayntene. 

" For my love,' quod that lady, love hem echone, 

And suffre hem to selle somdel ayeins reson.' 

Salamon the sage a sermon he made 

For to amenden maires and men that kepen lawes, 

And tolde hem this teme that I telle thynke: 

Ignis devorabit tabernacula eorum qui libenter accipiunt munera, 

Among thise lettrede leodes this Latyn is to mene 

That fir shall falle and [for]brenne al to bloo askes 

The houses and the homes of hem that desireth 

Yiftes or yeresyeves because of hire offices. 

The Kyng fro counseil cam, and called after Mede, 

And ofsente hire as swithe with sergeaunts manye 

That broughte hire to boure with blisse and with joye. 

Curteisly the Kyng thanne comsed to telle; 

To Mede the mayde he melleth thise wordes: 

" Unwittily, womman, wroght hastow ofte; 

Ac worse wroghtest thow nevere than tho thow Fals toke. 

But I forgyve thee that gilt, and graunte thee my grace; 

Hennes to thi deeth day do so na moore! 

I have a knyght, Conscience, cam late fro biyonde; 

If he wilneth thee to wif, wiltow hym have?' 

"Ye, Iord,' quod that lady, " Lord forbede it ellis! 

But I be holly at youre heste, lat hange me soone!' 

Thanne was Conscience called to come and appere 

Bifore the Kyng and his conseil, as clerkes and othere. 

Knelynge Conseience to the Kyng louted, 

To wite what his wille were and what he do sholde. 

"Woltow wedde this womman,' quod the Kyng, "if I wole assente? 

For she is fayn of thi felaweshipe, for to be thi make.' 

Quod Conscience to theKyng, "Crist it me forbede! 

Er I wedde swich a wif, wo me bitide! 

For she is frele of hire feith, fikel of hire speche, 

And maketh men mysdo many score tymes. 

In trust of hire tresor she t[en]eth ful manye: 

Wyves and widewes wantounnesse she techeth, 

And lereth hem lecherie that loveth hire yiftes. 

Poure fader she felled thorugh false biheste, 

And hath apoisoned popes and peired Holy Chirche. 

Is noght a bettre baude, by Hym that me made, 

Bitwene hevene and helle, in erthe though men soghte! 

For she is tikel of hire tail, talewis of tonge, 

As commune as the cartwey to [knaves and to alle]  

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To monkes, to mynstrales, to meseles in hegges; 

Sisours and somonours, swiche men hire preiseth, 

Sherreves of shires were shent if she ne were  

For she dooth men lese hire lond and hire lif bothe. 

She leteth passe prisoners and paieth for hem ofte, 

And gyveth the gailers gold and grotes togidres 

To unfettre the Fals  fle where hym liketh; 

And taketh the trewe bi the top and tieth hym faste, 

And hangeth hym for hatrede that harm[e]de nevere. 

"To be cursed in consistorie she counteth noght a russhe 

For she copeth the commissarie and coteth hise clerkes. 

She is assoiled as soone as hireself liketh; 

She may neigh as muche do in a monthe ones 

As youre secret seel in sixe seore dayes! 

She is pryvee with the Pope  provisours it knoweth, 

For Sire Symonie and hirselve seleth hire bulles. 

She blesseth thise bisshopes, theigh thei be lewed; 

Provendreth persones and preestes she maynteneth 

To h[old]e lemmans and lotebies alle hire lif daies 

And bryngen forth barnes ayein forbode lawes. 

"Ther she is wel with the kyng, wo is the reaume  

For she is favorable to Fals and defouleth truthe ofte. 

By Jesus! with hire jeweles youre justice she shendeth 

And lith ayein the lawe and letteth hym the gate, 

That feith may noght have his forth, hire floryns go so thinke. 

She ledeth the lawe as hire list and lovedaies maketh, 

And doth men lese thorugh hire love that lawe myghte wynne  

The maze for a mene man, though he mote evere! 

Lawe is so lordlich, and looth to maken ende: 

Withouten presents or pens he pleseth wel fewe. 

"Barons and burgeises she bryngeth in sorwe, 

And al the comune in care that coveiten lyve in truthe, 

For clergie and coveitise she coupleth togidres. 

This is the lif of that lady  now Lord yyve hire sorwe, 

And alle that maynteneth hire men, meschaunee hem bitide! 

For povere men may have no power to pleyne though thei smerte, 

Swich a maister is Mede among men of goode.' 

Thanne mournede Mede and mened hire to the Kynge 

To have space to speke, spede if she myghte. 

The Kyng graunted hire grace with a good wille: 

"Excuse thee if thow kanst; I kan namoore seggen, 

For Conscience accuseth thee, to congeien thee for evere.' 

"Nay, lord,' quod that lady, "leveth hym the werse 

Whan ye witen witterly wher the wrong liggeth. 

Ther that meschief is gret, Mede may helpe. 

And thow knowest, Conscience, I kam noght to chide, 

Ne to deprave thi persone with a proud herte. 

Wel thow woost, wernard, but if thow wolt gabbe, 

Thow hast hanged on myn half ellevene tymes, 

And also griped my gold, and gyve it where thee liked. 

ow wrathest thee now, wonder me thynketh ! 

Yet I may, as I myghte, menske thee with yiftes 

And mayntene thi manhode moore than thow knowest. 

"Ac thow hast famed me foule bifore the Kyng here; 

For killed I nevere no kyng, ne counseiled therafter, 

Ne dide as thow demest  I do it on the Kynge. 

In Normandie was he noght noyed for my sake  

Ac thow thiself, soothly, shamedest hym ofte: 

Crope into a cabane for cold of thi nayles, 

Wendest that wynter wolde han ylasted evere, 

And dreddest to be ded for a dym cloude, 

And hyedest homward for hunger of thi wombe. 

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Withouten pite, pilour, povere men thow robbedest 

And bere hire bras at thi bak to Caleis to selle, 

Ther I lafte with my lord his lif for to save. 

I made his men murye and mournynge lette; 

I batred hem on the bak and boldede hire hertes, 

And dide hem hoppe for hope to have me at wille. 

Hadde I ben marchal of his men, by Marie of hevene! 

I dorste have leyd my lif and no lasse wedde, 

He sholde have be lord of that lond in lengthe and in brede, 

And also kyng of that kith his kyn for to helpe  

The leeste brol of his blood a barones piere! 

Cowardly thow, Conscience, conseiledest hym thennes  

To leven his lordshipe for a litel silver, 

That is the richeste reaume that reyn overhoveth. 

"It bicometh to a kyng that kepeth a reaume 

To yeve [men mede] that mekely hym serveth  

To aliens and to alle men, to honouren hem with yiftes; 

Mede maketh hym biloved and for a man holden. 

Emperours and erles and alle manere lordes 

Thorugh yiftes han yonge men to yerne and to ryde. 

The Pope and alle prelates presents underfongen 

And medeth men hemselven to mayntene hir lawes, 

Servaunts for hire servyce, we seeth wel the sothe, 

Taken mede of hir maistres, as thei mowe acorde. 

Beggeres for hir biddynge bidden men mede. 

Mynstrales for hir myrthe mede thei aske. 

The Kyng hath mede of his men to make pees in londe. 

Men that [kenne clerkes] craven of hem mede. 

Preestes that prechen the peple to goode 

Asken mede and massepens and hire mete [also]. 

Alle kyn crafty men craven mede for hir prentices. 

Marchaundise and mede mote nede go togideres: 

No wight, es I wene, withouten Mede may libbe! 

Quod the Kyng to Conscience, "By Crist, as me thynketh, 

Mede is worthi the maistrie to have!

"Nay,' quod Conscience to the Kyng and kneled to the erthe, 

"Ther are two manere of medes, my Iord, by youre leve. 

That oon God of his grace graunteth in his blisse 

To tho that wel werchen while thei ben here. 

The Prophete precheth therof and putte it in the Sauter: 

Domine, quis habitabit in tabernaculo tuo? 

Lord, who shal wonye in thi wones with thyne holy seintes 

Or resten in thyne holy hilles?  This asketh David. 

And David assoileth it hymself, as the Sauter telleth: 

Qui ingreditur sine macula et operatur iusticiam. 

Tho that entren of o colour and of one wille, 

And han ywroght werkes with right and with reson, 

And he that useth noght the lyf of usurie 

And enformeth povere men and pursueth truthe: 

Qui pecuniam suam non dedit ad usuram, et munera super innocentem 

And alle that helpen the innocent and holden with the rightfulle, 

Withouten mede doth hem good and the truthe helpeth  

Swiche manere men, my lord, shul have this firste mede 

Of God at a gret nede, whan thei gon hennes. 

"Ther is another mede mesurelees, that maistres desireth: 

To mayntene mysdoers mede thei take, 

And therof seith the Sauter in a salmes ende  

In quorum manibus iniquitates sunt; dextra eorum repleta est muneribus: 

And he that gripeth hir gold, so me God helpe, 

Shal abien it bittre, or the Book lieth! 

Preestes and persons that plesynge desireth, 

That taken mede and moneie for masses that thei syngeth, 

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Taken hire mede here as Mathew us techeth: 

Amen, amen, receperunt mercedem suam. 

That laborers and lewede [leodes] taken of hire maistres, 

It is no manere mede but a mesurable hire. 

In marchaundise is no mede, I may it wel avowe: 

It is a permutacion apertly  a penyworth for another. 

"Ac reddestow nevere Regum, thow recrayed Mede, 

Whi the vengeaunce fel on Saul and on his children? 

God sente to Saul by Samuel the prophete 

That Agag of Amalec and al his peple after 

Sholden deye for a dede that doon hadde hire eldres. 

"Forthi,' seide Samuel to Saul, "God hymself hoteth thee 

To be buxom at his biddynge, his wil to fulfille. 

Weend to Amalec with thyn oost, and what thow fyndest there  sle it: 

Burnes and beestes  bren hem to dethe! 

Widwes and wyves, wommen and children, 

Moebles and unmoebles, and al thow myght fynde  

Bren it, bere it noght awey, be it never so riche; 

For mede ne for monee, loke thow destruye it! 

Spille it and spare it noght  thow shalt spede the bettre.'' 

And for he coveited hir catel and the kyng spared, 

Forbar hym and his beestes bothe as the Bible witnesseth 

Otherwise than he was warned of the prophete, 

God seide to Samuel that Saul sholde deye, 

And al his seed for that synne shenfulliche ende. 

Swich a meschief Mede made the kyng to have 

That God hated hym for evere and alle his heires after. 

"The culorum of this cas kepe I noght to shewe; 

On aventure it noyed me, noon ende wol I make, 

For so is this world went with hem that han power 

That whoso seith hem sothest is sonnest yblamed! 

"I, Conseience, knowe this, for Kynde Wit it me taughte  

That Reson shal regne and reaumes governe, 

And right as Agag hadde, happe shul somme: 

Samuel shal sleen hym and Saul shal be blamed, 

And David shal be diademed and daunten hem alle, 

And oon Cristene kyng kepen [us] echone. 

Shal na moore Mede be maister as she is nouthe, 

Ac love and lowenesse and leautee togideres  

Thise shul ben raaistres on moolde [trewe men] to save. 

And whoso trespaseth ayein truthe or taketh ayein his wille, 

Leaute shal don hym lawe, and no lif ellis. 

Shal no sergeant for his service were a sik howve, 

Ne no pelure in his [paviloun] for pledynge at the barre. 

" Mede of mysdoeres maketh manye lordes, 

And over lordes Iawes [led]eth the reaumes. 

Ac kynde love shal come yit and Conscience togideres 

And make of lawe a laborer; swich love shal arise 

And swich pees among the peple and a parfit truthe 

That Jewes shul wene in hire wit, and wexen wonder glade, 

That Moyses or Messie be come into this erthe, 

And have wonder in hire hertes that men beth so trewe. 

"Alle that beren baselard, brood swerd or launce, 

Ax outher hachet or any wepene ellis, 

Shal be demed to the deeth but if he do it smythye 

into sikel or to sithe, to shaar or to kultour  

Conflabunt gladios suos in vomeres, c 

Ech man to pleye with a plow, pykoise or spade, 

Spynne, or sprede donge, or spille hymself with sleuthe; 

Preestes and persons with Plucebo to hunte, 

And dyngen upon David eche day til eve. 

Huntynge or haukyng if any of hem use, 

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His boost of his benefice worth bynomen hym after. 

"Shal neither kyng ne knyght, constable ne meire 

Over[carke] the commune ne to the court sompne, 

Ne putte hem in panel to doon hem plighte hir truthe; 

But after the dede that is doon oon doom shal rewarde 

Mercy or no mercy as Truthe [moste] acorde. 

" Kynges court and commune court, consistorie and chapitle  

Al shal be but oon court, and oon b[ur]n be justice: 

That worth Trewetonge, a tidy man that tened me nevere. 

Batailles shul none be, ne no man bere wepene, 

And what smyth that any smytheth be smyte therwith to dethe! 

Non levabit gens contra gentem gladium 

"And er this fortune falle, fynde men shul the worste, 

By sixe sonnes and a ship and half a shef of arwes; 

And the myddel of a moone shal make the Jewes torne, 

And Sarsynes for that sighte shul synge Gloria in excelsis c 

For Makometh and Mede myshappe shul that tyme; 

For Melius est bonum nomen quam divicie multe.' 

Also wroth as the wynd weex Mede in a while. 

" I kan no Latyn?' quod she. "Clerkes wite the sothe! 

Se what Salomon seith in Sapience bokes: 

That thei that yyven yiftes the victorie wynneth, 

And muche worshipe have therwith, as Holy Writ telleth  

Honorem adquiret qui dat munera, 

" I leve wel, lady,' quod Conscience, "that thi Latyn be trewe. 

Ac thow art lik a lady that radde a lesson ones, 

Was omnia probate, and that plesed hire herte  

For that lyne was no lenger at the leves ende. 

Hadde she loked that other half and the leef torned, 

She sholde have founden fele wordes folwynge therafter: 

Quod bonum est tenete  Truthe that text made. 

And so [mys]ferde ye, madame  ye kouthe na moore fynde 

Tho ye loked on Sapience, sittynge in youre studie. 

This text that ye han told were [tidy] for lordes, 

Ac yow failed a konnynge clerk that kouthe the leef han torned. 

And if ye seche Sapience eft, fynde shul ye that folweth. 

A ful teneful text to hem that taketh mede: 

50 And that is Animam autem aufert accipientium 

And that is the tail of the text of that tale ye shewed  

That theigh we wynne worshipe and with mede have victorie, 

The soule that the soude taketh by so muche is bounde. 

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" Cesseth!' seide the Kyng, " I suffre yow no lenger. 

Ye shul saughtne, forsothe, and serve me bothe. 

Kis hire,' quod the Kyng, "Conscience, I hote!' 

" Nay, by Crist!' quod Conscience, " congeye me rather! 

But Reson rede me therto, rather wol I deye.' 

"And I comaunde thee,' quod the Kyng to Conseience thanne, 

"Rape thee to ryde, and Reson that thow fecche. 

Comaunde hym that he come my counseil to here, 

For he shal rule my reaume and rede me the beste 

Mede and of mo othere, what man shal hire wedde, 

And acounte with thee, Conscience, so me Crist helpe, 

How thow lernest the peple, the lered and the lewed!' 

"I am fayn of that foreward,' seide the freke thanne, 

And ryt right to Reson and rouneth in his ere, 

And seide hym as the Kyng seide, and sithen took his leve. 

"I shal arraye me to ryde,' quod Reson,reste thee a while,' 

And called Caton his knave, curteis of speche, 

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And also Tomme Trewetongetelmenotales 

Ne lesyngetolaughenofforIlovedhemnevere. 

" Set my sadel upon SuffretilIsemytyme, 

And lat warroke hym wel with wittywordes gerthes. 

Hange on hym the hevy brydel to holde his heed lowe, 

For he wol make ""wehee'' twies er he be there.' 

Thanne Conscience on his capul caireth forth faste, 

And Reson with hym ryt, rownynge togideres 

Whiche maistries Mede maketh on this erthe. 

Oon Waryn Wisdom and Witty his fere 

Folwed hem faste, for thei hadde to doone 

In th'Eseheker and in the Chauncerye, to ben descharged of thynges, 

And riden faste for Reson sholde rede hem the beste 

For to save hem for silver from shame and from harmes. 

A[c] Conscience knew hem wel, thei loved coveitise, 

And bad Reson ryde faste and recche of hir neither: 

"Ther are wiles in hire wordes, and with Mede thei dweneth  

Ther as wrathe and wranglynge is, ther wynne thei silver; 

Ac there is love and leautee, thei wol noght come there: 

Contricio et infelicitas in viis eorum 

Thei ne gyveth noght of God one goose wynge: 

Non est timor Dei ante oculos eorum 

For thei wolde do moore for a dozeyne chiknes 

Than for the love of Oure Lorde or alle hise leeve seintes! 

Forthi, Reson, lat hem ride, tho riche by hemselve  

For Conscience knoweth hem noght, ne Crist, as I trowe.' 

And thanne Reson rood faste the righte heighe gate, 

As Conscience hym kenned, til thei come to the Kynge. 

Curteisly the Kyng thanne com ayeins Reson, 

And bitwene hymsel and his sone sette hym on benche, 

And wordeden wel wisely a gret while togideres. 

And thame com Pees into parliment and putte up a bill

How Wrong ayeins his wille hadde his wif taken, 

And how he ravysshede Rose, Reignaldes loove, 

And Margrete of hir maydenhede maugree hire chekes. 

" Bothe my gees and my grys hise gadelynges feccheth; 

I dar noght for fere of hem fighte ne chide. 

He borwed of me bayard and broughte hym hom nevere 

Ne no ferthyng therfore, for nought I koude plede. 

He maynteneth hise men to murthere myne hewen, 

Forstalleth my feires and fighteth in my chepyng, 

And breketh up my berne dores and bereth awey my whete, 

And taketh me but a taille for ten quarters otes. 

And yet he beteth me therto and lyth by my mayde; 

I am noght hardy for hym unnethe to loke!' 

The Kyng knew he seide sooth. for Conscience hym tolde 

That Wrong was a wikked luft and wroghte muche sorwe. 

Wrong was afered thanne, and Wisdom he soughte 

To maken pees with hise pens, and profred hym manye, 

And seide, "Hadde I love of my lord the Kyng, litel wolde I recche 

Theigh Pees and his power pleyned hym evere!' 

Tho wan Wisdom and Sire Waryn the Witty, 

For that Wrong hadde ywroght so wikked a dede, 

And warnede Wrong tho with swich a wis tale  

"Whoso wereheth by wille, writhe maketh ofte. 

I seye it by myself  thow shalt it wel fynde: 

But if Mede it make, thi meschief is uppe; 

For bothe thi lif and thi lond lyth in his grace.' 

Thanne wowede Wrong Wisdom ful yerne 

To maken his pees with his pens, handy dandy payed. 

Wisdom and Wit thanne wenten togidres, 

And token Mede myd hem mercy to wynne. 

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Pees putte forth his heed and his panne blody: 

"Withouten gilt, God woot, gat I this seathe.' 

Conseicnce and the commune knowen wel the sothe, 

Ac Wisdom and Wit were aboute faste 

To overcomen the Kyng with catel, if thei myghte. 

The Kyng swor by Crist and by his crowne bothe 

That Wrong for hise werkes sholde wo tholie, 

And combundede a eonstable to casten hym in irens, 

"And lete hym noght this seven yer seen his feet ones. 

"God woot,' quod Wisdom, "that were noght the beste! 

And he amendes mowe make, Iat Maynprise hym have 

And be borgh for his bale, and buggen hym boote, 

And so amenden that is mysdo, and everemoore the bettre.' 

Wit acorded therwith, and seide the same, 

"Bettre is that boote bale adoun brynge 

Than bale be ybet, and boote nevere the bettre!' 

Thanne gan Mede to meken hire, and mercy bisoughte, 

And profrede Pees a present al of pure golde. 

"Have this, man, of me,' quod she, "to amenden thi scathe, 

For I wol wage for Wrong, he wol do so na moore.' 

Pitously Pees thanne preyde to the Kynge 

To have mercy on that man that mysdide hym so ofte. 

"For he hath waged me wel, as Wisdom hym taughte, 

And I forgyve hym that gilt with a good wille. 

So that the Kyng assente, I kan seye no bettre, 

For Mede hath maad myne amendes  I may na moore axe.' 

"Nay', quod the Kyng tho, "so me Crist helpe! 

Wrong wendeth noghtawey er I wite more. 

Lope he so lightly, laughen he wolde, 

And eft the boldere be to bete myne hewen. 

But Reson have ruthe on hym, he shal reste in my stokkes 

As longe as [I] lyve, but lowenesse hym borwe.' 

Somme radde Reson tho to have ruthe on that shrewe, 

And for to counseille the Kyng and Conscience after 

That Mede moste be maynpernour, Reson thei bisoughte. 

" Reed me noght,' quod Reson, "no ruthe to have 

Til lordes and ladies loven alle truthe 

And haten alle harlotrie, to heren or to mouthen it; 

Til Pernelles purfill be put in hire hucche 

And childrene cherissynge be chastised with yerdes, 

And harlottes holynesse be holden for an hyne; 

Til clerkene coveitise be to clothe the povere and fede, 

And religiouse romeris Recordare in hir cloistres 

As Seynt Beneyt hem bad, Bernard and Fraunceis; 

And til prechours prechynge be preved on hemselve; 

Til the Kynges counseil be the commune profit; 

Til bisshopes bayardes ben beggeris chaumbres, 

Hire haukes and hire houndes help to povere religious; 

And til Seint James be sought there I shal assigne  

That no man go to Galis but if he go for evere; 

And alle Rome renneres for robberes of biyonde 

Bere no silver over see that signe of kyng sheweth  

Neither grave ne ungrave, gold neither silver  

Upon forfeture of that fee, who fynt hym at Dovere, 

But if it be marchaunt or his man, or messager with lettres, 

Provysour or preest, or penaunt for hise synnes. 

"And yet,' quod Reson, "by the Rode! I shal no ruthe have 

Whiff Mede hath the maistrie in this moothalle. 

Ac I may shewe ensamples as I se outher. 

I seye it by myself,' quod he, "and it so were 

That I were kyng with coroune to kepen a reaume, 

Sholde nevere Wrong in this world that I wite myghte 

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Ben unpunysshed in my power, for peril of my soule, 

Ne gete my grace thorugh giftes, so me God save! 

Ne for no mede have mercy, but mekenesse it made; 

For ""Nullum molum the man mette with inpunitum 

And bad Nullum bonum be irremuneratum.'' 

Lat thi confessour, sire Kyng, construe this [E]ngl[ys]sed, 

And if ye werchen it in werk, I wedde myne eris 

That Lawe shal ben a laborer and lede afeld donge 

And Love shal lede thi lond as the leef liketh.' 

Clerkes that were confessours coupled hem togideres 

Al to construe this clause, and for the Kynges profit, 

Ac noght for confort of the cornmune, ne for the Kynges soule, 

For I seigh Mede in the moothalle on men of lawe wynke, 

And thei laughynge lope to hire and lefte Reson manye. 

Waryn Wisdom wynked upon Mede 

And seide, " Madame, I am youre man, what so my mouth jangle; 

I falle in floryns,' quod that freke, "and faile speche ofte.' 

Alle rightfulle recorded that Reson truthe tolde. 

[Kynde] Wit acorded therwith and comendede hise wordes, 

And the mooste peple in the halle and manye of the grete, 

And leten Mekenesse a maister and Mede a mansed sherewe. 

Love leet of hire light, and Leaute yet lasse, 

And seide it so heighc that all the halle it herde: 

"Whoso wilneth hire to wyve, For welthe of hire goodes  

But he be knowe for a cokewold, kut of my nose!' 

Mede mornede tho, and made hevy chere, 

For the mooste commune of that court called hire an hore. 

Ac a sisour and a somonour sued hire faste, 

And a sherreves clerk bisherewed al the route: 

" For ofte have I,' quod he, 'holpen yow at the barre, 

And yet yeve ye me nevere the worth of a risshe!' 

The Kyng callede Conseience and afterward Reson, 

And recordede that Reson hadde rightfully shewed ; 

And modiliche upon Mede with myght the Kyng loked, 

And gan wexe wroth with Lawe, for Mede almoost hadde shent it, 

And seide,Thorugh youre lawe, as I leve, I lese manye chetes; 

Mede overmaistreth Lawe and muche truthe letteth. 

Ac Reson shal rekene with yow, if I regne any while, 

And deme yow, bi this day, as ye han deserved. 

Mede shal noght maynprise yow, by the Marie of hevene! 

I wole have leaute in lawe, and lete be al youre jangling, 

And as moost folk witnesseth wel, Wrong shal be demed.' 

Quod Conscience to the Kyng, 'But the commune wole assente,

It is ful hard, by myn heed, herto to brynge it, 

[And] alle youre lige leodes to lede thus evene.' 

"By Hym that raughte on the Rood!' quod Reson to the Kynge, 

But if I rule thus youre reaume, rende out my guttes  

If ye bidden buxomnesse be of myn assent.' 

"And I assente,' seith the Kyng, " by Seinte Marie my lady, 

Be my Counseil comen of clerkes and of erles. 

Ac redily, Reson, thow shalt noght ride hennes; 

For as longe as I lyve, lete thee I nelle.' 

'I am al redy.' quod Reson, "to reste with yow evere; 

So Conscience be of oure counceil, I kepe no bettre.' 

"And I graunte,' quod the Kyng, "Goddes forbode he faile! 

Als longe as oure lyf lasteth, lyve we togideres!' 

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The Kyng and hise knyghtes to the kirke wente 

To here matyns of the day and the masse after. 

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Thanne w~ked I of my wynkyng and wo was withalle 

That I ne hadde slept sadder and yseighen moore. 

Ac er I hadde faren a furlong, feyntise me hente, 

That I ne myghte ferther a foot for defaute of slepynge. 

I sat softely adoun and seide my bileve, 

And so I bablede on my bedes, thei broughte me aslepe. 

And thanne saugh I muche moore than I bifore tolde  

For I seigh the feld ful of folk that I before of seide, 

And how Reson gan arayen hym al the reaume to preche, 

And with a cros afore the Kyng comsede thus to techen. 

He preved that thise pestilences were For pure synne, 

And the southwestrene wynd on Saterday at even 

Was pertliche for pride and for no point ellis. 

Pyries and plumtrees were puffed to the erthe 

In ensample, ye segges, ye sholden do the bettre. 

Beches and brode okes were blowen to the grounde 

And turned upward here tail in tokenynge of drede 

That dedly synne er domesday shal fordoon hem alle. 

Of this matere I myghte mamelen ful longe, 

Ac I shal seye as I saugh, so me God helpe, 

How pertly afore the peple prechen gan Reson. 

He bad Wastour go werche what he best kouthe 

And wynnen his wastyng with som maner crafte. 

He preide Pemele hir purfil to lete, 

And kepe it in hire cofre for catel at hire nede. 

Tomme Stowue he taughte to take two staves 

And fecche Felice horn fro wyve pyne. 

He warnede Watte his wif was to blame 

For hire heed was worth half marc and his hood noght worth a grote, 

And bad Bette kutte a bough outher tweye 

And bete Beton therwith but if she wolde werche. 

And thanne he chargede chapmen to chastisen hir children: 

"Late no wynnyng forwanye hem while thei be yonge, 

Ne for no poustee of pestilence plese hem noght out of reson. 

My sire seide so to me, and so dide my dame, 

That the levere child the moore loore bihoveth; 

And Salamon seide the same, that Sapience made  

" Qui parcit virge odit filium. 

Whoso spareth the spryng spilleth hise children.''' 

And sithen he preide prelates and preestes togideres, 

" That ye prechen to the peple, preve it yowselve, 

And dooth it in dede  it shal drawe yow to goode. 

If ye leven as ye leren us, we shul leve yow the bettre.' 

And sithen he radde Religion hir rule to holde  

" Lest the Kyng and his Conseil youre comunes apeire 

And be stywards of youre stedes til ye be [stew]ed bettre.' 

And sithen he counseiled the Kyng his commune to lovye: 

"It is thi tresor, if treson ne were, and tryacle at thy nede.' 

And sithen he preide the Pope have pite on Holy Chirche, 

And er he gyve any grace, governe first hymselve. 

"And ye that han lawes to kepe, lat Truthe be youre coveitise 

Moore than gold outher giftes if ye wol God plese; 

For whoso contrarieth Truthe. He telleth in the Gospel, 

Amen dico vobis, nescio Vos. 

And ye that seke Seynt James and seyntes of Rome, 

Seketh Seynt Truthe, for he may save yow alle. 

Qui cum Patre et Filio  that faire hem bifalle 

That seweth my sermon'  and thus seyde Reson." 

Thanne ran Repentaunce and reherced his teme 

And gart Wille to wepe water with hise eighen. 

Pernele Proudherte platte hire to the erthe 

And lay longe er she loked, andLord, mercy!' cryde, 

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And bihighte to Hym that us alle made 

She sholde unsowen hir serk and sette there an heyre 

To affaiten hire flessh that fiers was to synne. 

" Shal nevere heigh herte me hente, but holde me lowe 

And suffre to be mysseyd  and so dide I nevere. 

But now wole I meke me and mercy biseche 

For al that I have hated in myn herte.' 

Thanne Lechour seide "Allas!' and on Oure Lady cryde, 

To maken mercy for hise mysdedes bitwene God and his soule 

With that he sholde the Saterday seven yer therafter 

Drynke but myd the doke and dyne but ones. 

Envye with hevy herte asked after shrifte 

And carefully mea culpa he comsed to shewe. 

He was as pale as a pelet, in the palsy he semed, 

And clothed in a kaurymaury  l kouthe it nought discryve  

In kirtel and courtepy, and a knyf by his syde; 

Of a freres frokke were the foresleves. 

And as a leek that hadde yleye longe in the sonne, 

So loked he with lene chekes, lourynge foule. 

His body was tobollen for wrathe, that he boot hise lippes, 

And wryngynge he yede with the fust  to wreke hymself he thoughte 

With werkes or with wordes whan he seyghe his tyme. 

Ech a word that he warp was of a neddres tonge; 

Of chidynge and of chalangynge was his chief liflode, 

With bakbitynge and bismere and berynge of fals witnesse: 

This was al his curteisie where that evere he shewed hym. 

"I wolde ben yshryve,' quod this sherewe, "and I for shame dorste. 

I wolde be gladder, by God! that Gybbe hadde meschaunce 

Than though I hadde this wouke ywonne a weye of Essex chese. 

I have a neghebore neigh me, I have anoyed hym ofte, 

And lowen on hym to lordes to doon hym lese his silver, 

And maad his frendes be his foon thorugh my false tonge. 

His grace and his goode happes greven me ful soore. 

Bitwene mayne and mayne I make debate ofte, 

That bothe lif and lyme is lost thorugh my speche. 

And whan I mete hym in market that I moost hate, 

I hailse hym hendely, as I his frend were; 

For he is doughtier than I, I dar do noon oother; 

Ac hadde I maistrie and myght  God woot my wille! 

"And whan I come to the kirk and sholde knele to the Roode 

And preye for the peple as the preest techeth  

For pilgrymes and for palmeres, for al the peple after  

Thanne I crye on my knees that Crist yyve hem sorwe 

That baren awey my bolle and my broke shete. 

Awey fro the auter thanne turne I myne eighen 

And biholde how [Hayne hath a newe cote; 

I wisshe thanne it were myn, and al the web after. 

And of his lesynge I laughe  that li[ght]eth myn herte; 

Ac for his wynnynge I wepe and waille the tyme; 

And deme men that thei doon ille, there I do wel werse: 

Whoso undernymeth me herof, I hate hym dedly after. 

I wolde that ech a wight were my knave, 

For whoso hath moore than I, that angreth me soore. 

And thus I lyve lovelees like a luther dogge 

That al my body bolneth for bitter of my galle. 

I myghte noght ete many yeres as a man oughte, 

For envye and yvel wil is yvel to defie. 

May no sugre ne swete thyng aswage my swellyng, 

Ne no diapenidion dryve it fro myn herte, 

Ne neither shrifte ne shame, but whoso shrape my mawe?' 

"Yis, redily!' quod Repentaunce, and radde hym to the beste, 

" Sorwe for synnes is savacion of soules.' 

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" I am evere sory,' quod [Envye], " I am but selde oother, 

And that maketh me thus megre, for I ne may me venge. 

Amonges burgeises have I be, [bigg]yng at Londoun, 

And gart bakbityng be a brocour to blame mennes ware. 

Whan he solde and I nought, thanne was I redy 

To lye and to loure on my neghebore and to lakke his chaffare. 

I wole amende this if I may, thorugh myght of God Almyghty.' 

Now awaketh Wrathe, with two white eighen, 

And nevelynge with the nose, and his nekke hangyng. 

"I am Wrathe,' quod he, "I was som tyme a frere, 

And the coventes gardyner for to graffen impes. 

On lymitours and listres lesynges I ymped, 

Til thei beere leves of lowe speche, lordes to plese, 

And sithen thei blosmede abrood in boure to here shriftes. 

And now is fallen therof a fruyt  that folk han wel levere 

Shewen hire shriftes to hem than shryve hem to hir persons. 

And now persons han parceyved that freres parte with hem, 

Thise possessioners preche and deprave freres; 

And freres fyndeth hem in defaute, as folk bereth witnesse, 

That whan thei preche the peple in many places aboue' 

I, Wrathe, walke with hem and wisse hem o 

Thus thei speken of spiritualte, that either despiseth oother, 

Til thei be bothe beggers and by my spiritualte libben, 

Or ellis al riche and ryden aboute; I, Wrathe, reste nevere 

That I ne moste folwe this wikked folk. For swich is my grace. 

"I have an aunte to nonne and an abbesse: 

Hir were levere swowe or swelte than suffre any peyne. 

I have be cook in hir kichene and the covent served 

Manye monthes with hem. and with monkes bothe. 

I was the prioresse potager and other povere ladies, 

And maad hem joutes of janglyng  that Dame Johane was a bastard, 

And Dame Clarice a knyghtes doughter  ac a cokewold was hir sire, 

And Dame Pernele a preestes fyle  Prioresse worth she nevere, 

For she hadde child in chirietyme, al oure Chapitre it wiste! 

Of wikkede wordes I Wrathe hire wortes made, 

Til ""Thow lixt!'' and ""Thow lixt!'' lopen out at ones 

And either hitte oother under the cheke; 

Hadde thei had knyves, by Crist! hir either hadde kild oother. 

Seint Gregory was a good pope, and hadde a good forwit 

That no Prioresse were preest  for that he [purveiede]: 

Thei hadde thanne ben infumis the firste day, thei kan so yvele hele counseil. 

"Among monkes I myghte be, ac manye tyme I shonye, 

For ther ben manye felle frekes my feeris to aspie  

Bothe Priour and Suppriour and oure Pater Abbas; 

And if I telle any tales, thei taken hem togideres, 

And doon me faste Frydayes to breed and to watre; 

And am chalanged in the Chapitrehous as I a child were, 

And baleised on the bare ers  and no brech bitwene! 

Forthi have I no likyng with tho leodes to wonye; 

I ete there unthende fissh and feble ale drynke. 

Ac outher while whan wyn cometh, whan I drynke wyn at eve, 

I have a flux of a foul mouth wel fyve dayes after. 

Al the wikkednesse that I woot by any of oure bretheren, 

I cou[gh]e it in oure cloistre, that al oure covent woot it.' 

"Now repente thee,' quod Repentaunce, "and reherce thow nevere 

Counseil that thow knowest, by contenaunce ne by speche; 

And drynk nat over delicatly, ne to depe neither, 

That thi wille by cause therof to wrathe myghte turne. 

Esto sobrius!' he seide, and assoiled me after, 

And bad me wilne to wepe my wikkednesse to amende. 

And thanne cam Coveitise, I kan hym naght discryve  

So hungrily and holwe Sire Hervy hym loked. 

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He was bitelbrowed and baberlipped, with two blered eighen; 

And as a letheren purs lolled hise chekes  

Wel sidder than his chyn thei chyveled for elde; 

And as a bondeman of his bacon his berd was bidraveled; 

With an hood on his heed, a lousy hat above, 

In a [torn] tabard of twelf wynter age; 

But if a lous couthe lepe the bettre, 

She sholde noght wa[ndr]e on that Welche, so was it thredbare! 

" I have ben coveitous,' quod this caytif, " I biknowe it here; 

For som tyme I served SymmeatteStyle, 

And was his prentice yplight his profit to wayte. 

First I lerned to lye a leef outher tweyne: 

Wikkedly to weye was my firste lesson. 

To Wy and to Wynchestre I wente to the feyre 

With many manere marchaundise, as my maister me highte. 

Ne hadde the grace of gyle ygo amonges my ware, 

It hadde ben unsold this seven yer, so me God helpe! 

"Thanne drough I me among drapiers, my Donet to lerne, 

To drawe the liser along  the lenger it semed; 

Among the riche rayes I rendred a lesson  

To broche hem with a paknedle, and playte hem togideres, 

And putte hem in a press[our] and pyned hem therinne 

Til ten yerdes or twelve tolled out thrittene. 

"My wif was a webbe and wollen cloth made; 

She spak to spynnesteres to spynnen it oute. 

The pound that she paied by peised a quartron moore 

Than myn owene auncer wh[an I] weyed truthe. 

"I boughte hire barly  she brew it to selle. 

Peny ale and puddyng ale she poured togideres; 

For laborers and lowe folk, that lay by hymselve. 

The beste ale lay in my bour or in my bedchambre, 

And whoso burned therof boughte it therafter  

A galon for a grote, God woot, no lesse, 

[Whan] it cam in cuppemele  this craft my wif used! 

Rose the Regrater was hir righte name; 

She hath holden hukkerye [this ellevene wynter]. 

Ac I swere now (so thee Ik!) that synne wol I lete, 

And nevere wikkedly weye ne wikke chaffare use, 

But wenden to Walsyngham, and my wif als, 

And bidde the Roode of Bromholm brynge me out of dette.' 

Repentedestow evere? ' quod Repentaunce, " or restitucion madest? ' 

Yis: ones I was yherbemed', quod he. with an heep of charmen: 

I roos whan thei were alreste and riflede hire malest 

"That was no restitucion,' quod Repentaunce, "but a robberis thefte; 

Thow haddest be bettre worthi ben hanged therfore 

Than for al that that thow hast here shewed! ' 

I wende riflynge were restitucion.' quod he, "for I lerned nevere rede on 

And I kan no Frenssh. in feith, but of the Fertheste ende of Northfolk.' 

" Usedestow evere usurie,' quod Repentaunce.in al thi lif tyme? ' 

" Nay, sothly,' he seide, "save in my youthe; 

I lerned among Lumbardes a lesson, and of Jewes  

To weye pens with a peis. and pare the hevyeste, 

And lene it for love of the cros, to legge a wed and lese it. 

Swiche dedes I dide write if he his day breke; 

I have mo manoirs thorugh rerages than thorugh Miseretur et commodat. 

I have lent lordes and ladies my chaffare, 

And ben hire brocour after, and bought it myselve. 

Eschaunges and chevysaunces  with swich chaffare I dele, 

And lene folk that lese wole a lippe at every noble. 

And with Lumbardes lettres I ladde gold to Rome, 

And took it by tale here and told hem there lasse.' 

" Lentestow evere lordes for love of hire mayntenaunce?' 

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"Ye, I have lent lordes. loved me nevere after, 

And have ymaad many a knyght bothe mercer and draper 

That payed nevere For his prentishode noght a peire of gloves!' 

"Hastow pite on povere men that [purely] mote nedes borwe?' 

"I have as muche pite of povere men as pedlere hath of cattes, 

That wolde kille hem, if he cacche hem myghte, for coveitise of hir skynnes! 

"Artow manlich among thi neghebores of thi mete and drynke?' 

" I am holden,' quod he, "as hende as hounde is in kichene; 

Amonges my neghebores namely swich a name ich have.' 

"Now [but thow repente the rather,' quod Repentaunce, "God lene thee nevere] 

The grace on this grounde thi good wel to bisette, 

Ne thyne heires after thee have joie of that thow wynnest, 

Ne thyne executours wel bisette the silver that thow hem levest: 

And that was wonne with wrong, with wikked men be despended. 

For were I a frere of that hous ther good feith and charite is, 

I nolde cope us with thi catel, ne oure kirk amende, 

Ne have a peny to my pitaunce, so God [pyne] my soule in helle, 

For the beste book in oure hous, theigh brent gold were the leves, 

And I wiste witterly thow were swich as thow tellest! 

Servus es alterius, cum fercula pinguia queris. 

Pane tuo pocius vescere, liber eris. 

"Thow art an unkynde creature  I kan thee noght assoille 

Til thow make restitucion' quod Repentaunce,and rekene with hem alle. 

And sithen that Reson rolle it in the Registre of hevene 

That thow hast maad ech man good, I may thee noght assoille. 

Non dimittitur peccatum donec restituatur ablatum. 

For alle that han of thi good, have God my trouthe, 

Ben holden at the heighe doom to helpe thee to restitue; 

And who so leveth noght this be sooth, loke in the Sauter glose, 

In Miserere mei, Deus, wher I mene truthe: 

Ecce enim veritatem dilexisti, 

Shal nevere werkman in this world thryve with that thow wynnest. 

Cum sancto sanctus eris construwe me this on Englissh.' 

Thanne weex that sherewe in wanhope and wolde han hanged hymself 

Ne hadde Repentaunce the rather reconforted hym in this manere: 

" Have mercy in thi mynde, and with thi mouth biseche it, 

For [his] mercy is moore than alle hise othere werkes  

Misericordia eius super omnia opera eius, c 

And al the wikkednesse in this world that man myghte werche or thynke 

Nis na moore to the mercy of God than in[middes] the see a gleede: 

Omnis iniquitas quantum ad misericordiam Dei est quasi scintilla in medio maris 

Forthi have mercy in thy mynde  and marchaundise, leve it! 

For thow hast no good ground to gete thee with a wastel 

But if it were with thi tonge or ellis with thi two hondes. 

For the good that thow hast geten bigan al with falshede, 

And as longe as thow lyvest therwith, thow yeldest noght but borwest. 

And if thow wite nevere to wh[om] ne wh[ere] to restitue, 

Ber it to the Bisshop, and bid hym of his grace 

Bisette it hymself as best is for thi soule. 

For he shal answere for thee at the heighe dome, 

For thee and for many mo that man shal yeve a rekenyng: 

What he lerned yow in Lente, leve thow noon oother, 

And what he lente yow of Oure Lordes good, to lette yow fro synne'. 

Now bigynneth Gloton for togoto shrifte, 

And kaireth hym to kirkewarde his coupe to shewe. 

Ac Beton the Brewestere bad hym good morwe 

And asked of hym with that, whiderward he wolde. 

"To holy chirche,' quod he, "for to here masse, 

And sithen I wole be shryven, and synne na moore.' 

" I have good ale, gossib,' quod she, " Gloton, woltow assaye?' 

" Hastow,' quod he, "any hote spices?' 

"I have pepir and pione,' quod she, "and a pound of garleek, 

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A ferthyngworth of fenel seed for fastynge dayes. 

Thanne goth Gloton in, and grete othes after. 

Cesse the Souteresse sat on the benche, 

Watte the Warner and his wif bothe, 

Tymme the Tynkere and tweyne of his [knav]es, 

Hikke the Hakeneyman and Hugh the Nedlere, 

Clarice of Cokkeslane and the Clerk of the chirche, 

Sire Piers of Pridie and Pernele of Flaundres, 

Dawe the Dykere, and a dozeyne othere  

A Ribibour, a Ratoner, a Rakiere of Chepe, 

A Ropere, a Redyngkyng, and Rose the Dysshere, 

Godefray of Garlekhithe and Griffyn the Walshe, 

And [of] upholderes an heep, erly by the morwe, 

Geve Gloton with glad chere good ale to hanselle. 

Clement the Cobelere caste of his cloke, 

And at the newe feire nempned it to selle. 

Hikke the Hakeneyman hitte his hood after, 

And bad Bette the Bocher ben on his syde. 

Ther were chapmen ychose this chaffare to preise: 

Whoso hadde the hood sholde han amcndes of the cloke. 

Tho risen up in rape and rouned togideres, 

And preised the penyworthes apart by hemselve. 

[There were othes an heep, for oon sholde have the werse]; 

Thei kouthe noght by hir conscience acorden in truthe, 

Til Robyn the Ropere arise the[i by]sou[ght]e, 

And nempned hym for a nounpere, that no debat nere. 

Hikke the Hostiler hadde the cloke 

In covenaunt that Clement sholde the cuppe fille 

And have Hikkes hood the Hostiler, and holden hym yserved; 

And whoso repented rathest shoulde aryse after 

And greten Sire Gloton with a galon ale. 

There was laughynge and lourynge and " Lat go the cuppe!' 

[Bargaynes and beverages bigonne to arise;] 

And seten so til evensong, and songen umwhile, 

Til Gloton hadde yglubbed a galon and a gille. 

His guttes bigonne to gothelen as two gredy sowes; 

He pissed a potel in a Paternosterwhile, 

And blew his rounde ruwet at his ruggebones ende, 

That alle that herde that horn helde hir nose after 

And wisshed it hadde ben wexed with a wispe of firses! 

He myghte neither steppe ne stonde er he his staf hadde, 

And thanne gan he to go like a glemannes bicche 

Som tyme aside and som tyme arere, 

As whoso leith lynes for to lacche foweles. 

And whan he drough to the dore, thanne dymmed hise eighen; 

He [thr]umbled on the thresshfold and threw to the erthe. 

Clement the Cobelere kaughte hym by the myddel 

For to liften hym olofte, and leyde hym on his knowes. 

Ac Gloton was a gret cherl and a grym in the liftyng, 

And koughed up a cawdel in Clementes lappe. 

Is noon so hungry hound in Hertfordshire 

Dorste lape of that levynge, so unlovely it smaughte! 

With al the wo of this world, his wif and his wenche 

Baren hym to his bed and broughte hym therinne; 

And after al this excesse he had an accidie. 

That he sleep Saterday and Sonday, till sonne yede to reste. 

Thanne waked he of his wynkyng and wiped hise eighen; 

The first word that he spak was  'Where is the bolle?' 

His wif [and his wit] edwyte[d] hym tho how wikkedly he lyvede. 

And Repentaunce right so rebuked hym that tyme: 

"As thow with wordes and werkes hast wroght yvele in thi lyve, 

Shryve thee and be shamed therof, and shewe it with thi mouthe.' 

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'I, Gloton,' quod the gome, 'gilty me yelde  

That I have trespased with my tonge, I kan noght telle how ofte 

Sworen ""Goddes soule and his sydes!' and "So helpe me God and halidome!' 

Ther no nede was nyne hyndred tymes; 

And overseyen me at my soper and som tyme at Nones, 

That I, Gloton, girte it up er I hadde gon a myle, 

And yspilt that myghte be spared and spended on som hungry; 

Over delicatly on f[ee]styng dayes dronken and eten bothe, 

And sat som tyme so long there that I sleep and eet at ones. 

For love of tales in tavernes [in]to drynke the moore I dy[v]ed; 

And hyed to the mete er noon [on] fastyng dayes.' 

" This shewynge shrift,' quod Repentaunce, " shal be meryt to the.' 

And thanne gan Gloton greete, and gret dcel to make 

For his Iuther Iif that he lyved hadde, 

And avowed to faste  "For hunger or for thurste, 

Shal never fyssh on Fryday defyen in my wombe 

Til Abstinence myn aunte have yyve me leeve  

And yet have I hated hire al my lif tyme!

Thanne cam Sleuthe al bislabered, with two slymy eighen. 

"l moste sitte,' seide the segge, "or ellis sholde I nappe. 

I may noght stonde ne stoupe ne withoute a stool knele. 

Were I brought abedde, but if my tailende it made, 

Sholde no ryngynge do me ryse er I were ripe to dyne.' 

He bigan Benedicite with a bolk, and his brest knokked, 

Raxed and rored  and rutte at the laste. 

What, awake, renk!quod Repentaunce, 'and rape thee to shryfte!' 

"If I sholde deye bi this day,' quod he, "me list nought to loke. 

I kan noght parfitly my Paternoster as the preest it syngeth, 

But I kan rymes of Robyn Hood and Randolf Erl of Chestre, 

Ac neither of Oure Lord ne of Oure Lady the leeste that evere was maked. 

I have maad avowes fourty, and foryete hem on the morwe; 

I parfournede nevere penaunce as the preest me highte, 

Ne right sory for my synnes, yet [seye I] was I nevere. 

And if I bidde any bedes, but if it be in wrathe, 

That I telle with my tonge is two myle fro myn herte. 

I am ocupied eche day, halyday and oother, 

With ydel tales at the ale and outherwhile in chirches; 

Goddes peyne and his passion, [pure] selde thenke I on it; 

I visited nevere feble men ne fettred folk in puttes; 

I have levere here an harlotrye or a somer game of souters, 

Or lesynges to laughen of and bilye my neghebores, 

Than al that evere Marc made, Mathew, Johan and Lucas. 

And vigilies and fastyng dayes  alle thise late I passe, 

And ligge abedde in Lenten and my lemman in myne armes 

Til matyns and masse be do, and thanne moste to the Freres; 

Come I to Ite, missa est I holde me yserved. 

I am noght shryven som tyme, but if siknesse it make, 

Noght twyes in two yer, and thanne [telle I up gesse]. 

"I have be preest and person passynge thritty wynter, 

Yet kan I neyther solve ne synge ne seintes lyves rede, 

But I kan fynden in a feld or in a furlang an hare 

Bettre than in Beutus vir or in Beati omnes 

Construe clausemel[e] and kenne it to my parisshens, 

I kan holde lovedayes and here a reves rekenyng, 

Ac in Canoun nor in Decretals I kan noght rede a lyne. 

"If I bygge and borwe aught, but if it be ytailed, 

I foryete it as yerne, and yif men me it axe 

Sixe sithes or sevene, I forsake it with othes; 

And thus tene I trewe men ten hundred tymes. 

And my servaunts som tyme, hir salarie is bihynde: 

Ruthe is to here the rekenyng whan we shal rede acountes, 

So with wikked wil and wrathe my werkmen I paye!

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"If any man dooth me a bienfait or helpeth me at nede, 

I am unkynde ayeins his curteisie and kan nought understonden it; 

For I have and have had somdel haukes maneres  

I am noght lured with love but ther ligge aught under the thombe. 

The kyndenesse that myn evenecristene kidde me fernyere 

Sixty sithes I, Sleuthe, have foryete it siththe 

In speche and insparge of speche; yspilt many a tyme 

Bothe flessh and fissh and manye othere vitailles, 

Bothe bred and ale. buttre, melk and chese 

Forsleuthed in my service til it myghte serve no man. 

I [yarn] aboute in youthe, and yaf me naught to lerne 

And evere sitthe have I be beggere [be] my foule sleuthe: 

Heu michi quia sterilem vitam duxi iuvenilem !' 

"Repentedestow the noght?' quod Repentaunce  and right with that he swowned 

Til Vigilate the veille fette water at hise eighen 

And flatte it on his face and faste on hym cryde 

And seide, 'Ware thee  for Wanhope wolde thee bitraye. 

""I am sory for my synnes'', seye to thiselve, 

And beet thiself on the brest, and bidde Hym of grace, 

For is no gilt here so gret that his goodnesse nys moore.' 

Thanne sat Sleuthe up and seyned hym swithe, 

And made avow tofore God for his foule sleuthe: 

"Shal no Sonday be this seven yer, but siknesse it [make], 

That I ne shal do me er day to the deere chirche 

And here matyns and masse as I a monk were. 

Shal noon ale after mete holde me thennes 

Til I have evensong herd  I bihote to the Roode! 

And yet wole I yelde ayein. [y]if I so muche have, 

Al that I wikkedly wan sithen I wit hadde; 

And though my liflode lakke, leten I nelle 

That ech man shal have his er I hennes wende; 

And with the residue and the remenaunt, bi the Rode of Chestre, 

I shal seken truthe erst er I se Rome!' 

Roberd the Robbere on Reddite loked, 

And for ther was noght wher[with], he wepte swithe soore. 

And yet the synfulle sherewe seide to hymselve: 

"Crist, that on Calvarie upon the cros deidest, 

Tho Dysmas my brother bisoughte thee of grace, 

And haddest mercy on that man for Memento sake; 

So rewe on this Rober[d] that Reddere ne have, 

Ne nevere wene to wynne with craft that I knowe; 

But for thi muchel mercy mitigacion I biseche: 

Dampne me noght at Domesday for that I dide so ille!' 

What bifel of this feloun I kan noght faire shewe. 

Wel I woot he wepte faste water with hise eighen, 

And knoweliched his [coupe] to Crist yet eftsoones, 

That Penitencia his pik he sholde polshe newe 

And lepe with hym over lond al his lif tyme, 

For he hadde leyen by Latro, Luciferis Aunte. 

And thanne hadde Repentaunce ruthe and redde hem alle to knele. 

" For I shal biseche for alle synfulle Oure Saveour of grace 

To amenden us of oure mysdedes and do mercy to us alle. 

Now God,' quod he, "that of Thi goodnesse gonne the world make, 

And of naught madest aught and man moost lik to thiselve, 

And sithen suffredest hym to synne, a siknesse to us alle  

And al for the beste, as I bileve, whatevere the Book telleth: 

O felix culpa ! O necessarium peccutum Ade ! 

For thorugh that synne thi sone sent was to this erthe 

And bicam man of a maide mankynde to save  

And madest Thiself with Thi sone us synfulle yliche: 

Faciamus hominem ad imaginem et similitudinem nostram; Et alibi 

Qui manet in caritate, in Deo manet, et Deus in eo;

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And siththe with Thi selve sone in oure sute deidest 

On Good Fryday for mannes sake at ful tym~ of the day; 

Ther Thiself ne Thi sone no sorwe in deeth feledest, 

But in oure secte was the sorwe, and Thi sone it ladde: 

Captivum duxit captivitatem. 

The sonne for sorwe therof lees sight for a tyme 

Aboute mydday whan moost light is and meeltyme of seintes  

Feddest tho with Thi fresshe blood oure forefadres in derknesse: 

Populus qui ambulabat in tenebris vidit lucem magnam. 

And the light that lepe out of Thee, Lucifer it blente, 

And blewe alle Thi blessed into the blisse of Paradys! 

"The thridde day therafter Thow yedest in oure sute: 

A synful Marie The seigh er Seynte Marie Thi dame, 

And al to solace synfulle Thow suffredest it so were  

Non veni vocare iustos set peccatores ad penitenciam. 

"And al that Marc hath ymaad, Mathew, Johan and Lucas 

Of Thyne doughtiest dedes was doon in oure armes: 

Verbum caro factum est et habitavit in nobis. 

And by so muche it semeth the sikerer we mowe 

Bidde and biseche, if it be Thi wille 

That art oure fader and oure brother  be merciable to us, 

And have ruthe on thise ribaudes that repenten hem soore 

That evere thei wrathed Thee in this world, in word, thought or dede!' 

Thanne hente Hope an horn of Deus tu conversus vivificabis nos 

And blew it with Beati quorum remisse sunt iniquitates 

That alle Seintes in hevene songen at ones 

"Homines et iumenta salvabis, quemadmodum multiplicasti misericordiam tuam, Deus 

A thousand of men tho thrungen togideres, 

Cride upward to Crist and to his clene moder 

To have grace to go [seke Truthe  God leve that they moten!] 

Ac there was wight noon so wys, the wey thider kouthe, 

But blustreden forth as beestes over ba[ch]es and hilles, 

Til late was and longe, that thei a leode mette 

Apparailled as a paynym in pilgrymes wise. 

He bar a burdoun ybounde with a brood liste 

In a withwynde wise ywounden aboute. 

A bolle and a bagge he bar by his syde. 

An hundred of ampulles on his hat seten, 

Signes of Synay and shelles of Galice, 

And many a crouch on his cloke, and keyes of Rome, 

And the vernicle bifore, for men sholde knowe 

And se bi hise signes whom he sought hadde. 

This folk frayned hym first fro whennes he come. 

" Fram Synay,' he seide, " and fram [the] Sepulcre. 

In Bethlem and in Babiloyne, I have ben in bothe, 

In Armonye, in Alisaundre, in manye othere places. 

Ye may se by my signes that sitten on myn hatte 

That I have walked ful wide in weet and in drye 

And sought goode Seintes for my soule helthe.' 

" Knowestow aught a corsaint,' [quod thei], " that men calle Truthe? 

Koudestow wissen us the wey wher that wye dwelleth?' 

"Nay, so me God helpe!' seide the gome thanne. 

"I seigh nevere palmere with pyk ne with scrippe 

Asken after hym er now in this place.' 

"Peter!' quod a Plowman, and putte forth his hed, 

"I knowe hym as kyndely as clerc doth hise bokes. 

Conscience and Kynde Wit kenned me to his place 

And diden me suren hym si[ththen] to serven hym for evere, 

Bothe to sowe and to sette the while I swynke myghte. 

I have ben his folwere al this fourty wynter  

Bothe ysowen his seed and suwed hise beestes, 

Withinne and withouten waited his profit, 

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Idyke[d] and id[o]lve, ido that he hoteth. 

Som tyme I sowe and som tyme I thresshe, 

In taillours craft and tynkeris craft, what Truthe kan devyse, 

I weve and I wynde and do what Truthe hoteth. 

For though I seye it myself, I serve hym to paye; 

I have myn hire of hym wel and outherwhiles moore. 

He is the presteste paiere that povere men knoweth: 

He withhalt noon hewe his hire that he ne hath it at even. 

He is as lowe as a lomb and lovelich of speche. 

And if ye wilneth to wite where that he dwelleth, 

I [wol] wisse yow [wel right] to his place.' 

'Ye, leve Piers!' quod thise pilgrimes, and profred hym huyre. 

'Nay, by [the peril of] my soule!' quod Piers and gan to swere, 

" I nolde fange a ferthyng, for Seint Thomas shryne! 

Truthe wolde love me the lasse a long tyme after. 

Ac if ye wilneth to wende wel, this is the wey thider: 

Ye moten go thorugh Mekenesse, bothe men and wyves, 

Til ye come into Conscience, that Crist wite the sothe, 

That ye loven Oure Lord God levest of alle thynges, 

And thanne youre neghebores next in none wise apeire 

Otherwise than thow woldest h[ii] wroughte to thiselve. 

"And so boweth forth by a brook, "" Bethbuxomofspeche', 

[Forto] ye fynden a ford, " Yourefadreshonoureth' : 

Honora patrem et matrem 

Wadeth in that water and wassheth yow wel there, 

And ye shul lepe the lightloker al youre lif ty 

And so shaltow se "Swerenoghtbutifitbefornede

AndnamelicheonydelthenameofGodAlmyghty.'' 

"Thanne shaltow come by a croft, but come thow noght therinne: 

The croft hatte "" Coveitenoghtmennescatelnehirewyves

Nenoonofhireservauntsthatnoyenhemmyghte.'' 

Loke thow breke no bowes there but if it be [thyn] owene. 

"Two stokkes ther stondeth. ac stynte th[ow] noght there: 

Thei highte ""Stelenoght'' and "" Slenoght''  strik forth by bothe, 

And leve hem on thi lift half and loke noght therafter, 

And hold wel thyn haliday heighe til even. 

"Thanne shaltow blenche at a bergh, "Berenotaiswitnesse''; 

He is frythed in with floryns and othere fees manye: 

Loke thow plukke no plaunte there, for peril of thi soule. 

" Thanne shalt thow see "" Seyesoothsoitbetodoone 

Innomanereellisnoghtfornomannesbiddyng.'' 

"Thanne shaltow come to a court as cler as the sonne. 

The moot is of Mercy the rnanoir aboute, 

And alle the walles ben of Wit to holden Wil oute, 

And kerneled with Cristendom that kynde to save, 

Botrased with "" Bileefsoorthowbeestnoghtsaved.'' 

"And alle the houses ben hiled, halles and chambres, 

With no leed but with love and lowe speche, as bretheren [of o wombe]. 

The brugge is of " Biddewelthebetmaythowspede;'' 

Ech piler is of penaunce, of preieres to seyntes; 

Of almesdedes are the hokes that the gates hangen on. 

"Grace hatte the gateward, a good man for sothe; 

His man hatte ""Amendeyow''  many man hym knoweth. 

Telleth hym this tokene: ""Truthe[w] the sothe  

I parfourned the penaunce that the preest me enjoyned 

And am sory for my synnes and so I shal evere 

Whan I thynke theron, theigh I were a Pope.' 

"Biddeth Amendeyow meke hym til his maister ones 

To wayven up the wiket that the womman shette 

Tho Adam and Eve eten apples unrosted: 

Per Evam cunctis clausa est et per Mariam virginem iterum patefacta est. 

For he hath the keye and the cliket, though the kyng slepe. 

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And if Grace graunte thee to go in in this wise 

Thow shalt see in thiselve Truthe sitte in thyn herte 

In a cheyne of charite, as thow a child were, 

To suffren hym and segge noght ayein thi sires wille. 

"Ac be war thanne of Wrathe, that wikked sherewe: 

He hath envye to hym that in thyn herte sitteth, 

And poketh forth pride to preise thiselven. 

The boldnesse of thi bienfetes maketh thee blynd thanne 

And [so] worstow dryven out as dew, and the dore closed, 

Keyed and cliketted to kepe thee withouten 

Happily an hundred wynter er thow eft entre! 

Thus myghtestow lesen his love, to lete wel by thiselve, 

And [gete it ayein thorugh] grace [ac thorugh no gifte ellis]. 

"Ac ther are seven sustren that serven Truthe evere 

And arn porters of the posternes that to the place longeth. 

That oon hatte Abstinence, and Humilite another; 

Charite and Chastite ben hise chief maydenes; 

Pacience and Pees, muche peple thei helpeth; 

Largenesse the lady, she let in ful manye  

Heo hath holpe a thousand out of the develes punfolde. 

"And who is sib to thise sevene, so me God helpe, 

He is wonderly welcome and faire underfongen. 

And but if ye be sibbe to some of thise sevene  

It is ful hard, by myn heed,' quod Piers, "for any of yow alle 

To geten ingong at any gate but grace be the moore!' 

"Now, by Crist!' quod a kuttepurs,I have no kyn there.' 

" Ne I', quod an apeward,by aught that I knowe.' 

"Wite God,' quod a wafrestere, "wiste I this for sothe, 

Sholde I never ferther a foot for no freres prechyng.' 

" Yis! ' quod Piers the Plowman, and poked hem alle to goode, 

"Mercy is a maiden there, hath myght over hem alle; 

And she is sib to alle synfulle, and hire sone also, 

And thorugh the help of hem two  hope thow noon oother  

Thow myght gete grace there  so thow go bityme.' 

"Bi Seint Poul!' quod a pardoner, paraventure I be noght knowe there: 

I wol go fecche my box with my brevettes and a bulle with bisshopes lettres. 

"By Crist!' quod a commune womman, thi compaignie wol I folwe. 

Thow shalt seye I am thi suster.' I ne woot where thei bicome. 

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"This were a wikkede wey but whoso hadde a gyde 

That [myghte] folwen us ech a foot'  thus this folk hem mened. 

Quod Perkyn the Plowman, " By Seint Peter of Rome! 

I have an half acre to erie by the heighe weye; 

Hadde I cryed this half acre and sowen it after, 

I wolde wende with yow and the wey teche.' 

"This were a long lettyng,' quod a lady in a scleyre; 

"What sholde we wommen werche the while?' 

"Somme shul sowe the sak ' quod Piers, " for shedyng of the whete; 

And ye lovely ladies with youre longe fyngres, 

That ye have silk and sandel to sowe whan tyme is 

Chesibles for chapeleyns chirches to honoure. 

Wyves and widewes, wolle and flex spynneth: 

Maketh cloth, I counseille yow, and kenneth so youre doughtres. 

The nedy and the naked, nymeth hede how thei liggeth, 

And casteth hem clothes, for so commaundeth Truthe. 

For I shal lenen hem liflode, but if the lond faille, 

As longe as I lyve, for the Lordes love of hevene. 

And alle manere of men that by mete and drynke libbeth, 

Helpeth hym to werche wightliche that wynneth youre foode.' 

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"By Crist!' quod a knyght thoo, "he kenneth us the beste; 

Ac on the teme, trewely, taught was I nevere. 

Ac kenne me,' quod the knyght, "and by Crist I wole assaye!' 

"By Seint Poul!' quod Perkyn, "Ye profre yow so faire 

That I shal swynke and swete and sowe for us bothe, 

And [ek] labour[e] for thi love al my lif tyme, 

In covenaunt that thow kepe Holy Kirke and myselve 

Fro wastours and fro wikked men that this world destruyeth; 

And go hunte hardiliche to hares and foxes, 

To bores and to bukkes that breken down myne hegges; 

And go affaite thi faucons wilde foweles to kille, 

For thei cometh to my croft and croppeth my whete.' 

Curteisly the knyght thanne co[nseyved] thise wordes: 

"By my power, Piers, I plighte thee my trouthe 

To fulfille this forward, though I fighte sholde; 

Als longe as I lyve I shal thee mayntene.' 

" Ye, and yet a point,' quod Piers, "I preye yow of moore: 

Loke ye tene no tenaunt but Truthe wole assente; 

And though ye mowe amercy hem, lat mercy be taxour 

And mekenesse thi maister, maugree Medes chekes. 

And though povere men profre yow presentes and yiftes, 

Nyme it noght, an aventure thow mowe it noght deserve; 

For thow shalt yelde it ayein at one yeres ende 

In a ful perilous place  Purgatorie it hatte. 

And mysbede noght thi bondemen  the bettre may thow spede; 

Though he be thyn underlyng here, wel may happe in hevene 

That he worth worthier set and with moore blisse: 

Amice, ascende superius. 

For in charnel at chirche cherles ben yvel to knowe, 

Or a knyght from a knave there  knowe this in thyn herte. 

And that thow be trewe of thi tonge, and tales that thow hatie, 

But if thei ben of wisdom or of wit, thi werkmen to chaste. 

Hold with none harlotes ne here noght hir tales, 

And namely at the mete swiche men eschuwe  

For it ben the develes disours, I do the to understonde.' 

"I assente, by Seint Jame,' seide the knyght thanne, 

"For to werche by thi wordes the while my lif dureth.' 

"And I shal apparaille me,' quod Perkyn, "in pilgrymes wise 

And wende with yow I wile til we fynde Truthe.' 

[He] caste on [hise] clothes, yclouted and hole, 

[Hise] cokeres and [hise] coffes for cold of [hise] nailes, 

And [heng his] hoper at [his] hals in stede of a scryppe: 

"A busshel of bred corn brynge me therinne, 

For I wol sowe it myself, and sithenes wol I wende 

To pilgrymage as palmeres doon, pardon for to have. 

And whoso helpeth me to erie or sowen here er I wende, 

Shal have leve, by Oure Lord, to lese here in hervest 

And make hym murie thermyd, maugree whoso bigruccheth it. 

And alle kynne crafty men that konne lyven in truthe, 

I shal fynden hem fode that feithfulliche libbeth  

Save Jakke the Jogelour and Jonette of the Stuwes, 

And Danyel the Deespleyere and Denote the Baude, 

And Frere the Faitour, and folk of his ordre, 

And Robin the Ribaudour, for hise rusty wordes. 

Truthe tolde me ones and bad me telle it forth: 

Deleantur de libro vivencium  I sholde noght dele with hem, 

For Holy Chirche is hote, of hem no tithe to aske, 

Quia cum iustis non scribantur. 

Thei ben ascaped good aventure  now God hem amende!' 

Dame Werchwhantymeis Piers wif highte; 

His doughter highte Dorightsoorthidameshaltheebete; 

His sone highte SuffrethiSovereynstohavenhirwille: 

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Demehemnoghtforifthowdoostthowshaltitdeereabugge; 

LatGodyworthewithalforsoHiswordtecheth. 

"For now I am old and hoor and have of myn owene, 

To penaunce and to pilgrimage I wol passe with thise othere; 

Forthi I wole er I wende do write my biqueste. 

In Dei nomine, Amen, I make it myselve. 

' He shal have my soule that best hath deserved it, 

And [defende it fro the fend], for so I bileve, 

Til I come to hise acountes as my crede me telleth, 

To have a relees and a remission  on that rental I leve. 

"The kirke shal have my caroyne, and kepe my bones, 

For of my corn and catel he craved the tithe. 

I paide it hym prestly, for peril of my soule; 

Forthi is he holden, I hope, to have me in his masse 

And mengen me in his memorie amonges alle Cristene. 

" My wif shal have of that I wan with truthe, and namoore, 

And dele among my doughtres and my deere children; 

For though I deye today, my dettes are quyte; 

I bar hom that I borwed er I to bedde yede. 

And with the residue and the remenaunt, by the Rode of Lukes! 

I wol worshipe therwith Truthe by my lyve, 

And ben His pilgrym atte plow for povere mennes sake. 

My plowpote shal be my pikstaf, and picche atwo the rotes, 

And helpe my cultour to kerve and clense the furwes.' 

Now is Perkyn and thise pilgrimes to the plow faren. 

To erie this halfacre holpen hym manye; 

Dikeres and delveres digged up the balkes; 

Therwith was Perkyn apayed and preised hem faste. 

Othere werkmen ther were that wroghten ful yerne: 

Ech man in his manere made hymself to doone, 

And somme to plese Perkyn piked up the wedes. 

At heigh prime Piers leet the plough stonde, 

To oversen hem hymself; whoso best wroghte, 

He sholde be hired therafter, whan hervest tyme come. 

Thanne seten somme and songen atte nale, 

And holpen ere this half acre with "How trolly lolly!' 

"Now, by the peril of my soule!' quod Piers al in pure tene, 

"But ye arise the rather and rape yow to werche, 

Shal no greyn that here groweth glade yow at nede, 

And though ye deye for doel, the devel have that recche!' 

Tho were faitours afered, and feyned hem blynde; 

Somme leide hir legges aliry, as swiche losels konneth, 

And made hir [pleynt] to Piers and preide hym of grace: 

"For we have no lymes to laboure with, lord, ygraced be ye! 

Ac we preie for yow, Piers, and for youre plowgh bothe, 

That God of his grace youre greyn multiplie 

And yelde yow of youre almesse that ye yyve us here; 

For we may neither swynke ne swete, swich siknesse us eyleth.' 

If it be sooth.' quod Piers, "that ye seyn, I shal it soone aspie. 

Ye ben wastours, I woot wel, and Truthe woot the sothe; 

And I am his olde hyne and highte hym to warne 

Whiche thei were in this world hise werkmen apeired. 

Ye wasten that men wynnen with travaille and with tene; 

Ac Truthe shal teche yow his teme to dryve, 

Or ye shul eten barly breed and of the broke drynke; 

But if he be blynd or brokelegged or bolted with irens, 

He shal ete whete breed and [with myselve drynke] 

Til God of his goodnesse garisoun] hym sende. 

Ac ye myghte travaille as Truthe wolde and take mete and hyre 

To kepe kyen in the feld, the corn fro the bestes, 

Diken or delven or dyngen upon sheves, 

Or helpe make morter or bere muk afeld. 

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In lecherie and losengerie ye lyven, and in sleuthe, 

And al is thorugh suffraunce that vengeaunce yow ne taketh! 

"Ac ancres and heremites that eten but at Nones 

And na moore er morwe  myn almesse shul thei have, 

And of my catel to cope hem with that han cloistres and chirches. 

Ac Robert Renaboute shal [right] noght have of myne, 

Ne postles, but thei preche konne and have power of the bisshop: 

Thei shul have payn and potage and [put] hemself at ese  

For it is an unresonable Religion that hath right noght of certein.' 

Thanne gan Wastour to wrathen hym and wolde have yfoughte, 

And to Piers the Plowman he profrede his glove. 

A Bretoner, a braggere, abosted Piers als 

And bad hym go pissen with his plowgh, forpynede sherewe! 

'Wiltow or neltow, we wol have oure wille 

Of thi flour and of thi flesshe  fecche whanne us liketh, 

And maken us murye thermyde, maugree thi chekes.' 

Thanne Piers the Plowman pleyned hym to the knyghte 

To kepen hym as covenaunt was fro cursede sherewes 

And fro thise wastours wolveskynnes that maketh the world deere: 

" For tho wasten and wynnen noght, and that [while ilke] 

Worth nevere plentee among the peple the while my plowgh liggeth.' 

Curteisly the knyght thanne, as his kynde wolde, 

Warnede Wastour and wissed hym bettre: 

"Or thow shalt abigge by the lawe, by the ordre that I bere!' 

" I was noght wont to werche,' quod Wastour, "and now wol I noght bigynne! '

And leet light of the lawe, and lasse of the knyghte, 

And sette Piers at a pese, and his plowgh bothe, 

And manaced Piers and his men if thei mette eftsoone. 

" Now, by the peril of my soule!' quod Piers, " I shal apeire yow alle'  

And houped after Hunger, that herde hym at the firste. 

"Awreke me of thise wastours,' quod he, "that this world shendeth!' 

Hunger in haste thoo hente Wastour by the mawe 

And wrong hym so by the wombe that al watrede hise eighen. 

He buffetted the Bretoner aboute the chekes 

That he loked lik a lanterne al his lif after. 

He bette hem so bothe, he brast ner hire guttes; 

Ne hadde Piers with a pese lootpreyed [hym bileve], 

They hadde be dolven bothe  ne deme thow noon oother. 

"Suffre hem lyve,' he seideand lat hem etc with hogges, 

Or ellis benes and bren ybaken togideres.' 

Faitours for fere herof flowen into bernes 

And flapten on with flailes fro morwe til even, 

That hunger was noght hardy on hem for to loke 

For a potful of peses that Piers hadde ymaked. 

An heep of herernytes henten hem spades 

And kitten hir copes and courtepies hem maked. 

And wente as werkmen with spades and with shoveles, 

And dolven and dikeden to dryve awey Hunger. 

Blynde and bedreden were bootned a thousand, 

That seten to begge silver, soone were thei heeled ; 

For that was bake for Bayard was boote for many hungry; 

And many a beggere for benes buxum was to swynke, 

And ech a povere man wel apaied to have pesen for his hyre, 

And what Piers preide hem to do as prest as a sperhauk. 

And [Piers was proud therof ], and putte hem to werke 

And yaf hem mete as he myghte aforthe and mesurable hyre. 

Thanne hadde Piers pite, and preide Hunger to wende 

Hoom into his owene erd and holden hym there [evere]: 

" For I am wel awroke of wastours thorugh thy myghte. 

Ac I preie thee, er thow passe,' quod Piers to Hunger, 

"Of beggeris and of bidderis what best be to doone? 

For I woot wel, be thow went, thei wol werche ful ille; 

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Meschief it maketh thei be so meke nouthe, 

And for defaute of hire foode this folk is at my wille. 

[And] it are my blody bretheren, for God boughte us alle. 

Truthe taughte me ones to loven hem ech one 

And to helpen hem of alle thyng, ay as hem nedeth. 

Now wolde I wite of thee, what were the beste, 

And how I myghte amaistren hem and make hem to werche.' 

" Here now,' quod Hunger, "and hoold it for a wisdom: 

Bolde beggeris and bigge that mowe hir breed biswynke, 

With houndes breed and horse breed hoold up hir hertes  

Aba[v]e hem with benes, for bollynge of hir wombe; 

And if the gomes grucche, bidde hem go swynke, 

And he shal soupe swetter whan he it hath deserved. 

"Ac if thow fynde any freke that Fortune hath apeired 

Or any manere false men, fonde thow swiche to knowe: 

Conforte hem with thi catel for Cristes love of hevene; 

Love hem and lene hem, for so Iawe of [kynde wolde]: 

Alter alterius onlera portate. 

And alle manere of men that thow myght aspie 

That nedy ben [or naked, and nought han to spende, 

Love hem and lakke hem noght  lat God take the vengeaunce; 

Theigh thei doon yvele, lat thow God yworthe: 

Michi vindictam et ego retribuam. 

And if thow wilt be gracious to God, do as the Gospel techeth, 

And bilove thee amonges lowe men  so shaltow lacche grace: 

Facite vobis amicos de mammona iniquitatis.' 

"I wolde noght greve God,' quod Piers,for al the good on grounde!' 

Mighte I synnelees do as thow seist?' seide Piers thanne. 

"Ye, I bihote thee,' quod Hunger, "or ellis the Bible lieth 

Go to Genesis the geaunt, the engendrour of us alle: 

""In sudore and swynk thow shalt thi mete tilie, 

And laboure for thi liflode,'' and so Oure Lord highte. 

And Sapience seith the same  I seigh it in the Bible: 

"" Piger pro frigore no feeld nolde tilie  

And therfore he shal begge and bidde, and no man bete his hunger.'' 

" Mathew with mannes face moutheth thise wordes  

That servus nequam hadde a mnam, and for he wolde noght chaffare, 

He hadde maugree of his maister everemoore after; 

And bynam hym his mnam for he ne wolde werche, 

And yaf that mnam to hym that ten mnames hadde, 

And with that he seide, that Holy Chirche it herde: 

"" He that hath shal have and helpe there it nedeth; 

And he that noght hath shal noght have, and no man hym helpe, 

And that he weneth wel to have, I wole it hym bireve.'' 

" Kynde Wit wolde that ech a wight wroghte, 

Or in [te]chynge or in [tell]ynge or travaillynge in preieres  

Contemplatif lif or Actif lif, Crist wolde men wroghte. 

The Sauter seith in the psalme of Beati omnes, 

The freke that fedeth hymself with his feithful labour, 

He is blessed by the book in body and in soule: 

Labores manuum tuarum 

" Yet I preie yow,' quod Fiers, "pur charite, and ye konne 

Any leef of lechecraft, lere it me, my deere; 

For some of my servaunts and myself bothe 

Of al a wike werche noght, so oure wombe aketh.' 

"I woot wel,' quod Hunger, "what siknesse yow eyleth; 

Ye han manged over muche  that maketh yow grone. 

Ac I hote thee,' quod Hunger, "as thow thyn hele wilnest, 

That thow drynke no day er thow dyne somwhat. 

Ete noght, I hote thee, er hunger thee take 

And sende thee of his sauce to savore with thi lippes; 

And keep som til soper tyme and sitte noght to longe; 

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Arys up er appetit have eten his fille. 

Lat noght Sire Surfet sitten at thi borde  

Love hym noght, for he is lecherous and likerous of tonge, 

And after many maner metes his mawe is afyngred. 

"And if thow diete thee thus, I dar legge myn eris 

That Phisik shal his furred hood for his fode selle, 

And his cloke of Calabre with alle the knappes of golde, 

And be fayn, by my feith, his phisik to lete, 

And lerne to laboure with lond [lest] liflode [hym faille]. 

Ther aren mo [li]eres than leches  Lord hem amende! 

They do men deye thorugh hir drynkes er destynee it wolde.' 

" By Seint Poul,' quod Piers, "thise arn profitable wordes! 

For this is a lovely lesson, Lord it thee foryelde! 

Wend now, Hunger, whan thow wolt, that wel be thow evere.' 

" I bihote God,' quod Hunger, " hennes ne wole I wende 

[Er] I have dyned bi this day and ydronke bothe.' 

" I have no peny,' quod Piers, "pulettes to bugge, 

Neither gees ne grys, but two grene cheses, 

A fewe cruddes and creme and [a cake of otes], 

And two loves of benes and bran ybake for my fauntes. 

And yet I seye, by my soule, I have no salt bacon 

Ne no cokeney, by Crist, coloppes to maken! 

Ac I have percile and porettes and manye [plaunte coles], 

And ek a cow and a calf, and a cart mare 

To drawe afeld my donge the while the droghte lasteth. 

By this liflode we mote lyve til Lammesse tyme. 

And by that I hope to have hervest in my crofte; 

Thanne may I dighte thi dyner as me deere liketh.' 

Al the povere peple tho pescoddes fetten; 

Benes and baken apples thei broghte in hir lappes, 

Chibolles and chervelles and ripe chiries manye, 

And profrede Piers this present to plese with Hunger. 

Al Hunger eet in haste and axed after moore. 

Thanne povere folk for fere fedden Hunger yerne; 

With grene poret and pesen to poisone hym thei thoghte! 

By that it neghed neer hervest and newe corn cam to chepyng; 

Thanne was folk fayn, and fedde Hunger with the beste  

With good ale, as Gloton taghte  and garte Hunger to slepe. 

And tho wolde Wastour noght werche, but wandren aboute, 

Ne no beggere ete breed that benes inne were, 

But of coket and clermatyn or ellis of clene whete, 

Ne noon halfpeny ale in none wise drynke, 

But of the beste and of the brunneste that [brewesteres] selle. 

Laborers that have no land to lyve on but hire handes 

Deyned nought to dyne aday nyghtolde wortes; 

May no peny ale hem paie, ne no pece of bacoun, 

But if it be fressh flessh outher fissh fryed outher ybake  

And that chaud and plus chaud, for chillynge of hir mawe. 

And but if he be heighliche hyred, ellis wole he chide  

And that he was werkman wroght wa[ri]e the tyme. 

Ayeins Catons counseil comseth he to jangle: 

Paupertatis onus pacienter ferre memento. 

He greveth hym ageyn God and gruccheth ageyn Reson. 

And thanne corseth he the Kyng and al his Counseil after 

Swiche lawes to loke, laborers to greve. 

Ac whiles Hunger was hir maister, ther wolde noon of hem chide, 

Ne stryven ayeins his statut, so sterneliche he loked! 

Ac I warne yow werkmen  wynneth whil ye mowe, 

For Hunger hiderward hasteth hym faste! 

He shal awake [thorugh] water, wastours to chaste, 

Er fyve yer be fulfilled swich famyn shal aryse: 

Thorugh flodes and thorugh foule wedres, fruytes shul faille  

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And so seith Saturne and sent yow to warne: 

Whan ye se the [mo]ne amys and two monkes heddes, 

And a mayde have the maistrie, and multiplie by eighte, 

Thanne shal deeth withdrawe and derthe be justice, 

And Dawe the Dykere deye for hunger  

But if God of his goodnesse graunte us a trewe. 

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Treuthe herde telle herof, and to Piers sente 

To taken his teme and tilien the erthe, 

And purchaced hym a pardoun a pena et a culpa 

For hym and for hyse heirs for ever oore after 

And bad hym holde hym at home and erien hise Ieyes, 

And alle that holpen hym to erye, to sette or to sowe, 

or any [man]er mestier that myghte Piers availe  

Pardon with Piers Plowman Truthe hath ygraunted. 

Kynges and knyghtes that kepen Holy Chirche 

And rightfully in remes rulen the peple, 

Han pardon thorugh purgatorie to passen ful lightly, 

With patriarkes and prophetes in paradis to be felawe. 

Bysshopes yblessed, if thei ben as thei sholde 

Legistres of bothe lawes, the lewed therwith to preche, 

And in as muche as thei mowe amenden alle synfulle, 

Arn peres with the Apostles  this pardon Piers sheweth  

And at the day of dome at the heighe deys to sitte. 

Marchaunts in the margyne hadde manye yeres, 

Ac noon A pena et a culpa the Pope nolde hem graunte. 

For thei holde noght hir halidayes as Holy Chirche techeth, 

And for thei swere 'by hir soule' andso God moste hem helpe' 

Ayein clene Conseience, hir catel to selle. 

Ac under his secret seel Truthe sente hem a lettre, 

[And bad hem] buggen boldely what hem best liked 

And sithenes selle it ayein and save the wynnyng, 

And amende mesondieux thermyd and myseise folk helpe; 

And wikkede weyes wightly amende, 

And do boote to brugges that tobroke were; 

Marien maydenes or maken hem nonnes; 

Povere peple and prisons fynden hem hir foode, 

And sette soolers to scole or to som othere craftes; 

Releve Religion and renten hem bettre. 

"And I shal sende yow myselve Seynt Michel myn angel, 

That no devel shal yow dere ne [in youre deying fere yow], 

And witen yow fro wanhope, if ye wol thus werche, 

And sende youre soules in saufte to my Seintes in joye.' 

Thanne were marchaunts murie  manye wepten for joye

And preiseden Piers the Plowman, that purchaced this bulle. 

Men of lawe leest pardon hadde that pleteden for mede, 

For the Sauter saveth hem noght, swiche as take yiftes, 

And nameliche of innocents that noon yvel ne konneth: 

Super innocentem munera non accipies. 

Pledours sholde peynen hem to plede for swiche and helpe; 

Princes and prelates sholde paie for hire travaille: 

A regibus et principibus erit merces eorum. 

Ac many a justice and jurour wolde for Johan do moore 

Than pro Deipietate  leve thow noon oother! 

Ac he that spendeth his speche and speketh for the povere 

That is innocent and nedy and no man apeireth, 

Conforteth hym in that caas, coveit[eth noght hise] yiftes, 

And [for Oure Lordes love lawe for hym sheweth]  

Shal no devel at his deeth day deren hym a myte 

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That he ne worth saaf and his soule, the Sauter bereth witnesse: 

Domine, quis habitabit in tabernaculo tuo ? 

Ac to bugge water, ne wynd, ne wit, ne fir the ferthe  

Thise foure the Fader of Hevene made to this foold in commune: 

Thise ben Truthes tresores trewe folk to helpe, 

That nevere shul wex ne wanye withouten God hymselve. 

Whan thei drawen on to the deth, and indulgences wolde have, 

His pardon is ful petit at his partyng hennes 

That any mede of mene men for hir motyng taketh. 

Ye legistres and lawieres, [if I lye witeth Mathew]: 

Quodcumque vultis ut faciant vobis homines, facite eis. 

Alle libbynge laborers that lyven with hir hondes, 

That treweliche taken and treweliche wynnen, 

And lyven in love and in lawe, for hir lowe herte 

Haveth the same absolucion that sent was to Piers. 

Beggeres and bidderes beth noght in the bulle 

But if the suggestion be sooth that shapeth hem to begge: 

For he that beggeth or bit, but it he have nede, 

He is fals with the feend and defraudeth the nedy, 

And also gileth the gyvere ageynes his wille; 

For if he wiste he were noght nedy he wolde [that yyve] 

Another that were moore nedy than he  so the nedieste sholde be holpe. 

Caton kenneth me thus, and the Clerc of the Stories: 

Cui des, videto is Catons techyng; 

And in the Stories he techeth to bistowe thyn almesse: 

Sit elemosina tua in manu tua donec studes cui des. 

Ac Gregory was a good man, and bad us gyven alle 

That asketh for His love that us al leneth: 

Non eligas cui miserearis, ne forte pretereas illum qui meretur 

accipere; quia incertum est pro quo Deo magis placeas. 

For wite ye nevere who is worthiac God woot who hath nede. 

In hym that taketh is the trecherie, if any treson walke

For he that yeveth, yeldeth, and yarketh hym to reste, 

And he that biddeth, borweth, and bryngeth hymself in dette. 

For beggeres borwen everemo, and hir borgh is God Almyghty

To yelden hem that yeveth hem, and yet usure moore: 

Quare non dedisti pecuniam meam ad mensam, ut 

ego ueniens cum usuris exegissem utique illam? 

Forthi biddeth noght, ye beggeres, but if ye have gret nede. 

For whoso hath to buggen hym breedthe Book bereth witnesse

He hath ynough that hath breed ynough, though he have noght ellis: 

Satis dives est qui non indiget pane. 

Lat usage be your solas of seintes lyves redyng; 

The Book banneth beggerie, and blameth hem in this manere: 

Iunior fui etenim senui, et non vidi iustum derelictum nec 

semen eius querens panem. 

For [thei] lyve in no love, ne no lawe holde: 

[Thei] ne wedde no womman that [thei] with deele, 

But as wilde bestes with "wehee" worthen uppe and werchen, 

And bryngen forth barnes that bastardes men calleth. 

Or the bak or som soon their breketh in his youthe, 

And goon [and] faiten with hire fauntes for everemoore after. 

Ther is moore mysshapen amonges thise beggeres 

Than of alle [othere] manere men that on this moolde walketh. 

Tho that lyve thus hir lif mowe lothe the tyme 

That evere he was man wroght, whan he shal hennes fare. 

Ac olde men and hore that helplees ben of strengthe, 

And wommen with childe that werche ne mowe, 

Blynde and bedreden and broken hire membres, 

That taken this myschief mekeliche, as mesels and othere, 

Han as pleyn pardon as the Plowman hymselve. 

For Iove of hir lowe hertes Oure Lord hath hem graunted 

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Hir penaunce and hir Purgatorie upon this [pure] erthe. 

" Piers,' quod a preest thoo, " thi pardon moste I rede; 

For I shal construe ech clause and kenne it thee on Englissh.' 

And Piers at his preiere the pardon unfoldeth  

And I bihynde hem bothe biheld al the bull 

In two lynes it lay, and noght a le[ttre] moore, 

And was writen right thus in witnesse of truthe: 

Et qui bona egerunt ibunt in vitam eternam. 

Qui vero mala, in ignem eternum. 

" Peter! ' quod the preest thoo, " I kan no pardon fynde 

But "Do wel and have wel. and God shal have thi soule,' 

And " Do yvel and have yvel, and hope thow noon oother 

That after thi deeth day the devel shal have thi soule!' 

And Piers for pure tene pulled it atweyne 

And seide,Si ambulavero in medio umbre mortis 

Non timebo mala, quoniam tu mecum es. 

"I shal cessen of my sowyng,' quod Piers, "and swynke noght so harde, 

Ne aboute my bely joye so bisy be na moore; 

Of preieres and of penaunce my plough shal ben herafter, 

And wepen whan I sholde slepe, though whete breed me faille. 

"The prophete his payn eet in penaunce and in sorwe, 

By that the Sauter seith  so dide othere manye. 

That loveth God lelly, his lifiode is ful esy: 

Fuerunt michi lacrime mee panes die ac nocte. 

"And but if Luc lye, he lereth us by foweles 

We sholde noght be to bisy aboute the worldes blisse: 

Ne soliciti sitis, he seith in the Gospel 

And sheweth us by ensamples us selve to wisse. 

The foweles in the feld, who fynt hem mete at wynter? 

Have thei no gerner to go to, but God fynt hem alle.' 

"What!' quod the preest to Perkyn, "Peter! as me thynketh, 

Thow art lettred a litel  who lerned thee on boke?' 

"Abstynence the Abbesse,' quod Piers,myn a.b.c. me taughte, 

And Conscience cam afterward and kenned me muche moore.' 

" Were thow a preest, Piers,' quod he, " thow myghtest preche where thow sh 

As divinour in divinite, with Dixit insipiens to thi teme.' 

" Lewed lorel!' quod Piers, "litel lokestow on the Bible; 

On Salomons sawes selden thow biholdest  

Eice derisores et iurgia cum eis ne crescant 

The preest and Perkyn apposeden either oother  

And I thorugh hir wordes awook, and waited aboute, 

And seigh the sonne in the south sitte that tyme. 

Metelees and moneilees on Malverne hulles, 

Musynge on this metels a my[le] wey ich yede. 

Many tyme this metels hath maked me to studie 

Of that I seigh slepynge  if it so be myghte; 

And for Piers the Plowman ful pencif in herte, 

And which a pardon Piers hadde, al the peple to conforte, 

And how the preest inpugned it with two propre wordes. 

Ac I have no savour in songewarie, for I se it ofte faille; 

Caton and canonistres counseillen us to leve 

To sette sadnesse in songewarie  for sompnia ne cures. 

Ac for the book Bible bereth witnesse 

How Daniel divined the dremes of a kyng 

That was Nabugodonosor nempned of clerkes . . . 

Daniel seide, "Sire Kyng, thi dremels bitokneth 

That unkouthe knyghtes shul come thi kyngdom to cleyme; 

Amonges lower lordes thi lond shal be departed.' 

And as Daniel divined, in dede it fel after: 

The kyng lees his lordshipe, and lower men it hadde. 

And Joseph mette merveillously how the moone and the sonne 

And the ellevene sterres hailsed hym alle. 

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Thanne Jacob jugged Josephes swevene : 

" Beau fiz,' quod his fader, " for defaute we shullen  

I myself and my sones  seche thee for nede.' 

It bifel as his fader seide, in Pharaoes tyme, 

That Joseph was Justice Egipte to loke: 

It bifel as his fader tolde  hise frendes there hym soughte. 

Al this maketh me on metels to thynke  

And how the preest preved no pardon to Dowel, 

And demed that Dowel indulgences passed, 

Biennals and triennals and bisshopes lettres, 

And how Dowel at the Day of Dome is digneliche underfongen, 

And passeth al the pardon of Seint Petres cherche. 

Now hath the Pope power pardon to graunte 

The peple, withouten penaunce to ja into [joye]; 

This is [a leef of] oure bileve, as lettred men us techeth: 

Quodcumque ligaveris super terram erit ligatum et in celis 

And so I leve leelly (Lord forbede ellis!) 

That pardon and penaunce and preieres doon save 

Soules that have synned seven sithes dedly. 

Ac to trust on thise triennals  trewely, me thynketh, 

It is noght so siker for the soule, certes, as is Dowel. 

Forthi I rede yow renkes that riche ben on this erthe, 

Upon trust of youre tresor triennals to have, 

Be ye never the bolder to breke the ten hestes; 

And namely ye maistres, meires and jugges, 

That have the welthe of this world and wise men ben holden, 

To purchace yow pardon and the Popes bulles. 

At the dredful dome, whan dede shulle arise 

And comen alle bifore Crist acountes to yelde  

How thow laddest thi lif here and hise lawes keptest, 

And how thow didest day by day the doom wole reherce. 

A pokeful of pardon there, ne provincials lettres, 

Theigh ye be founde in the fraternite of alle the foure ordres 

And have indulgences doublefold  but Dowel yow helpe, 

I sette youre patentes and youre pardon at one pies hele! 

Forthi I counseille alle Cristene to crie God mercy, 

And Marie his moder be oure meene bitwene, 

That God gyve us grace here, er we go hennes, 

Swiche werkes to werche, while we ben here, 

That after oure deth day, Dowel reherce 

At the day of dome, we dide as he highte. 

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Thus yrobed in russet I romed aboute 

Al a somer seson for to seke Dowel, 

And frayned ful ofte of folk that I mette 

If any wight wiste wher Dowel was at inne, 

And what man he myghte be of many man I asked. 

Was nevere wight as I wente that me wisse kouthe 

Where this leode lenged, lasse ne moore  

Til it bifel on a Friday two freres I mette, 

Maistres of the Menours, men of grete witte. 

I hailsed hem hendely, as I hadde ylerned, 

And preide hem, pur churite, er thei passed ferther, 

If they knewe any contree or costes [aboute] 

Where that Dowel dwelieth  "Dooth me to witene; 

For [ye] be men of this moolde that moost wide walken, 

And knowen contrees and courtes and many kynnes places  

Bothe princes paleises and povere mennes cotes, 

And Dowel and Doyvele, wher thei dwelle bothe.' 

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"[Marie!]', quod the Menours, " [amonges us he dwelleth], 

And evere hath, as I hope, and evere shal herafter.' 

"Contra!' quod I as a clerc, and comsed to disputen, 

And seide, "Soothly, Sepcies in die cadit iustus. 

Sevene sithes, seith the Book, synneth the rightfulle, 

And whoso synneth,' I seide, " [certes] dooth yvele, as me thynketh, 

And Dowel and Doyvele mowe noght dwelle togideres. 

Ergo he nys noght alwey at hoom amonges yow freres: 

He is outhemhile elliswhere to wisse the peple.' 

" I shal seye thee, my sone,' seide the frere thanne, 

"How seven sithes the sadde man synneth on the day. 

By a forbisne,' quod the frere, "I shal thee faire shewe. 

"Lat brynge a man in a boot amydde a brode watre: 

The wynd and the water and the [waggyng of the boot] 

Maketh the man many tyme to falle and to stonde. 

For stonde he never so stif, he stumbleth if he meve  

Ac yet is he saaf and sound, and so hym bihoveth; 

For if he ne arise the rather and raughte to the steere, 

The wynd wolde with the water the boot overthrowe, 

And thanne were his lif lost thorugh lachesse of hymselve. 

" Right thus it fareth,' quod the frere, " by folk here on erthe. 

The water is Iikned to the world, that wanyeth and wexeth; 

The goodes of this grounde arn lik the grete wawes 

That as wyndes and wedres walweth aboute; 

The boot is likned to oure body that brotel is of kynde, 

That thorugh the fend and the flessh and the frele worlde 

Synneth the sadde man [seven sithes a day]. 

"Ac dedly synne doth he noght, for Dowel hym kepeth, 

And that is charite the champion, chief help ayein synne; 

For he strengtheth man to stonde, and steereth mannes soule 

That, though thi body bowe as boot dooth in the watre, 

Ay is thi soule saaf but thow thiselve wole 

Folwe thi flessh and the fend after

Do a deedly synne and drenche so thiselve. 

God wole suffre wel thi sleuthe, if thiself liketh; 

For he yaf thee to yeresyyve to yeme wel thiselve  

And that is wit and free will, to every wight a porcion, 

To fleynge foweles, to fisshes and to beestes; 

Ac man hath moost therof, and moost is to blame 

But if he werche wel therwith, as Dowel hym techeth.' 

I have no kynde knowyng,' quod I, "to conceyve alle thi wordes, 

Ac if I may lyve and loke, I shal go lerne bettre.' 

"I bikenne thee Crist,' quod he, that on the cros deyde.' 

And I seide,The same save yow fro myschaunce, 

And yyve yow grace on this grounde goode men to worthe!' 

And thus I wente widewher, walkyng myn one, 

By a wilde wildernesse, and by a wodes side; 

Blisse of the briddes abide me made, 

And under a lynde upon a launde lened I a stounde 

To lythe the layes tho lovely foweles made. 

Murthe of hire mouthes made me ther to slepe; 

The merveillouseste metels mette me thanne 

That ever dremed [dr]ight in [doute], as I wene. 

A muche man, as me thoughte, lik to myselve, 

Cam and called me by my kynde name. 

" What art thow?' quod I tho, " that thow my name knowest?' 

"That thow woost wel,' quod he, "and no wight bettre.' 

"Woot I,' [quod I, "who art thow?'] "Thought,' seide he thanne. 

"I have sued thee this seven yeer; seye thow me no rather?' 

"Art thow Thought?' quod I, "thoo thow koudest me wisse 

Where that Dowel dwelleth, and do me to knowe.' 

"Dowel,' quod he, "and Dobet and Dobest the thridde 

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Arn thre faire vertues, and ben noght fer to fynde. 

Whoso is trewe of his tunge and of his two handes, 

And thorugh his labour or thorugh his land his liflode wynneth, 

And is trusty of his tailende, taketh but his owene, 

And is noght dronkelewe ne dedeynous  Dowel hym folweth. 

"Dobet dooth right thus, ac he dooth muche moore; 

He is as lowe as a lomb and lovelich of speche, 

And helpeth alle men after that hem nedeth. 

The bagges and the bigirdles, he hath tobroke hem alle 

That the Erl Avarous heeld, and hise heires; 

And with Mammonaes moneie he hath maad hym frendes, 

And is ronne into Religion, and hath rendred the Bible, 

And precheth to the peple Seint Poules wordes  

Libenter suffertis insipientes cum sitis ipsi sapientes. 

[Ye wise], suffreth the unwise with yow to libbe, 

And with glad wille dooth hem good, for so God yow hoteth. 

"Dobest is above bothe and bereth a bisshopes cro[c]e, 

is hoked on that oon ende to halie men fro helle. 

A pik is on that potente, to pulte adown the wikked 

That waiten any wikkednesse Dowel to tene. 

And Dowel and Dobet amonges hem ordeyned 

To crowne oon to be kyng to [kepen] hem bothe, 

That if Dowel or Dobet dide ayein Dobest, 

Thanne shal the kyng come and casten hem in irens, 

And but if Dobest bede for hem, thei to be ther for evere. 

Thus Dowel and Dobet and Dobest the thridde 

Crowned oon to be kyng to kepen hem alle 

And rule the reme by [rede of hire] wittes, 

And ootherwise [ne ellis noght], but as thei thre assented.' 

I thonked Thoght tho that he me [so] taughte. 

"Ac yet savoreth me noght thi seying, so me Crist helpe! 

For more kynde knowynge I coveite to lerne  

How Dowel, Dobet and Dobest doon among the peple.' 

"But Wit konne wisse thee.' quod Thoght, " where tho thre dwelle; 

Ellis [n]oot I noon that kan, that now is alyve.' 

Thoght and I thus thre daies we yeden 

Disputyng upon Dowel day after oother  

And er we war were, with Wit gonne we mete. 

He was long and lene, lik to noon oother; 

Was no pride on his apparaille, ne poverte neither; 

Sad of his semblaunt and of [a] softe [speche]. 

I dorste meve no matere to maken hym to jangle 

But as I bad Thoght thoo be mene bitwene 

And pute forth som purpos to preven hise wittes, 

What was Dowel fro Dobet, and Dobest from hem bothe. 

Thanne Thoght in that tyme seide thise wordes: 

" Wher Dowel and Dobet and Dobest ben in londe 

Here is Wil wolde wite if Wit koude teche; 

And wheither he be man or no manthis man wolde as 

And werchen as thei thre wolde  this is his entente.' 

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"Sire Dowel dwelleth,' quod Wit, "noght a day hennes 

In a castel that Kynde made of foure kynnes thynges. 

Of erthe and eyr is it maad, medled togideres, 

With wynd and with water wittily enjoyned. 

Kynde hath closed therinne craftily withalle 

A lemman that he loveth lik to hymselve. 

Anima she hatte; [to hir hath envye] 

A proud prikere of Fraunce, Princeps huius mundi, 

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And wolde wynne hire awey with wiles and he myghte. 

"Ac Kynde knoweth this wel and kepeth hire the bettre, 

And hath doon hire with Sire Dowel, Duc of thise marches. 

Dobet is hire damyselle, Sire Doweles doughter, 

To serven this Iady leelly bothe late and rathe. 

Dobest is above bothe, a bisshopes peere; 

That he bit moot be do  he [bidd]eth hem alle. 

[By his leryng] is lad [that lady Anima]. 

"Ac the Constable of that castel, that kepeth [hem alle], 

Is a wis knyght withalle  Sire Inwit he hatte, 

And hath fyve faire sones by his firste wyve: 

Sire Sewel, and Seywel, and Herewel the hende, 

Sire Werchwelwiththynhand, a wight man of strengthe, 

And Sire Godefray Gowel  grete lordes [alle]. 

Thise sixe ben set to save this lady Anima 

Til Kynde come or sende to kepen hire hymselve.' 

"What kynnes thyng is Kynde?' quod, "kanstow me telle?' 

" Kynde,' quod Wit, "is creatour of alle kynnes thynges, 

Fader and formour of al that evere was maked  

And that is the grete God that gynnyng hadde nevere, 

Lord of lif and of light, of lisse and of peyne. 

Aungeles and alle thyng arn at his wille, 

Ac man is hym moost lik of marc and of shape. 

For thorugh the word that he [warp] woxen forth beestes: 

Dixit et facta sunt. 

"A[c] he made man [moost] li[k] to hymself, 

And Eve of his ryb bon withouten any mene. 

For he was synguler hymself and seide Eaciamus  

As who seith, "" Moore moot herto than my word oone: 

My myght moot helpe now with my speche.'' 

Right as a lord sholde make lettres, and hym lakked [no] parchemyn, 

Though he [wiste] write never so wel, if he hadde no penne, 

The lettre, for al the lordshipe, I leve were nevere ymaked! 

"And so it semeth [there he seide, as the Bible telleth, 

Faciamus hominem ad imaginem nostram]  

He moste werche with his word and his wit shewe. 

And in this manere was man maad thorugh myght of God almyghty, 

With his word and werkmanshipe and with lif to laste. 

And thus God gaf hym a goost, of the godhede of hevene, 

And of his grete grace graunted hym blisse  

And that is lif that ay shal laste to al his lynage after. 

And that is the castel that Kynde made, Caro it hatte, 

And is as muche to mene as "man with a soule." 

And that he wroghte with werk and with word bothe: 

Thorgh myght of the mageste man was ymaked. 

" Inwit and alle wittes yclosed ben therinne 

For love of the lady Anima, that lif is ynempned. 

Over al in mannes body he[o] walketh and wandreth, 

Ac in the herte is hir hoom and hir mooste reste. 

Ac Inwit is in the heed, and to the herte he loketh 

What Anima is leef or looth  he Iat hire at his wille; 

For after the grace of God, the gretteste is Inwit. 

"Muche wo worth that man that mysruleth his Inwit, 

And that ben glotons glubberes  hir God is hire wombe: 

Quorum deus venter est. 

For thei serven Sathan, hir soules shal he have: 

That lyven synful lif here, hir soule is lich the devel. 

And alle that lyven good lif are lik to God almyghty: 

Qui manet in caritate, in Deo manet 

"Allas! that drynke shal fordo that God deere boughte, 

And dooth God forsaken hem that he shoop to his liknesse: 

Amen dico vobis, nescio vos. Et alibi, Et dimisi eos

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secundum desideria eorum. 

" Fooles that fauten Inwit, I fynde that Holy Chirche 

Sholde fynden hem that hem fauteth, and faderlese children, 

And widewes that han noght wherwith to wynnen hem hir foode, 

Madde men and maydenes that helplese were  

Alle thise lakken Inwit, and loore bihoveth. 

"Of this matere I myghte make a long tale 

And fynde fele witnesses among the foure doctours, 

And that I lye noght of that I lere thee, Luc bereth witnesse. 

"Godfader and godmoder that seen hire godchildren 

At myseise and at myschief and mowe hem amende 

Shul [pre]ve penaunce in purgatorie, but thei hem helpe. 

For moore bilongeth to the litel barn er he the lawe knowe 

Than nempnynge of a name, and he never the wiser! 

Sholde no Cristene creature cryen at the yate 

Ne faille payn ne potage, and prelates dide as thei sholden. 

A Jew wolde noght se a Jew go janglyng for defaute 

For alle the mebles on this moolde, and he amende it myghte. 

"Allas that a Cristene creature shal be unkynde til another! 

Syn Jewes, that we jugge Judas felawes, 

Eyther helpeth oother of that that hym nedeth. 

Whi nel we Cristene of Cristes good [as kynde be] 

As Jewes, that ben oure loresmen? Shame to us alle! 

The commune for hir unkyndenesse, I drede me, shul abye. 

" Bisshopes shul be blamed for beggeres sake; 

He is [jugged] wors than Judas that yyveth a japer silver 

And biddeth the beggere go, for his broke clothes: 

Proditor est prelatus cum Iuda qui patrimonium Christi 

minus distribuit. Et alibi, Perniciosus dispensator est 

qui res pauperum Christi inutiliter consumit. 

He dooth noght wel that dooth thus, ne drat noght God almyghty, 

Ne loveth noght Salomons sawes, that Sapience taughte: 

Inicium sapiencie timor Domini. 

"That dredeth God, he dooth wel; that dredeth hym for love 

And noght for drede of vengeaunce, dooth therfore the bettre. 

He dooth best that withdraweth hym by daye and by nyghte 

To spille any speche or any space of tyme: 

Qui offendit in uno, in omnibus est reus. 

" [Tyn]ynge of tyme, Truthe woot the sothe, 

Is moost yhated upon erthe of hem that ben in hevene; 

And siththe to spille speche, that spire is of grace, 

And Goddes gleman and a game of hevene. 

Wolde nevere the feithful fader his fithele were untempred, 

Ne his gleman a gedelyng, a goere to tavernes. 

"To alle trewe tidy men that travaille desiren, 

Oure Lord loveth hem and lent, loude outher stille, 

Grace to go to hem and of gon hir liflode: 

Inquirentes autem Dominum non minuentur omni bono. 

"In this world is Dowel trewe wedded libbynge folk], 

For thei mote werche and wynne and the world sustene. 

For of hir kynde thei come that Confessours ben nempned, 

Kynges and knyghtes, kaysers and clerkes, 

Maidenes and martires  out of o man come. 

The wif was maad the w[y]e for to helpe werche, 

And thus was wedlok ywroght with a mene persone  

First by the fadres wille and the frendes conseille, 

And sithenes by assent of hemself, as thei two myghte acorde; 

And thus was wedlok ywroght, and God hymself it made; 

In erthe the heven is  hymself was the witnesse. 

"Ac fals folk feithlees, theves and lyeres, 

Wastours and wrecches out of wedlok, I trowe, 

Conceyved ben in yvel tyme, as Caym was on Eve. 

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Of swiche synfulle sherewes the Sauter maketh mynde: 

Concepit dolorem et peperit iniquitatem. 

And alle that come of that Caym come to yvel ende. 

"For God sente to Seem and seide by an aungel, 

"Thyn issue in thyn issue, I wol that thei be wedded, 

And noght thi kynde with Caymes ycoupled ne yspoused.'' 

" Yet some, ayein the sonde of Oure Saveour of hevene, 

Caymes kynde and his kynde coupled togideres  

Til God wrathed with hir werkes, and swich a word seide, 

" That I makede man, now it me forthynketh: 

Penitet me fecisse hominem.' 

"And com to Noe anon and bad hym noght lette: 

"Swithe go shape a ship of shides and of bordes. 

Thyself and thi sones thre and sithen youre wyves, 

Busketh yow to that boot and bideth therinne 

Til fourty daies be fulfild, that flood have ywasshen 

Clene awey the corsed blood that Caym hath ymaked. 

"Bestes that now ben shul banne the tyme 

That evere that cursed Caym coom on this erthe. 

Alle shul deye for his dedes by dales and hulles, 

And the foweles that fleen forth with othere beestes, 

Excepte oonliche of ech kynde a couple 

That in thi shyngled ship shul ben ysaved.' 

"Here aboughte the barn the belsires giltes, 

And alle for hir forefadres thei ferden the werse.. 

The Gospel is heragein in o degre, I fynde: 

Filius non portabit iniquitatem patris et pater non portabit iniquitatem filii. 

Ac I fynde, if the fader be fals and a sherewe, 

That somdel the sone shal have the sires tacches. 

Impe on an ellere, and if thyn appul be swete 

Muchel merveille me thynketh; and moore of a sherewe 

That bryngeth forth any barn, but if he be the same 

And have a savour after the sire  selde sestow oother: 

Numquam colligunt de spinis uvas nec de tribulis ficus. 

"And thus thorugh cursed Caym cam care upon erthe, 

And al for thei wroghte wedlokes ayein [the wille of God]. 

Forthi have thei maugre of hir mariages, that marie so hir children. 

For some, as I se now, sooth for to telle, 

For coveitise of catel unkyndely ben wedded. 

As careful concepcion cometh of swiche mariages 

As bitel of the folk that I bifore of tolde. 

For goode sholde wedde goode, though thei no good hadde; 

"I am via et veritas,'' seith Crist, "I may avaunce alle.'' 

"It is an uncomly couple. by Crist! as me thynketh  

To yeven a yong wenche to an [y]olde feble, 

Or wedden any wodewe for welthe of hir goodes 

That nevere shal barn bere but if it be in armes! 

In jelousie joyelees and janglynge on bedde, 

Many a peire sithen the pestilence han plight hem togideres. 

The fruyt that thei brynge forth arn.[manye] foule wordes; 

Have thei no children but cheeste and chopp[es] hem bitwene. 

Though thei do hem to Dunmowe, but if the devel helpe 

To folwen after the flicche, fecche thei it nevere; 

But thei bothe be forswore, that bacon thei tyne. 

" Forthi I counseille alle Cristene coveite noght be wedded 

For coveitise of catel ne of kynrede riche; 

Ac maidenes and maydenes macche yow togideres; 

Wideweres and wodewes, wercheth the same; 

For no londes, but for love, loke ye be wedded, 

And thanne gete ye the grace of God, and good ynough to live with. 

"And every maner seculer that may noght continue, 

Wisely go wedde, and ware hym fro synne; 

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For lecherie in likynge is lymeyerd of helle. 

Whiles thow art yong, and thi wepene kene, 

Wreke thee with wyvyng, if thow wolt ben excused: 

Dum sis vir fortis, ne des tua robora scortis. 

Scribitur in portis, meretrix est ianua mortis. 

"Whan ye han wyved, beth war, and wercheth in tyme  

Noght as Adam and Eve whan Caym was engendred. 

For in untyme, trewely, bitwene man and womman 

Ne sholde no [bedbourde] be: but if thei bothe were clene 

Of lif and in [love of] soule, and in [lawe also], 

That ilke derne dede do no man ne sholde. 

Ac if thei leden thus hir lif, it liketh God almyghty, 

For he made wedlok first and hymself it seide: 

Bonum est ut unusquisque uxorem suam habeat propter fornicacionem. 

"That othergates ben geten, for gedelynges arn holden, 

And fals folk, fondlynges, faitours and lieres, 

Ungracious to gete good or love of the peple; 

Wandren and wasten what thei cacche mowe. 

Ayeins Dowel thei doon yvel and the devel serve, 

And after hir deeth day shul dwelle with the same 

But God gyve hem grace here hemself to amende. 

"Dowel, my frend, is to doon as lawe techeth. 

To love thi frend and thi foo  leve me, that is Dobet. 

To yyven and to yemen bothe yonge and olde, 

To helen and to helpen, is Dobest of alle. 

"And thus Dowel is to drede God, and Dobet to suffre, 

And so cometh Dobest of bothe, and bryngeth adoun the mody  

And that is wikked wille that many werk shendeth, 

And dryveth awey Dowel thorugh dedliche synnes.' 

Passus 10

Thanne hadde Wit a wif, was hote Dame Studie, 

That lene was of lere and of liche bothe. 

She was wonderly wroth that Wit me thus taughte, 

And al staiynge Dame Studie sterneliche seide. 

"Wel artow wis,' quod she to Wit, "any wisdomes to telle 

To flatereres or to fooles that frenetike ben of wittes!'  

And blamed hym and banned hym and bad hym be stille  

"With swiche wise wordes to wissen any sottes!' 

And seide, " Nolite mittere, man, margery perles 

Among hogges that han hawes at wille. 

Thei doon but dryvele theron  draf were hem levere 

Than al the precious perree that in paradis wexeth. 

I seye it by swiche,' quod she, "that sheweth by hir werkes 

That hem were levere lond and lordshipe on erthe, 

Or richesse or rentes and reste at hir wille 

Than alle the sooth sawes that Salamon seide evere. 

"Wisdom and wit now is noght worth a kerse 

But if it be carded with coveitise as clotheres kemben hir wolle. 

Whoso can contreve deceites and conspire wronges 

And lede forth a loveday to lette with truthe  . 

That swiche craftes kan to counseil [are] cleped ; 

Thei lede lordes with lesynges and bilieth truthe. 

" Job the gentile in hise gestes witnesseth 

That wikked men, thei welden the welthe of this worlde, 

And that thei ben lordes of ech a lond, that out of lawe libbeth: 

Quare impii vivunt ? bene est omnibus qui prevaricantur et inique agunt ? 

"The Sauter seith the same by swiche that doon ille: 

Ecce ipsi peccatores habundantes in seculo obtinuerunt divicias. 

" Lo!' seith holy lettrure, " whiche lordes beth thise sherewes!' 

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Thilke that God moost gyveth, leest good thei deleth, 

And moost unkynde to the commune, that moost catel weldeth: 

Que perfecisti destruxerunt, iustus autem 

"Harlotes for hir harlotrie may have of hir goodes, 

And japeris and jogelours and jangleris of gestes; 

Ac he that hath Holy Writ ay in his mouthe 

And kan telle of Tobye and of the twelve Apostles 

Or prechen of the penaunce that Pilat wroghte 

To Jesu the gentile, that Jewes todrowe  

Litel is he loved that swich a lesson sheweth, 

Or daunted or drawe forth  I do it on God hymselve! 

"But thoo that feynen hem foolis and with faityng libbeth 

Ayein the lawe of Oure Lord, and lyen on hemselve, 

Spitten and spuen and speke foule wordes, 

Drynken and drevelen and do men for to gape, 

Likne men and lye on hem that leneth hem no yiftes  

Thei konne na moore mynstralcie ne musik men to glade 

Than Munde the Millere of Multa fecit Deus. 

Ne were hir vile harlotrye, have God my trouthe, 

Sholde nevere kyng ne knyght ne canon of Seint Poules 

Yyve hem to hir yeresyyve the value of a grote! 

"Ac murthe and mynstralcie amonges men is nouthe 

Lecherie, losengerye and losels tales  

Glotonye and grete othes, this [game] they lovyeth. 

"Ac if thei carpen of Crist, thise clerkes and thise lewed, 

At mete in hir murthe whan mynstrals beth stille, 

Thanne telleth thei of the Trinite [how two slowe the thridde], 

And bryngen forth a balled reson, and taken Bernard to witnesse, 

And puten forth a presumpcion to preve the sothe. 

Thus thei dryvele at hir deys the deitee to knowe, 

And gnawen God with the gorge whanne hir guttes fullen. 

"Ac the carefulle may crie and carpen at the yate, 

Bothe afyngred and afurst, and for chele quake; 

Is non to nyme hym neer his noy to amende, 

But hun[s]en hym as an hound and hoten hym go thennes. 

Litel loveth he that Lord that lent hym al that blisse, 

That thus parteth with the povere a parcell whan hym nedeth ! 

Ne were mercy in meene men moore than in riche, 

Mendinaunts metelees myghte go to bedde. 

God is muche in the gorge of thise grete maistres, 

Ac amonges meene men his mercy and hise werkes. 

And so seith the Sauter  I have seighen it [in Memento]: 

* Ecce audivimus eam in Effrata; invenimus eam in campis silve. 

Clerkes and othere kynnes men carpen of zgod faste, 

And have hym muche in hire mouth, ac meene men in herte. 

" Freres and faitours han founde [up] swiche questions 

To plese with proude men syn the pestilence tyme, 

And prechen at Seint Poules, for pure envye of clerkes, 

That folk is noght fermed in the feith, ne free of hire goodes, 

Ne sory for hire synnes; so is pride woxen 

In religion and in al the reme amonges riche and povere 

That preieres have no power thise pestilences to lette. 

For God is deef nowadayes and deyneth noght his eres to opene, 

That girles for hire giltes he forgrynt hem alle. 

And yet the wrecches of this world is noon ywar by oother, 

Ne for drede of the deeth withdrawe noght hir pride, 

Ne beth plentevouse to the povere as pure charite wolde, 

But in gaynesse and glotonye forglutten hir good hemselve, 

And breketh noght to the beggere as the Book techeth: 

Frange esurienti panem tuum 

And the moore he wynneth and welt welthes and richesse 

And lordeth in ledes and londes, the lasse good he deleth. 

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" Tobye techeth yow noght so! Taketh hede, ye riche, 

How the book Bible of hym bereth witnesse: 

Si tibi sit copia, habundantur tribue; si autem exiguum,illud impertiri libenter 

Whoso hath muche, spende manliche  so meneth Tobye  

And whoso litel weldeth, [loke] hym therafter, 

For we have no lettre of oure lif, how longe it shal dure. 

Swiche lessons lordes sholde lovye to here, 

And how he myghte moost meynee manliche fynde  

Noght to fare as a fithelere or a frere for to seke festes, 

Homliche at othere mennes houses, and hatien hir owene. 

"Elenge is the halle, ech day in the wike, 

Ther the lord ne the lady liketh noght to sitte. 

Now hath ech riche a rule  to eten by hymselve 

In a pryvee parlour for povere mennes sake, 

Or in a chambre with a chymenee, and leve the chief halle 

That was maad for meles, men to eten inne, 

And al to spare to spille that spende shal another. 

"I have yherd heighe men etyng at the table 

Carpen as thei clerkes were of Crist and of hise myghtes, 

And leyden fautes upon the fader that formede us alle, 

And carpen ayein clerkes crabbede wordes: 

" Why wolde Oure Saveour suffre swich a worm in his blisse, 

That bi[w]iled the womman and the [wye] after, 

Thorugh whiche wiles and wordes thei wente to helle, 

And al hir seed for hir synne the same deeth suffrede? 

" Here lyeth youre lore,' thise lordes gynneth dispute, 

" Of that ye clerkes us kenneth of Crist by the Gospel: 

Filius non portabit iniquitatem patris 

Why sholde we that now ben, for the werkes of Adam 

Roten and torende? Reson wolde it nevere! 

Unusquisque portabit onus suum 

"Swiche motyves they meve, thise maistres in hir glorie, 

And maken men in mysbileve that muse muche on hire wordes. 

Ymaginatif herafterward shal answere to youre purpos. 

"Austyn to swiche argueres, he telleth hem this teme: 

Non plus sapere quam oport. 

Wilneth nevere to wite why that God wolde 

Suffre Sathan his seed to bigile; 

Ac bileveth lelly in the loore of Holy Chirche, 

And preie hym of pardon and penaunce in thi lyve, 

And for his muche mercy to amende yow here. 

For alle that wilneth to wite the whyes of God almyghty, 

I wolde his eighe were in his ers and his fynger after 

That evere wilneth to wite why that God wolde 

Suffre Sathan his seed to bigile, 

Or Judas the Jew Jesu bitraye. 

Al was as he wolde  Lord, yworshiped be thow  

And al worth as thow wolt whatso we dispute. 

"And tho that useth thise havylons to [a]blende mennes wittes 

What is Dowel fro Dobet, now deef mote he worthe, 

Siththe he wilneth to wite whiche thei ben alle. 

But if he lyve in the lif that longeth to Dowel, 

I dar ben his bolde borgh that Dobet wole he nevere, 

Theigh Dobest drawe on hym day after oother.' 

And whan that Wit was ywar what Dame Studie tolde, 

He bicom so confus he kouthe noght loke, 

And as doumb as a dore nail drough hym aside. 

And for no carpyng I kouthe after, ne knelyng to the grounde, 

I myghte gete no greyn of his grete wittes, 

But al laughynge he louted and loked upon Studie 

In signe that I sholde bisechen hire of grace. 

And whan I was war of his wille, to his wif gan I loute, 

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And seide, " Mercy, madame; youre man shal I worthe 

As longe as I lyve, bothe late and rathe, 

For to werche youre wille the while my lif dureth, 

With that ye kenne me kyndely to knowe what is Dowel.' 

" For thi mekenesse, man,' quod she, "and for thi mylde speche, 

I shal kenne thee to my cosyn that Clergie is hoten. 

He hath wedded a wif withinne thise sixe monthes, 

Is sib to the sevene arts  Scripture is hir name. 

They two, as I hope, after my techyng, 

Shullen wissen thee to Dowel, I dar wel undertake.' 

Thanne was I as fayn as fowel of fair morwe, 

Gladder than the gleman that gold hath to yifte, 

And asked hire the heighe wey where that Clergie dwelte, 

"And tel me som tokene,' quod I, "for tyme is that I wende.' 

"Aske the heighe wey,' quod she,hennes to Suffre

Botheweleandwo, if that thow wolt lerne; 

And ryd forth by richesse, ac rest thow noght therinne, 

For if thow couplest thee therwith to Clergie comestow nevere. 

"And also the likerouse launde that Lecherie hatte  

Leve hym on thi left half a large myle or moore, 

Til thow come to a court, Kepewelthitunge

Frolesyngesandlitherspecheandlikerousedrynkes. 

Thanne shaltow se Sobretee and Sympleteeofspeche, 

That ech wight be in wille his wit thee to shewe; 

And thus shaltow come to Clergie, that kan manye thynges. 

"Seye hym this signe: I sette hym to scole, 

And that I grete wel his wif, for I wroot hire [the bible], 

And sette hire to Sapience and to the Sauter glosed. 

Logyk I lerned hire, and [al the Lawe after], 

And alle the musons in Musik I made hire to knowe. 

"Plato the poete, I putte hym first to boke; 

Aristotle and othere mo to argue I taughte. 

Grammer for girles I garte first write, 

And bette hem with a baleys but if thei wolde lerne. 

Of alle kynne craftes I contreved tooles  

Of carpentrie, of kerveres, and compased masons, 

And lerned hem level and lyne, though I loke dymme. 

"Ac Theologie hath tened me ten score tymes: 

The moore I muse therinne, the myst[lok]er it semeth, 

And the depper I devyne, the derker me it thynketh. 

It is no science, forsothe, for to sotile inne. 

[If that love nere, that lith therinne, a ful lethi thyng it were]; 

Ac for it let best by love, I love it the bettre, 

For there that love is ledere, ne lakked nevere grace. 

Loke thow love lelly, if thee liketh Dowel, 

For Dobet and Dobest ben of loves k[e]nn[yng]. 

"In oother seience it seith  I seigh it in Catoun  

Qui simulat verbis, nec corde est fidus amicus, 

Tu quoque fac simile; sic ars deluditur arte: 

Whoso gloseth as gylours doon, go me to the same, 

And so shaltow fals folk and feithlees bigile  

This is Catons kennyng to clerkes that he lereth. 

Ac Theologie techeth noght so, whoso taketh yeme; 

He kenneth us the contrarie ayein Catons wordes, 

For he biddeth us be as bretheren, and bidde for oure enemys, 

And loven hem that lyen on us, and lene hem whan hem nedeth, 

And to do good agein yvel  God hymself hoteth: 

Dum tempus habemus, operemur bonum ad omnes, 

maxime autem ad domesticos fidei. 

"Poul preched the peple, that parfitnesse lovede, 

To do good for Goddes love and gywen den that asked, 

And [sovereyn]ly to swiche that suwen oure bileve,

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And alle that lakketh us or lyeth us, Oure Lord techeth us to lovye, 

And noght to greven hem that greveth us  God hymself forbad it: 

Michi vindictam et ego retribuam. 

Forthi loke thow lovye as longe as thow durest, 

For is no science under sonne so sovereyn for the soule. 

"Ac Astronomye is hard thyng, and yvel for to knowe: 

Geometry and Geomesie is gynful of speche; 

Whoso thynketh werche with tho t[hre] thryveth ful late  

For sorcerie is the sovereyn book that to the science bilongeth. 

" Yet ar ther fibicches in forceres of fele mennes makynge, 

Experiments of Alkenamye the peple to deceyve; 

If thow thynke to dowel, deel therwith nevere! 

Alle thise sciences I myself sotilede and ordeynede, 

And founded hem formest folk to deceyve. 

"Tel Clergie thise tokenes, and to Scripture after, 

To counseille thee kyndely to knowe what is Dowel.' 

I seide, " Graunt mercy, madame,' and mekely hir grette, 

And wente wightly my wey withoute moore lettyng  

And til I com to Clergie I koude nevere stynte. 

I grette the goode man as the goode wif me taughte, 

And afterwardes the wif, and worshiped hem bothe, 

And tolde hem the tokenes that me taught were. 

Was nevere gome upon this ground, sith God made the worlde, 

Fairer underfongen ne frendloker at ese 

Than myself, soothly, soone so he wiste 

That I was of Wittes hous and with his wif Dame Studie. 

I seide to hem soothly that sent was I thider 

Dowel and I and Dobt to leme. 

"It is a commune lyf,' quod Mergie, "on Holy Chirche to bileve, 

With alle the articles of the feith that falleth to be knowe: 

And that is to bileve lelly, bothe lered and lewed, 

On the grete God that gynnyng hadde nevere, 

And on the soothfast Sone that saved mankynde 

Fro the dedly deeth and the develes power 

Thorugh the help of the Holy Goost, the which goost is of bothe  

Thre propre persones, ac noght in plurel nombre, 

For al is but oon God and ech is God hymselve: 

Deus Pater, Deus Filius, Deus Spiritus Sanctus  

God the Fader, God the Sone, God Holy Goost of bothe, 

Maker of mankynde and of [animal]es bothe. 

"Austyn the olde herof made bokes, 

And hymself ordeyned to sadde us in bileve. 

Who was his auctour? Alle the foure Evaungelistes; 

And Crist cleped hymself so, the [same] bereth witnesse: 

Ego in patre et pater in me est, et qui videt me 

videt et patrem meum. 

"Alle the clerkes under Crist ne koude this assoille, 

But thus it bilongeth to bileve to lewed that willen dowel. 

For hadde nevere freke fyn wit the feith to dispute, 

Ne man hadde no merite, myghte it ben ypreved: 

fides non habet meritum ubi humana racio prebet experimentum. 

"[Siththen] is Dobet to suffre for thi soules helthe 

Al that the Book bit bi Holi Cherches techyng  

And that is, man, bi thy myght, for mercies sake, 

Loke thow werche it in werk that thi word sheweth; 

Swich as thow semest in sighte be in assay yfounde: 

Appare quod es vel esto quod appares. 

And lat no body be by thi beryng bigiled, 

But be swich in thi soule as thow semest withoute. 

"Thanne is Dobest to be boold to blame the gilty, 

Sythenes thow seest thiself as in soule clene; 

Ac blame thow nevere body and thow be blameworthy: 

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Si culpare velis culpabilis esse cavebis, 

Dogma tuum sordet cum te tua culpa remordet. 

God in the Gospel grymly repreveth 

Alle that lakketh any lif and lakkes han hemselve: 

Quid consideras festucam in oculo fratris tui, trabem in 

oculo tuo, 

Why mevestow thi mood for a mote in thi brotheres eighe, 

Sithen a beem in thyn owene ablyndeth thiselve? 

Eice primo trabem de oculo tuo, 

Which letteth thee to loke, lasse outher moore? 

" I rede ech a blynd bosard do boote to hymselve  

As persons and parissh preestes, that preche sholde and teche 

Alle maner men to amenden, bi hire myghte. 

This text was told yow to ben war, er ye taughte, 

That ye were swiche as ye seyde to salve with othere. 

For Goddes word wolde noght be lost  for that wercheth evere; 

If it availled noght the commune, it myghte availle yowselve. 

"Ac it semeth now soothly, to [sighte of the worlde], 

That Goddes word wercheth no [wi]ght on lered ne on lewed 

But in swich a manere as Marc meneth in the Gospel: 

Dum cecus ducit cecum, ambo in foveam cadunt. 

"Lewed men rnay likne yow thus  that the beem lith in youre eighen, 

And the festu is fallen, for youre defaute, 

In alle manere men thorugh mansede preestes. 

The Bible bereth witnesse that alle the [barnes] of Israel 

Bittre aboughte the giltes of two badde preestes, 

Offyn and Fynes  for hir coveitise 

Archa Dei myshapped and Ely brak his nekke. 

" Forthi, ye correctours, claweth heron, and correcteth first yowselve, 

And thanne mowe ye manliche seye, as David made the Sauter: 

Existimasti inique quod ero tui similis: Arguam te, et statuam contra faciem t 

"And thanne shul burel clerkes ben abasshed to blame yow or to greve, 

And carpen noght as thei carpe now, and calle yow doumbe hounoes  

Canes non valentes latrare  

And drede to wrathe yow in any word, youre werkmanshipe to lette, 

And be prester at youre preiere than for a pound of nobles. 

And al for youre holynesse  have ye this in herte. 

"Amonges rightful religious this rule sholde be holde. 

Gregorie, the grete clerk and the goode pope, 

Of religioun the rule reherseth in his Morales 

And seith it in ensample for thei sholde do therafter: 

" Whan fisshes faillen the flood or the fresshe water, 

Thei deyen for droughte, whan thei drie ligge; 

Right so religion ro[i]leth [and] sterveth 

That out of covent and cloistre coveiten to libbe.'' 

For if hevene be on this erthe, and ese to any soule, 

It is in cloistre or in scole, by manye skiles I fynde. 

For in cloistre cometh no man to chide ne to fighte, 

But al is buxomnesse there and bokes, to rede and to lerne. 

"In scole there is scorn but if a clerk wol lerne, 

And gret love and likyng, for ech of hem l[er]eth oother. 

Ac now is Religion a rydere, a romere by stretes, 

A ledere of lovedayes and a lond buggere, 

A prikere on a palfrey fro manere to manere, 

An heep of houndes at his ers as he a lord were; 

And but if his knave knele that shal his coppe brynge, 

He loureth on hym and asketh hym who taughte hym curteisie? 

Litel hadde lordes to doon to yyve lond from hire heires 

To religious that han no routhe though it reyne on hir auters. 

"In many places ther thei persons ben, by hemself at ese, 

Of the povere have thei no pite  and that is hir pure charite, 

Ac thei leten hem as lordes, hir lond lith so brode. 

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"Ac ther shal come a kyng and confesse yow religiouses, 

And bete yow, as the Bible telleth, for brekynge of youre rule, 

And amende monyals, monkes and chanons, 

And puten hem to hir penaunce  Ad pristinum statum ire, 

And barons with erles beten hem, thorugh Beatus virres techyng, 

[Biyeten] that hir barnes clayrnen, and blame yow foule: 

Hii in curribus et hii in equis ipsi obligati sunt 

"And thanne freres in hir fraytour shul fynden a keye 

Of Costantyns cofres, in which [the catel is] 

That Gregories godchildren [g]an yvele despende. 

"And thanne shal the Abbot of Abyngdoun and al his issue for evere 

Have a knok of a kyng, and incurable the wounde. 

That this worth sooth, seke ye that ofte overse the Bible: 

Quomodo cessavit exactor, quievit tributum? Contrivit Dominus 

baculum impiorum, et virgam dominancium cedencium plaga insanabili. 

"Ac er that kyng come Caym shal awake, 

Ac Dowel shal dyngen hym adoun and destruye his myghte.' 

"Thanne is Dowel and Dobet,' quod I, "dominus and knyghthode?' 

" I nel noght scorne,' quod Scripture; " but if scryveynes lye, 

Kynghod ne knyghthod, by noght I kan awayte, 

Helpeth noght to heveneward oone heeris ende, 

Ne richesse right noght, ne reautee of lordes. 

" Poul preveth it impossible  riche men to have hevene. 

Salamon seith also that silver is worst to lovye: 

Nichil iniquius quam amare pecuniam: 

And Caton kenneth us to coveiten it naught but as nede techeth: 

Dilige denarium set parce dilige formam. 

And patriarkes and prophetes and poetes bothe 

Writen to wissen us to wilne no richesse, 

And preiseden poverte with pacience; the Apostles bereth witnesse 

That thei han eritage in hevene  and by trewe righte, 

Ther riche men no right may cleyme, but of ruthe and grace.' 

" Contra,' quod I, " by Crist! That kan I repreve, 

And preven it by Peter and by Poul bothe: 

That is baptized beth saaf, be he riche or povere.' 

"That is in extremis,' quod Scripture, " amonges Sarsens and Jewes  

They mowen be saved so, and [so] is oure bileve: 

That an uncristene in that caas may cristen an hethen, 

And for his lele bileve, whan he the lif tyneth, 

Have the heritage of hevene as any man Cristene. 

"Ac Cristene men withoute moore maye noght come to hevene, 

For that Crist for Cristene men deide, and confermed the lawe 

That whoso wolde and wilneth with Crist to arise  

Si cum Christo surrexistis c 

He sholde lovye and lene and the lawe fulfille. 

That is, love thi Lord God levest aboven alle, 

And after, alle Cristene creatures in commune, ech man oother; 

And thus bilongeth to lovye, that leveth to be saved. 

And but we do thus in dede er the day of dome, 

It shal bisitten us ful soure, the silver that we kepen, 

And oure bakkes that motheeten be, and seen beggeris go naked, 

Or delit in wyn and wildefowel, and wite any in defaute. 

For every Cristene creature sholde be kynde til oother, 

And sithen hethen to helpe in hope of amendement. 

God hoteth heighe and lowe that no man hurte oother, 

And seith, "Slee noght that semblable is to myn owene liknesse, 

But if I sende thee som tokene,' and seith " Non mecaberis  

Is slee noght but suffre, and al[so] for the beste, 

For Michi vindictam et ego retribuam. 

""For I shal punysshe in purgatorie or in the put of helle 

Ech man for hise mysdedes, but mercy it lette.' 

" This is a long lesson.' quod I, " and litel am I the wiser! 

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Where Dowel is or Dobet derkliche ye shewen. 

Manye tales ye tellen that Theologie lerneth, 

And that I man maad was, and my name yentred 

In the legende of lif longe er I were, 

Or ellis unwriten for som wikkednesse, as Holy Writ witnesseth: 

Nemo ascendit ad celum nisi qui de celo descendit. 

"And I leve it wel, by Oure Lord and on no lettrure bettre. 

For Salomon the Sage that Sapienee [made] 

God gaf hym grace of wit and alle goodes after 

To rule the reume and riche to make; 

He demed wel and wisely, as Holy Writ telleth. 

Aristotle and he  who wissed men bettre? 

Maistres that of Goddes mercy techen men and prechen, 

Of hir wordes thei wissen us for wisest as in hir tyme  

And al Holy Chirche holdeth hem bothe [in helle]! 

And if I sholde werche by hir werkes to wynne me hevene, 

That for hir werkes and wit now wonyeth in pyne  

Thanne wroughte I unwisly. whatsoevere ye preche! 

"Ac of fele witty, in feith, litel ferly I have 

Though hir goost be ungracious God for to plese. 

For many men on this moolde moore setten hir herte 

In good than in God  forthi hem grace failleth 

At hir mooste mesehief, whan [men] shal lif lete, 

As Salamon dide and swiche othere, that shewed grete wittes, 

Ac hir werkes, as Holy Writ seith, was evere the contrarie. 

Forthi wise witted men and wel ylettred clerkes 

As thei seyen hemself selde doon therafter: 

Super cathedram Moysi 

"Ac I wene it worth of manye as was in Noes tyme 

Tho he shoop that ship of shides and of bordes: 

Was nevere wrighte saved that wroghte theron, ne oother werkman ellis, 

But briddes and beestes and the blissed Noe 

And his wif with hise sones and also hire wyves: 

Of wrightes that it wroghte was noon of hem ysaved. 

"God lene it fare noght so bi folk that the feith techeth 

Of Holi Chirche, that herberwe is and Goddes hous to save 

And shilden us from shame therinne, as Noes ship dide beestes. 

And men that maden it amydde the flood adreynten. 

The culorum of this clause curatours is to mene, 

That ben carpenters Holy Kirk to rnake for Cristes owene beestes: 

Homines et iumenta salvabis, Domine, 

At domesday the deluvye worth of deth and fir at ones; 

Forthi I counseille yow clerkes, of Holy [Kirke] the wrightes, 

Wercheth ye werkes as ye sen ywrite, lest ye worthe noght therinne! 

"On Good Friday, I fynde, a felon was ysaved 

That hadde lyved al his lif with lesynges and with thefte; 

And for he beknew on the cros and to Crist shrof hym, 

He was sonner ysaved than Seint Johan the Baptist 

And or Adam or Ysaye or any of the prophetes, 

That hadde yleyen with Lucifer many longe yeres. 

A robbere was yraunsoned rather than thei alle 

Withouten penaunce of purgatorie to perpetuel blisse. 

" Than Marie Maudeleyne wh[o myghte do] werse? 

Or who worse dide than David, that Uries deeth conspired? 

Or Poul the Apostle that no pite hadde 

Cristene kynde to kille to dethe? 

And now ben thise as sovereyns with seintes in hevene  

Tho that wroughte wikkedlokest in world tho thei were; 

And tho that wisely wordeden and writen manye bokes 

Of wit and of wisedom, with dampned soules wonye. 

That Salomon seith I trowe be sooth and certein of us alle: 

Sunt iusti atque sapientes, et opera eorum in manu Dei sunt, 

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Ther are witty and wel libbynge, ac hire werkes ben yhudde 

In the hondes of almyghty God, and he woot the sothe  

Wher for love a man worth allowed there and hise lele werkes, 

Or ellis for his yvel wille and envye of herte, 

And be allowed as he lyved so, for by luthere men knoweth the goode 

"And wherby wiste men which is whit, if alle thyng blak were, 

And who were a good man but if ther were som sherewe? 

Forthi lyve we forth with lithere men  I leve fewe ben goode  

For "quant OPOR TET vient en place il ny ad que PA TI,' 

And he that may al amende, have mercy on us alle! 

For sothest word that ever God seide was tho he seide Nemo bonus. 

"[And yet have I forgete ferther of fyve wittes techyng 

That] Clergie of Cristes mouth comended was it [nevere]; 

For he seide to Seint Peter and to swiche as he lovede, 

" Dum steteritis ante reges et presides 

Though ye come bifore kynges and clerkes of the lawe, 

Beth noght abasshed, for I shal be in youre mouthes, 

And yyve yow wit at wille [with] konnyng to conclude hem 

Alle that ayeins yow of Cristendom disputen.' 

"David maketh mencion, he spak amonges kynges, 

And myghte no kyng overcomen hym as by konnynge of speche. 

But wit ne wisedom wan nevere the maistrie 

When man was at meschief withoute the moore grace. 

"The doughtieste doctour and devinour of the Trinitee, 

Was Austyn the olde, and heighest of the foure, 

Seide thus in a sermon  I seigh it writen ones  

" Ecce ipsi idiote rapiunt celum ubi nos sapientes in inferno mergimur' 

And is to mene to Englissh men, moore ne lesse, 

Arn none rather yravysshed fro the righte bileve 

Than an thise konnynge clerkes that konne manye bokes, 

Ne none sonner saved, ne sadder of bileve 

Than plowmen and pastours and povere commune laborers, 

Souteres and shepherdes  swiche lewed juttes 

Perce with a Paternoster the paleys of hevene 

And passen purgatorie penauncelees at hir hennes partyng 

Into the blisse of paradis for hir pure bileve, 

That inparfitly here knewe and ek lyvede. 

" Ye, men knowe clerkes that han corsed the tyme 

That evere thei kouthe or knewe moore than Credo in Deum patrem 

And principally hir paternoster  many a persone hath wisshed. 

"I se ensamples myself and so may manye othere, 

That servaunts that serven lordes selde fallen in arerage 

But tho that kepen the lordes catel  clerkes and reves. 

Right so lewed men and of litel knowyng, 

Selden falle thei so foule and so fer in synne 

As clerkes of Holy Kirke that kepen Cristes tresor  

The which is mannes soule to save, as God seith in the Gospel: 

""Ite vos in vineam meam.''' 

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Thanne Scriptare scorned me and a skile tolde, 

And lakked me in Latyn and light by me sette, 

And seide, " Multi multa sciunt et seipsos nesciunt.' 

Tho wepte I for wo andwrathe of hir speche 

And in a wynkynge w[o]rth til I [weex] aslepe. 

A merveillous metels mette me thanne. 

For I was ravysshed right there  for Fortune me fette 

And into the lond of longynge and love she me broughte, 

And in a mirour that highte Middelerthe she made me to biholde. 

Sithen she seide to me,Here myghtow se wondres, 

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And knowe that thow coveitest, and come therto, peraunter.' 

Thanne hadde Fortune folwynge hire two faire damyseles: 

Concupiscencia Carnis men called the elder mayde, 

And Coveitise of Eighes ycalled was that oother. 

Pride of Parfit Lyvynge pursued hem bothe, 

And bad me for my contenaunce acounten Clergie lighte. 

Concupiscencia Carnis colled me aboute the nekke 

And seide, "Thow art yong and yeep and hast yeres ynowe 

For to lyve longe and ladies to lovye; 

And in this mirour thow might se myrthes ful manye 

That leden thee wole to likynge al thi lif tyme.' 

The secounde seide the same: " I shal sewe thi wille; 

Til thow be a lord and have lond, leten thee I nelle 

That I ne shal folwe thi felawship, if Fortune it like.' 

" He shal fynde me his frend,' quod Fortune therafter; 

"The freke that folwede my wille failled nevere blisse.' 

Thanne was ther oon that highte Elde, that hevy was of chere, 

" Man,' quod he, "if I mete with thee, by Marie of hevene 

Thow shalt fynde Fortune thee faille at thi mooste nede, 

And Concupiscencia Carnis clene thee forsake. 

Bittrely shaltow banne thanne, bothe dayes and nyghtes, 

Coveitise of Eighe, that evere thow hir knewe; 

And Pride of Parfit Lyvynge to muche peril thee brynge.' 

" Ye? Recche thee nevere!' quod Rechelesnesse, stood forth in raggede clothes 

" Folwe forth that Fortune wole  thow has wel fer til Elde. 

A man may stoupe tyme ynogh whan he shal tyne the crowne. 

""Homo proponit,'' quod a poete, and Plato he highte, 

""And Deus disponit'' quod he, "lat God doon his wille.'' 

If Truthe wol witnesse it be wel do, Fortune to folwe, 

Concupiscencia Carnis ne Coveitise of Eighes 

Ne shal noght greve thee graithly, ne bigile thee but thow wolt.' 

" Ye, farewel Phippe! ' quod Faunteltee, and forth gan me drawe, 

Til Concupiscencia Carnis acorded til alle my werkes. 

"Allas, eighe!' quod Elde and Holynesse bothe, 

"That wit shal torne to wrecchednesse for wil to have his likyng!' 

Coveitise of Eighes conforted me anoon after 

And folwed me fourty wynter and a fifte moore, 

That of Dowel ne Dobet no deyntee me thoughte. 

I hadde no likyng, leve me, [o]f the leste of hem ought to knowe. 

Coveitise of Eighes com ofter in mynde 

Than Dowel or Dobet among my dedes alle. 

Coveitise of Eighes conforted me ofte, 

And seide, " Have no conscience how thow come to goode. 

Go confesse thee to som frere and shewe hym thi synnes. 

For whiles Fortune is thi frend freres wol thee lovye, 

And fe[stn]e thee in hir fraternitee and for thee biseke 

To hir Priour Provincial a pardon for to have, 

And preien for thee pol by pol if thow be pecuniosus. 

Pena pecuniaria non sufficit pro spiritualibus delictis. 

By wissynge of this wenche I dide, hir wordes were so swete, 

Til I foryat youthe and yarn into elde. 

And thanne was Fortune my foo, for al hir faire biheste, 

And poverte pursued me and putte me lowe. 

And tho fond I the frere afered and flittynge bothe 

Ayeins oure firste forward, for I seide I nolde 

Be buried at hire hous but at my parisshe chirche 

(For I herde ones how Conscience it tolde 

That there a man were cristned, by kynde he sholde be buryed). 

And for I seide thus to freres, a fool thei me helden, 

And loved me the lasse for my lele speche. 

Ac yet I cryde on my confessour that [so konnyng heeld hymself]. 

"By my feith, frere!' quod I, " ye faren lik thise woweris 

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That wedde none widwes but for to welden hir goodes. 

Right so, by the roode, roughte ye nevere ' 

Where my body were buryed, by so ye hadde my silver! 

Ich have muche merveille of yow, and so hath many another, 

Whi youre covent coveiteth to confesse and to burye 

Rather than to baptize barnes that ben catecumelynges. 

Baptizynge and buryinge bothe beth ful nedefulle; 

Ac muche moore meritorie me thynketh it is to baptize; 

For a baptized man may, as maistres telleth, . 

Thorugh contricion come to the heighe hevene  

Sola contricio delet peccatum  

Ac a barn withouten bapteme may noght so be saved  

Nisi quis renatus fuerit. 

Loke, ye lettred men, wheither I lye or do noght.' 

And Lewte tho lo[ugh] on me, for I loured after. 

"Wherfore lourestow?' quod Lewtee and loked on me harde. 

"If I dorste [amonges men,' quod I], "this metels avowe!' 

" Yis, by Peter and by Poul!' quod he, " and take hem bothe to witnesse: 

Non oderis fratres secrete in corde tuo set publice argue illos.' 

"They wole aleggen also,' quod I, " and by the Gospel preven: 

Nolite iudicure quemquam. 

"And wherof serveth lawe,' quod Lewtee, if no lif undertoke it  

Falsnesse ne faiterie? For somwhat the Apostle seide 

Non oderis fratrem. 

And in the Sauter also seith David the prophete 

95 Existimasti inique quod ero tui similis 

It is licitum for lewed men to [l]egge the sothe 

If hem liketh and lest  ech a lawe it graunteth'. 

Except persons and preestes and prelates of Holy Chirche: 

It falleth noght for that folk no tales to telle  

Though the tale were trewe  and it touched synne. 

"Thyng that al the world woot, wherfore sholdestow spare 

To reden it in retorik to arate dedly synne? 

Ac be neveremoore the firste the defaute to blame; 

Though thow se yvel, seye it noght first  be sory it nere amended. 

No thyng that is pryve, publice thow it nevere;

Neither for love laude it noght, ne lakke it For envye: 

Parum lauda; vitupera parcius.' 

" He seith sooth,' quod Scripture tho, and skipte an heigh and preched; 

Ac the matere that she meved, if lewed men it knewe, 

The lasse, as I leve, lovyen thei wolde 

The bileve o[f Oure] Lord that lettred men techeth. 

This was hir teme and hir text  I took ful good hede: 

"Multi to a mangerie and to the mete were sompned; 

And whan the peple was plener comen, the porter unpynned the yate 

And plukked in Pauci pryveliche and leet the remenaunt go rome.' 

Al for tene of hir text trembled myn herte, 

And in a weer gan I wexe, and with myself to dispute 

Wheither I were chose or noght chose; on Holy Chirche I thoughte, 

That underfeng me atte font for oon of Goddes chosene. 

For Crist cleped us alle, come if we wolde  

Sarsens and scismatikes, and so he dide the Jewes: 

O vos omnes sicientes, venite c 

And bad hem souke for synne sa[l]ve at his breste. 

And drynke boote for bale, brouke it whoso myghte. 

"Thanne may alle Cristene come,' quod I,and cleyme there entree 

By the blood that he boughte us with and thorugh bapteme after: 

Qui crediderit et baptizatus fuerit 

For though a Cristen man coveited his Cristendom to reneye, 

Rightfully to reneye no reson it wolde. 

" For may no cherl chartre make, ne his c[h]atel selle 

Withouten leve of his lord  no lawe wol it graunte. 

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Ac he may renne in arerage and rome fro home, 

And as a reneyed caytif recchelesly aboute. 

Ac Reson shal rekene with hym and rebuken hym at the laste, 

And Conscience acounte with hym and casten hym in arerage, 

And putten hym after in prison in purgatorie to brenne, 

For his arerages rewarden hym there right to the day of dome, 

But if Contricion wol come and crye by his lyve 

Mercy for hise mysdedes with mouthe or with herte.' 

" That is sooth,' seide Scripture; " may no synne lette 

Mercy al to amende, and mekenesse hir folwe; 

For thei beth, as oure bokes telleth, above Goddes werkes:

Misericordia eius super omnia opera eius.' 

"Ye, baw for bokes!' quod oon was broken out ofhelle. 

" I Troianus, a trewe knyght, take witnesse at a pope 

How I was ded and dampned to dwellen in pyne ' 

For an uncristene creature; clerkes wite the sothe  

That al the clergie under Crist ne myghte me cracche fro helle 

But oonliche love and leautee and my laweful domes. 

"Gregorie wiste this wel, and wilned to my soule 

Savacion for soothnesse that he seigh in my werkes. 

And after that he wepte and wilned me were graunted grace, 

Withouten any bede biddyng his boone was underfongen, 

And I saved, as ye may see, withouten syngynge of masses, 

By love and by lernyng of my lyvynge in truthe, 

Broughte me fro bitter peyne ther no biddyng myghte 

" Lo! ye lordes, what leautee dide by an Emperour of Home 

That was an uncristene creature, as clerkes fyndeth in bokes. 

Nought thorugh preiere of a pope but for his pure truthe 

Was that Sarsen saved, as Seint Gregorie bereth witnesse. 

Wel oughte ye lordes that lawes kepe this lesson to have in mynde, 

And on Troianus truthe to thenke; and do truthe to the peple. 

"This matere is merk for many of yow  ac, men of Holy Chirche, 

The Legend[a] Sanctorum yow lereth more largere than I yow telle. 

Ac thus leel love and lyvyng in truthe 

Pulte out of pyne a paynym of Rome. 

Yblissed be truthe that so brak helle yates 

And saved the Sarsyn from Sathanas and his power, 

Ther no clergie ne kouthe, ne konnyng of lawes! 

Love and leautee is a lell science, 

For that is the book blissed of blisse and of joye: 

God wroughte it and wroot it with his owene fynger 

And took it to Moises upon the mount, alle men to lere. 

"Lawe withouten love,' quod Troianus, "ley ther a bene  

Or any science under sonne, the seven arts and alle! 

But thei ben lerned for Oure Lordes love, lost is al the tyme, 

For no cause to cacche silver therby, ne to be called a maister, 

But al for love of Oure Lord and the bet to love the peple. 

"For Seint Johan seide it, and sothe arn hise wordes: 

Qui non diligit manet in morte. 

Whoso loveth noght, leve me, he lyveth in deeth deyinge; 

And that alle manere men, enemyes and frendes, 

Love hir eyther oother, and lene hem as hemselve. 

Whoso leneth noght, he loveth noght, Oure Lord woot the sothe 

And comaundeth ech creature to conformen hym to lovye 

His neighebour as hymselve and hise enemyes after. 

For hem that haten us is oure merite to lovye, 

And sovereynly povere peple to plese  hir preieres maye us helpe. 

For oure joy and oure [ju]ele, Jesu Crist of hevene, 

In a povere mannes apparaille pursueth us evere, 

And loketh on us in hir liknesse and that with lovely chere, 

To knowen us by oure kynde herte and castynge of oure eighen, 

Wheither we love the lordes here bifore the Lord of blis 

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And exciteth us by the Evangelie that whan we maken festes, 

We sholde noght clepe oure kyn therto, ne none kynnes riche: 

Cum facitis conviva, nolite invitare amicos. 

""Ac calleth the carefulle therto, the croked and the povere; 

For youre frendes wol feden yow, and founde yow to quyte 

Youre festynge and youre faire yifte  ech frend quyteth so oother. 

Ac for the povere I shal paie, and pure wel quyte hir travaille 

That yyveth hem mete or moneie and loveth hem for my sake.' 

"Almighty God myghte ha[ve] maad riche alle men, if he wolde, 

Ac for the beste ben som riche and some beggeres and povere. 

For alle arc we Cristes creatures, and of his cofres riche, 

And bretheren as of oo blood, as wel beggeres as erles. 

For at Calvarie of Cristes blood Cristendom gan sprynge, 

And blody bretheren we bicome there, of o body ywonne, 

As quasi modo geniti gentil men echone  

No beggere ne boye amonges us but if it synne made. 

Qui facit peccatum servus est peccati. 

In the olde lawe, as the lettre telleth, "mennes sones'' men called us, 

Of Adames issue and Eve, ay til GodMan deide; 

And after his resurexcion Redemptor was his name. 

And we hise bretheren thorugh hym ybought, bothe riche and povere. 

Forthi love we as leve children shal, and ech man laughe of oother, 

And of that ech man may forbere, amende there it neaeth, 

And every man helpe oother  for hennes shul we alle: 

Alter alterius onera portate. 

And be we noght unkynde of oure catel, ne of oure konnyng neither, 

For woot no man how neigh it is to ben ynome fro bothe. 

Forthi lakke no lif oother, though he moore Latyn knowe, 

Ne undernyme noght foule, for is noon withoute defaute. 

For whatevere clerkes carpe of Cristendom or ellis, 

Crist to a commune womman seide in commune at a feste 

That Fides sua sholde saven hire and salven hire of synnes. 

"Thanne is bileve a lele help, above logyk or lawe. 

Of logyk ne of lawe in Legendo Sanctorum 

Is litel alowaunce maad, but if bileve hem helpe; 

For it is overlonge er logyk any lesson assoille, 

And lawe is looth to lovye but if he lacche silver. 

Bothe logyk and lawe, that loveth noght to lye, 

I conseille alle Cristene, clyve noght theron to soore, 

For some wordes I fynde writen, were of Feithes techyng, 

That saved synful men, as Seint Johan bereth witnesse: 

Eadem mensura qua mensi fueritis remecietur vobis. 

Forthi lerne we the lawe of love as Oure Lord taughte; 

And as Seint Gregorie seide, for mannes soule helthe, 

Melius est scrutari scelera nostra quam naturas rerum. 

"Why I meve this matere is moost for the povere; 

For in hir liknesse Oure Lord ofte hath ben yknowe. 

Witnesse in the Pask wyke whan he yede to Emaus  

Cleophas ne knew hym noght, that he Crist were, 

For his povere apparaille and pilgrymes wedes, 

Til he blessede and brak the breed that thei eten. 

So bi hise werkes thei wisten that he was Jesus, 

Ac by clothyng thei knewe hym noght, ne by carpynge of tonge. 

And al was ensample, for sooth, to us synfulle here, 

That we sholde be lowe and loveliche of speche, 

And apparaille us noght over proudly  for pilgrymes are we alle. 

And in the apparaille of a povere man and pilgrymes liknesse 

Many tyme God hath ben met among nedy peple, 

Ther nevere segge hym seigh in secte of the riche. 

"Seint Johan and othere seintes were seyen in poore clothyng, 

And as povere pilgrymes preyed mennes goodes. 

Jesu Crist on a Jewes doghter lighte: gentil womman though she were, 

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Was a pure povere maide and to a povere man ywedded. 

"Martha on Marie Maudelayne an huge pleynt she made, 

And to Oure Saveour self seide thise wordes: 

Domine, non est tibi cure quod soror mea reliquit me solam ministrare ? 

And hastily God answerde, and eitheres wille ful [wel lo]wed, 

Bothe Marthaes and Maries, as Mathew bereth witnesse; 

Ac poverte God putte bifore, and preised it the bettre: 

Maria optimam partem elegit, que non auferetur ab ea. 

"And alle the wise that evere were, by aught I kan aspye, 

Preisen poverte for best Iif. if Facience it folwe, 

And bothe bettre and blesseder by many fold than Richesse. 

Although it be sour to suffre, ther cometh swete after; 

As on a walnote  withoute is a bitter barke, 

And after that bitter bark, be the shelle aweye, 

is a kernel of confort kynde to restore. 

So is after poverte or penaunce paciently ytake, 

Maketh a man to have mynde in God and a gret wille 

To wepe and to wel bidde, wherof wexeth mercy, 

Of which Crist is a kernell to conforte the soule. 

And wel sikerer he slepeth, the segge that is povere, 

And lasse he dredeth deeth and in derke to ben yrobbed 

Than he that is right riche  Reson bereth witnesse: 

Pauper ego ludo dum tu dives meditaris. 

"Although Salomon seide, as folk seeth in the Bible, 

Divicias nec paupertates 

Wiser than Salomon was bereth witnesse and taughte 

That parfit poverte was no possession to have, 

And lif moost likynge to God, as Luc bereth witnesse: 

Si vis perfectus esse, vade et vende c 

And is to mene to men that on this moolde lyven, 

Whoso wole he pure parfit moot possession forsake. 

Or selle it, as seith the Book. and the silver dele 

To beggeris that goon and begge and bidden good for Goddes love. 

For failed nevere man mete that myghtful God serveth, 

As David seith in the Sauter; to swiche that ben in wille 

To serve God goodliche, ne greveth hym no penaunce  

Nichil inpossibile volenti  

Ne lakketh nevere liflode, lynnen ne wollen: 

*Iuquirentes autem Dominum non minuentur omni bono. 

"If preestes weren wise, thei wolde no silver take 

For masses ne for matyns, noght hir mete of usureres, 

Ne neither kirtel ne cote, theigh thei for cold sholde deye, 

And thei hir devoir dide, as David seith in the Sauter: 

Iudica me, Deus, et discerne causam meam. 

"Spera in Deo speketh of preestes that have no spendyng silver 

That if thei travaille truweliche and truste in God almyghty, 

Hem sholde lakke no liflode, neyther lynnen ne wollen. 

And the title that ye take ordres by telleth ye ben avaunced; 

Thanne nedeth yow noght to [nyme] silver for masses that ye syngen. 

For he that took yow youre title sholde take yow youre wages, 

Or the bisshop that blessed yow, if that ye ben worthi. 

"For made nevere kyng no knyght but he hadde catel to spende 

As bifel for a knyght, or foond hym for his strengthe. 

It is a careful knyght, and of a caytif kynges makyng, 

That hath no lond ne lynage riche ne good loos of hise handes. 

The same I segge for sothe by alle swiche preestes 

That han neither konnynge ne kyn, but a crowne one 

And a title, a tale of noght, to his liflode at meschief. 

He hath moore bileve, as I leve, to lacche thorugh his croune 

Cure than for konnynge or "knowen for clene of berynge.' 

I Have wonder for why and wherfore the bisshop 

Maketh swiche preestes, that lewed men bitrayen !

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"A chartre is chalangeable bifore a chief justice: 

If fals Latyn be in that lettre, the lawe it impugneth, 

Or peynted parentrelynarie, parcelles overskipped. 

The gome that gloseth so chartres for a goky is holden. 

"So is it a goky, by God! that in his gospel failleth 

Or in masse or in matyns maketh any defaute: 

Qui offendit in uno, in omnibus est reus. 

And also in the Sauter seith David to overskipperis, 

Psallite Deo nostro, psallite; quoniamrex terrae Deus Israel, psallite sapienter. 

"The bisshop shal be blamed bifore God, as I leve, 

That crouneth swiche Goddes knyghtes that konneth noght sapienter 

Synge, ne psalmes rede, ne seye a masse of the day. 

Ac never neither is blamelees, the bisshop ne the chapeleyn; 

For hir either is endited, and that of "Ignorancia 

Non excusat episcopos nec ydiotes preestes.' 

"This lokynge on lewed preestes hath doon me lepe from poverte  

The which I preise, ther pacience is, moore parfit than richesse.' 

Ac muche moore in metynge thus with me gan oon dispute  

And slepynge I seigh al this; and sithen cam Kynde 

And nempned me by my name, and bad me nymen hede, 

And thorugh the wondres of this world wit for to take. 

And en a mountaigne that Myddelerthe highte, as me tho thoughte, 

I was fet forth by ensaumples to knowe, 

Thorugh ech a creature, Kynde my creatour to lovye. 

I seigh the sonne and the see and the sond after, 

And where that briddes and beestes by hir make thei yeden, 

Wilde wormes in wodes, and wonderful foweles 

With fleckede fetheres and of fele colours. 

Man and his make I myghte se bothe; 

Pverte and plentee, both pees and werre, 

Blisse and bale  bothe I seigh at ones, 

And how men token Mede and Mercy refused. 

Reson I seigh soothly sewen all beestes 

In etynge, in drynkynge and in engendrynge of kynde. 

And after cours of concepcion noon toke kepe of oother 

As whan thei hadde ryde in rotey tume; anoonright therafter 

Males drowen hem to males amornynge by hemselve, 

And [femelles to femelles ferded and drowe]. 

Ther ne was cow ne cowkynde that conceyved hadde 

That wolde belwe after bole, ne boor after sowe. 

Both hors and houndes and alle othere beestes 

Medled noght with hir makes that [mid] fole were. 

Briddes I biheld that in buskes made nestes; 

Hadde nevere wye wit to werche the leese. 

I hadde wonder at whom and wher the pye 

Lerned to legge the stikkes in which she leyeth and bredeth. 

Ther nys wrighte, as I wene, sholde werche hir nest to paye; 

If any mason made a molde therto, muche wonder it were. 

And yet me merveilled moore: many othere briddes 

Hidden and hileden hir egges ful derne 

In mareys and moores for men sholde hem noght fynde, 

And hidden hir egges whan thei therfro wente, 

For fere of othere foweles and for wilde beestes. 

And some troden hir makes and on trees bredden 

And broughten forth hir briddes so al above the grounde. 

And some briddes at the bile thorugh brethyng conceyved, 

And some caukede; I took kepe how pecokkes bredden. 

Muche merveilled me what maister thei hadde, 

And who taughte hem on trees to tymbre so heighe 

That neither burn ne beest may hir briddes rechen. 

And sithen I loked on the see and so forth on the sterres; 

Manye selkouthes I seigh, ben noght to seye nouthe. 

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I seigh floures in the fryth and hir faire colours, 

And how among the grene gras growed so manye hewes, 

And some soure and some swete  selkouth me thoughte. 

Of hir kynde and hir colour to carpe it were to longe. 

Ac that moost meved me and my mood chaunged  

That Reson rewarded and ruled alle beestes 

Save man and his make: many tyme and ofte 

No Reson hem folwede, [neither riche ne povere]. 

And thanne I rebukede Reson, and right til hymselven I seyde. 

"I have wonder of thee, that witty art holden, 

Why thow ne sewest man and his make, that no mysfeet hem folwe.' 

And Reson arated me, and seide, "Recche thee nevere 

Why I suffre or noght suffre  thiself hast noght to doone. 

Amende thow it if thow myght, for my tyme is to abide. 

Suffraunce is a soverayn vertue, and a swift vengeaunce. 

Who suffreth moore than God?' quod he; "no gome, as I leeve. 

He myghte amende in a minute while al that mysstandeth, 

Ac he suffreth for som mannes goode, ad so is oure bettre. 

" Holy Writ,' quod that wye, "wisseth men to suffre: 

Propter Deum subiecti estote omni creature. 

Frenche men and fre men affaiteth thus hire children: 

Bele vertue est suffraunce; mal dire est petite vengeance. 

Bien dire et bien suffrir fait lui suffrant a bien venir. 

Forthi I rede,' quod Reson, "thow rule thi tonge bettre, 

And er thow lakke my lif, loke if thow be to preise. 

For is no creature under Crist can formen hymselven, 

And if a man myghte make hymself good, 

Ech a lif wolde be laklees  leeve thow non other. 

Ne thow shalt fynde but fewe fayne for to here 

Of here defautes foule bifore hem reherced. 

"The wise and the witty wroot thus in the Bible:

De re que te non molestat noli certare. 

For be a man fair or foul. it falleth noght to lakke 

The shap ne the shaft that God shoop hymselve; 

For al that he wrought was wel ydo, as Holy Writ witnesseth: 

Et vidit Deus cuncta que fecerat, et erant valde bona. 

And bad every creature in his kynde encreesse, 

Al to murthe with man that moste wo tholie 

In fondynge of the flessh and of the fend bothe. 

For man was maad of swich a matere he may noght wel asterte 

That som tyme hym bitit to folwen his kynde. 

Caton acordeth therwith  Nemo sine crimine vivit!' 

Tho caughte I colour anoon and comsed to ben ashamed, 

And awaked therwith. Wo was me thanne 

That I in metels ne myghte moore have yknowen. 

And thanne seide I to myself, and [sherewe]de that tyme, 

"Now I woot what Dowel is,' quod I, " by deere God, as me thynketh!' 

And as I caste up myne eighen, oon loked on me and asked 

Of me, what thyng it were? " Ywis, sire,' I seyde, 

"To se muche and suffre moore, certes,' quod I, "is Dowel.' 

"Haddestow suffred,' he seide, "slepynge tho thow were. 

Thow sholdest have knowen that Clergie kan and conceyved moore thorugh Reson

For Reson wolde have reherced thee right as Clergie seide. 

Ac for thyn entremetynge here artow forsake: 

Philosophus esses, si tacuisses. 

"Adam, whiles he spak noght, hadde paradis at wille; 

Ac whan he mamelede aboute mete and entremeted to knowe 

The wisedom and the wit of God, he was put fram blisse. 

And right so ferde Reson bi thee  thow with thi rude spec 

Lakkedest and losedest thyng that longed noght to doone. 

Tho hadde he no likyng for to lere the moore. 

" Pryde now and presumpcion paraventure wol thee appele, 

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That Clergie thi compaignye ne kepeth noght to suwe. 

For shal nevere chalangynge ne chidynge chaste a man so soone 

As shal shame, and shenden hym, and shape hym to amende. 

For lat a dronken daffe in a dyk falle, 

Lat hym ligge, loke noght on hym til hym liste aryse. 

For though Reson rebuked hym thanne, reccheth he nevere; 

Of Clergie ne of his counseil he counteth noght a risshe. 

[To blame] or for to bete hym thanne, it were but pure synne. 

Ac whan nede nymeth hym up, for doute leste he [ne] sterve, 

And shame shrapeth hise clothes and hise shynes wassheth, 

Thanne woot the dronken daffe wherfore he is to blame.' 

"Ye siggen sooth, by my soule,' quod I, "lch have yseyen it ofte. 

Ther smyt no thyng so smerte, ne smelleth so foule 

As shame, there he sheweth hym  for ech man shonyeth his felaweshipe. 

Why ye wisse me thus,' quod I, "was for I rebuked Reson.' 

"Certes,' quod he, "that is sooth,' and shoop hym for to wal n. 

And I aroos up right with that and [raughte] hym after, 

And preyde hym [if his wille were, he wolde] telle me his name. 

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" I am Ymaginatif,' quod he, "ydel was I nevere, 

Though I sitte by myself, in siknesse nor in helthe. 

I have folwed thee, in feith, thise fyve and fo 

And manye tymes have meved thee to [mlyn[n]e on thyn ende, 

And how fele fernyeres are faren, and so fewe to come: 

And of thi wilde wantownesse [whan] thow yong were, 

To amende it in thi myddel age, lest myght the faille 

In thyn olde elde, that yvele kan suffre 

Poverte or penaunce, or preyeres bidde: 

Si non in prima vigilia nec in secunda 

"Amende thee while thow myght; thow hast ben warned ofte 

With poustees of pestilences, with poverte and with angres  

And with thise bittre baleises God beteth his deere children: 

Quem diligo, castigo. 

And David in the Sauter seith, of swiche that loveth Jesus, 

"" Virga tua et baculus tuus, ipsa me consolata sunt. 

Although thow strike me with thi staf, with stikke or with yerde, 

It is but murthe as for me to amende my soule.'' 

And thow medlest thee with makynges  and myghtest go seye thi Sauter, 

And bidde for hem that yyveth thee breed; for ther are bokes ynowe 

To telle men what Dowel is, Dobet and Dobest bothe, 

And prechours to preve what it is, of many a peire freres.' 

I seigh wel he seide me sooth and, somwhat me to excuse, 

Seide, "Caton conforted his sone that, clerk though he were, 

To solacen hym som tyme  a[lso] I do whan I make: 

Interpone tuis interdum gaudia curis. 

"And of holy men I herde,' quod I, "how thei outherwhile 

Pleyden, the parfiter to ben, in [places manye]. 

Ac if ther were any wight that wolde me telle 

What were Dowel and Dobet and Dobest at the laste, 

Wolde I nevere do werk, but wende to holi chirche 

And there bidde my bedes but whan ich ete or slepe.' 

"Poul in his pistle,' quod he, "preveth what is Dowel: 

Fides, spes, caritas, et maior horum c 

Feith, hope and charitee, and alle ben goode, 

And saven men sondry tymes, ac noon so soone as charite. 

For he dooth wel, withouten doute, that dooth as lewte techeth; 

That is, if thow be man maryed, thi make thow lovye, 

And lyve forth as lawe wole while ye lyven bothe. 

" Right so, if thow be religious, ren thow nevere ferther 

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To Rome ne to Rochemador, but as thi rule techeth, 

And holde thee under obedience, that heigh wey is to hevene. 

"And if thow be maiden to marye, and myght wel continue, 

Seke thow nevere seint ferther for no soule helthe! 

For what made Lucifer to lese the heighe hevene, 

Or Salomon his sapience, or Sampson his strengthe? 

job the Jew his joye deere he it aboughte; 

Aristotle and othere mo, Ypocras and Virgile, 

Alisaundre that al wan, elengliche ended. 

Catel and kynde wit was combraunce to hem alle. 

" Felice hir fairnesse fel hire al to sclaundre, 

And Rosamounde right so reufulliche bisette 

The beaute of hir body; in baddenesse she despended. 

Of manye swiche I may rede  of men and or wommen  

That wise wordes wolde shewe and werche the contrarie: 

Sunt homines nequam bene de virtute loquentes. 

"And riche renkes right so gaderen and sparen, 

And tho men that thei moost haten mynistren it at the laste; 

And for thei suffren and see so manye nedy folkes 

And love hem noght as Oure Lord bit, lesen hir soules: 

Date et dabitur vobis. 

So catel and kynde wit acombreth ful manye; 

Wo is hym that hem weldeth but he hem wel despende: 

Scient [es] et nan facient [es] variis flagellis vapulab[un]t. 

Sapience, seith the Bok, swelleth a mannes soule: 

Sapiencia inflat 

And richesse right so, but if the roote be trewe. 

"Ac grace is a gras therfore, tho grevaunces to abate. 

Ac grace ne groweth noght but amonges [gomes] lowe: 

Paciwnce and poverte the place is ther groweth, 

And in lele lyvynge men and in lif holy, 

And thorugh the gifte of the Holy Goost, as the Gospel telleth: 

Spiritus ubi vult spirat. 

"Clergie and kynde wit cometh of sighte and techyng, 

As the Book bereth witnesse to burnes that kan rede: 

Quod scimus loquimur, quod vidimus testamur. 

Of quod scimus cometh clergie, a konnynge of hevene, 

And of quad vidimus cometh kynde wit, of sighte of diverse peple. 

Ac grace is a gifte of God, and of greet love spryngeth; 

Knew nevere clerk how it cometh forth, ne kynde wit the weyes: 

Nescit aliquis unde venit aut quo vadit 

"Ac yet is clergie to comende, and kynde wit bothe, 

And namely clergie for Cristes love, that of clergie is roote. 

For Moyses witnesseth that God wroot for to wisse the peple 

In the Olde Lawe, as the lettre telleth, that was the lawe of Jewes, 

That what womman were in avoutrye taken, were she riche or poore, 

With stones men sholde hir strike. and stone hire to dethe. 

A womman, as we fynden, was gilty of that dede; 

Ac Crist of his curteisie thorugh clergie hir saved. 

For thorugh caractes that Crist wroot, the Jewes knewe hemselve 

Giltier as afore God and gretter in synne 

Than the womman that there was, and wenten awey for shame. 

The clergie that there was conforted the womman. 

Holy Kirke knoweth this  that Cristes writyng saved; 

So clergie is confort to creatures that repenten, 

And to mansede men meschief at hire ende. 

"For Goddes body myghte noght ben of breed withouten clergie, 

The which body is bothe boote to the rightfulle, 

And deeth and dampnacion to hem that deyeth yvele; 

As Cristes caracte confortede and bothe coupable shewed 

The womman that the Jewes broughte, that Jesus thoughte to save: 

Nolite iudicare et non iudicabimini. 

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Right so Goddes body, bretheren, but it be worthili taken, 

Dampneth us at the day of dome as dide the caractes the Jewes. 

"Forthi I counseille thee for Cristes sake. clergie that thow lovye, 

For kynde wit is of his kyn and neighe cosynes bothe 

To Oure Lord, leve me  forthi love hem, I rede. 

For bothe ben as mirours to amenden oure detautes, 

And lederes for lewed men and for lettred bothe. 

"Forthi lakke thow nevere logik, lawe ne hise custumes, 

Ne countreplede clerkes  l counseille thee for evere! 

For as a man may noght see that mysseth hise eighen. 

Na moore kan no clerk but if he caughte it first thorugh bokes. 

Although men made bokes, God was the maister, 

And Seint Spirit the samplarie, and seide what men sholde write. 

And right as sight serveth a man to se the heighe strete, 

Right so lereth lettrure lewed men to reson. 

And as a blynd man in bataille bereth wepne to fighte, 

And hath noon hap with his ax his enemy to hitte, 

Na moore kan a kynde witted man, but clerkes hym teche, 

Come, for al his kynde wit, to Cristendom and be saved  

Which is the cofre of Cristes tresor, and clerkes kepe the keyes, 

To unloken it at hir likyng, and to the lewed peple 

Yyve mercy for hire mysdedes, if men it wole aske 

Buxomliche and benigneliche, and bidden it of grace. 

"Archa Dei in the Olde Lawe, Levites it kepten; 

Hadde nevere lewed man leve to leggen hond on that cheste 

But he were preest or preestes sone, patriark or prophete. 

"Saul, for he sacrificed, sorwe hym bitidde, 

And his sones also for that synne mischeved, 

And manye mo other men that were no Levites, 

That with archa Dei yeden, in reverence and in worship, 

And leiden hond theron to liften it up  and loren hir lif after. 

"Forthi I conseille alle creatures no clergie to dispise, 

Ne sette short by hir science, whatso thei don hemselve. 

Take we hir wordes at worth, for hire witnesses be trewe, 

And medle we noght muche with hem to meven any wrathe, 

Lest cheste cha[f]en us to choppe ech man other: 

Nolite tangere christos meos 

" For clergie is kepere under Crist of hevene; 

[Com] ther nevere no knyght but clergie hym made. 

Ac kynde wit cometh of alle kynnes sightes  

Of briddes and of beestes, [of blisse and of sorwe], 

Of tastes of truthe and [oft] of deceites. 

"[Olde] lyveris toforn us useden to marke 

The selkouthes that thei seighen, hir sones for to teche, 

And helden it an heigh science hir wittes to knowe. 

Ac thorugh hir science soothly was nevere no soule ysaved, 

Ne broght by hir bokes to blisse ne to joye; 

For alle hir kynde knowyng com but of diverse sightes. 

" Patriarkes and prophetes repreveden hir science, 

And seiden hir wordes ne hir wisdomes was but a folye; 

As to the clergie of Crist, counted it but a trufle: 

Sapiencia huius mundi stultitia est apud Deum. 

"For the heighe Holy Goost hevene shal tocleve, 

And love shal lepe out after into this lowe erthe, 

And clennesse shal cacchen it and clerkes shullen it fynde: 

Pastores loquebantur ad invicem. 

" He speketh there of riche men right noght, ne of right witty, 

Ne of lordes that were lewed men, but of the hyeste lettred oute: 

Ibant magi ab oriente. 

(If any frere were founde there, I yyve thee fyve shillynges!) 

Ne in none beggers cote was that barn born, 

But in a burgeises place, of Bethlem the beste: 

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Sed non erat ei locus in diversorio  et pauper non habet diversorium. 

"To pastours and to poetes appered the aungel, 

And bad hem go to Bethlem Goddes burthe to honoure, 

And songe a song of solas, Gloria in excelsis Deo.! 

Riche men rutte tho and in hir reste were, 

Tho it shon to shepherdes, a shewer of blisse. 

Clerkes knewen it wel and comen with hir presents, 

And diden hir homage nurably to hym that was almyghty. 

"Why I have told thee I this  I took ful good hede 

How thow contrariedest lergie with crabbede wordes, 

How that lewed men lightloker than lettrede were saved, 

Than clerkes or kynde witted men, of Cristene peple. 

And thow seidest sooth of somme  ac se in what manere. 

"Tak two stronge men and in Themese cast hem, 

And bothe naked as a nedle, hir noon sikerer than other; 

That oon hath konnynge and kan swymmen and dyven, 

That oother is lewed of that labour, lerned nevere swymme. 

Which trowestow of tho two in Themese is in moost drede  

He that nevere ne dyved ne noght kan of symmyng 

Or the swymmere that is saff by so hymself like, 

Ther his felawe fleteth forthas the flood liketh, 

And is in drede to drenche, that nevere dide swymme?' 

"That swymme kan noght,' I seide, "it semeth to my wittes.' 

" Right so,' quod the renk, " reson it sheweth, 

That he that knoweth clergie kan sonner arise 

Out of synne and be saaf, though he synne ofte, 

If hym liketh and lest, than any lewed, leelly. 

For if the clerk be konnynge, he knoweth what is synne, 

And how contricion withoute confession conforteth the soule, 

As thow seest in the Sauter in salmes oon or tweyne, 

How contricion is comended for it cacheth awey synne: 

Beati quorum remisse sunt iniquitates et quorum tecta sunt peccata. 

And this conforteth ech a clerk and kevereth hym fro wanhope, 

In which flood the fend fondeth a man hardest; 

Ther the lewed lith stille and loketh after Lente, 

And hath no contricion er he come to shrifte  and thanne kan he litel telle, 

But as his loresman lereth hyrn bileveth and troweth, 

And that is after person or parissh preest, and paraventure bothe unkonnynge 

To lere lewed men, as Luc bereth witnesse: 

Dum cecus ducit cecum 

"Wo was hym marked that wade moot with the lewed! 

Wel may the barn blesse that hym to book sette, 

That lyvynge after lettrure saved hym lif and soule. 

Dominus pars hereditatis mee is a murye verset 

That hath take fro Tybourne twenty stronge theves, 

Ther lewed theves ben lolled up  loke how thei be saved! 

"The thef that hadde grace of God on Good Fryday as thow speke, 

Was for he yald hym creaunt to Crist on the cros and knewliched hym gilty, 

And grace asked of God, that to graunten is evere redy 

To hem that buxomliche biddeth it, and ben in wille to amenden hem. 

Ac though that theef hadde hevene, he hadde noon heigh blisse, 

As Seint Johan and othere seintes that deserved hadde bettre. 

Right as som man yeve me mete and sette me amydde the floor: 

I hadde mete moore than ynough. ac noght so muche worshipe 

As tho that seten at the syde table or with the sovereynes of the halle, 

But sete as a beggere bordlees by myself on the grounde. 

So it fareth by that felon that a Good Friday was saved: 

He sit neither with Seint Johan, Symond ne Jude, 

Ne with maydenes ne with martires ne confessours ne wydewes, 

But by hymself as a soleyn, and served on the erthe. 

For he that is ones a thef is everemoore in daunger, 

And as lawe liketh to lyve or to deye: 

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De peccato propiciato noli esse sine metu. 

And for to serven a seint and swich a thef togideres  

It were neither reson ne right to rewarde both yliche. 

"And right as Troianus the trewe knyght tilde noght depe in helle 

That Oure Lord ne hadde hym lightly out, so leve I [by] the thef in hevene: 

For he is in the loweste of hevene, if oure bileve be trewe, 

And wel losely he lolleth there, by the lawe of Holy Chirche, 

Quia reddit unicuique iuxta opera sua. 

"Ac why that oon theef on the cros creaunt hym yald 

Rather than that oother theef, though thow woldest appose, 

Alle the clerkes under Crist ne kouthe the skile assoille: 

Quare placuit ? Quia voluit. 

And so I seye by thee, that sekest after the whyes, 

And aresonedest Reson, a rebukynge as it were, 

And willest of briddes and of beestes and of hir bredyng knowe, 

Why some be alough and some aloft, thi likyng it were; 

And of the floures in the fryth and of hire faire hewes  

Wherof thei cacche hir colours so clere and so brighte, 

And of the stones and of the sterres  thow studiest, as I leve, 

How evere beest outher brid hath so breme wittes . . . 

"Clergie ne Kynde Wit ne knew nevere the cause, 

Ac Kynde knoweth the cause hymself and no creature ellis. 

He is the pies patron and putteth it in hir ere 

That there the thorn is thikkest to buylden and brede. 

And Kynde kenned the pecok to cauken in swich a kynde, 

And Kynde kenned Adam to knowe his pryve membres, 

And taughte hym and Eve to helien hem with leves. 

" Lewed men many tymes maistres thei apposen, . 

Whi Adam ne hiled noght first his mouth that eet the appul, 

Rather than his likame alogh?  lewed asken thus clerkes. 

Kynde knoweth whi he dide so, ac no clerk ellis! 

"Ac of briddes and of beestes men by olde tyme 

Ensamples token and termes, as telleth thise poetes, 

And that the faireste fowel foulest engendreth, 

And feblest fowel of flight is that fleeth or swymmeth. 

And that is the pecok and the pehen  proude riche men thei bitokneth 

For the pecok and men pursue hym may noght flee heighe: 

For the trailynge of his tail overtaken is he soone. 

And his flessh is foul flessh, and his feet bothe, 

And unlovelich of ledene and looth for to here. 

"Right so the riche, if he his richesse kepe 

And deleth it noght til his deeth day, the tail of alle is sorwe. 

Right as the pennes of the pecok peyneth hym in his flight, 

So is possession peyne of pens and of nobles 

To alle hem that it holdeth til hir tail be plukked. 

And though the riche repente thanne and birewe the tyme 

That evere he gadered so grete and gaf therof so litel, 

Though he crye to Crist thanne with kene wil, I leve 

His ledene be in Oure Lordes ere lik a pies chiteryng; 

And whan his caroyne shal come in cave to be buryed, 

I leve it flawme ful foule the fold al aboute, 

And alle the othere ther it lith envenymeth thorugh his attre. 

By the po feet is understande, as I have lerned in Avynet, 

Executours  false frendes that fulfille noght his wille 

That was writen, and thei witnesse to werche right as it wolde. 

Thus the poete preveth that the pecok for his fetheres is reverenced; 

Right so is the riche by reson of hise goodes. 

"The larke, that is a lasse fowel, is moore lovelich of ledene, 

And wel awey of wynge swifter than the pecok, 

And of flessh by felefold fatter and swetter; 

To lowe libbynge men the larke is resembled. 

["Swiche tales he telleth, Aristotle the grete clerk]; 

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Thus he likneth in his logik the leeste fowel oute. 

And wheither he be saaf or noght saaf, the sothe woot no clergie, 

Ne of Sortes ne of Salamon no seripture kan telle. 

Ac God is so good, I hope that siththe he gaf hem wittes 

To wissen us wyes therwith, that wisshen to be saved, 

(And the bettre for hir bokes to bidden we ben holden) 

That God for his grace gyve hir soules reste  

For lettred men were lewed yet, ne were loore of hir bokes.' 

"Alle thise clerkes,' quod I tho, "that on Crist leven. 

Seyen in hir sermons that neither Sarsens ne Jewes 

Ne no creature of Cristes liknesse withouten Cristendom worth saved.' 

" Contra.! quod Ymaginatif thoo,and comsed for to loure, 

And seide, " Salvabitur vix iustus in die iudicii, 

Ergo  salvabitur!' quod he, and seide no moore Latyn. 

"Troianus was a trewe knyght and took nevere Cristendom, 

And he is saaf, so seith the book, and his soule in hevene. 

Ac ther is fullynge of font and fullynge in blood shedyng, 

And thorugh fir is fullyng, and that is ferme bileve: 

Advenit ignis divinus, non comburens set illuminans 

"Ac truthe that trespased nevere ne traversed ayeins his lawe, 

But lyveth as his lawe techeth and leveth ther be no bettre, 

(And if ther were, he wolde amende) and in swich wille deieth  

Ne wolde nevere trewe God but trewe truthe were allowed. 

And wheither it worth or noght worth, the bileve is gret of truthe, 

And an hope hangynge therinne to have a mede for his truthe; 

For Deus dicitur quasi dans vitam eternam suis, hoc est fidelibus. 

Et alibi, Si ambulavero in medio umbre mortis 

The glose graunteth upon that vers a greet mede to truthe. 

And wit and wisdom,' quod that wye, " was som tyme tresor 

To kepe with a commune  no catel was holde bettre  

And muche murthe and manhod'  and right with that he vanysshed. 

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And I awaked therwith, witlees nerhande, 

And as a freke that fey were, forth gan I walke 

In manere of a mendynaunt many yer after, 

And of this metyng many tyme muche thought I hadde: 

First how Fortune me failed at my mooste nede, 

And how that Elde manaced me, myghte we evere mete; 

And how that freres folwede folk that was riche, 

And [peple] that was povere at litel pris thei sette, 

And no corps in hir kirkyerd ne in hir kirk was buryed 

But quik he biquethe hem aught or sholde helpe quyte hir dettes; 

And how this coveitise overcom clerkes and preestes; 

And how that lewed men ben lad, but Oure Lord hem helpe, 

Thorugh unkonnynge curatours to incurable peynes; 

And how that Ymaginatif in dremels me tolde 

Of Kynde and of his konnynge, and how curteis he is to bestes, 

And how lovynge he is to bestes on londe and on watre: 

Leneth he no lif lasse ne moore; 

The creatures that crepen of Kynde ben engendred; 

And sithen how Ymaginatif seide, " Vix iustus salvabitur,' 

And whan he hadde seid so, how sodeynliche he passed. 

I lay down longe in this thoght, and at the laste I slepte; 

And as Crist wolde ther com Conscience to conforte me that tyme, 

And bad me come to his court  with Clergie sholde I dyne. 

And for Conscience of Clergie spak, I com wel the rather; 

And there I [merkede] a maister  what man he was I nyste  

That lowe louted and loveliche to Scripture. 

Conscience knew hym wel and welcomed hym faire; 

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Thei wesshen and wipeden and wenten to the dyner. 

Ac Pacience in the paleis stood in pilgrymes clothes, 

And preyde mete par charite for a povere heremyte. 

Conscience called hym in, and curteisliche seide, 

" Welcome, wye, go and wassh; thow shalt sitte soone.' 

This maister was maad sitte as for the mooste worthi, 

And thanne Clergie and Conscience and Pacience cam after. 

Pacience and I were put to be mettes, 

And seten bi oureselve at a side borde. 

Conscience called after mete, and thanne cam Scripture 

And served hem thus soone of sondry metes manye  

Of Austyn, of Ambrose, of alle the foure Evaungelistes: 

Edentes et bibentes que apud eos sunt. 

Ac this maister ne his man no maner flessh eten, 

Ac thei eten mete of moore cost  mortrews and potages: 

Of that men myswonne thei made hem wel at ese. 

Ac hir sauce was over sour and unsavourly grounde 

In a morter, Post mortem, of many bitter peyne  

But if thei synge for tho soules and wepe salte teris: 

Vos qui peccata hominum comeditis, nisi pro eis lacrimas et 

oraciones effuderitis, ea que in deliciis comeditis, in tormentis evometis. 

Conscience ful curteisly tho commaunded Scripture 

Bifore Pacience breed to brynge and me that was his mette. 

He sette a sour loof toforn us and seide, "Agite penitenciam,' 

And siththe he drough us drynke: "Dia perseverans  

As longe,' quod he,"as lif and lycame may dure.' 

" Here is propre service,' quod Pacience, "ther fareth no prince bettre!' 

And he broughte us of Beati quorum of Beatus virres makyng, 

And thanne he broughte us forth a mees of oother mete, of Miserere mei, Deus 

Et quorum tecta sunt peccata 

In a dissh of derne shrifte, Dixi et confitebor tibi. 

"Bryng Pacience som pitaunce,' pryveliche quod Conseience; 

And thanne hadde Pacience a pitaunce, Pro hac orabit ad te 

omnis sanctus in tempore oportuno. 

And Conseience conforted us, and carped us murye tales: 

Cor contritum et humiliatum, Deus, non despicies. 

Pacience was proude of that propre service, 

And made hym murthe with his mete; ac I mornede evere, 

For this doctour on the heighe dees drank wyn so faste: 

Ve vobis qui potentes estis ad bibendum vinum ! 

He eet manye sondry metes, mortrews and puddynges, 

Wombe cloutes and wilde brawen and egges yfryed with grece. 

Thanne seide I to myself so Pacience it herde, 

" It is noght foure dayes that this freke, bifore the deen of Poules, 

Preched of penaunces that Paul the Apostle suffrede  

In fame et frigore and flappes of scourges: 

Ter cesus sum et a Iudeis quinquies quadragenas c 

Ac o word thei overhuppen at ech a tyme that thei preche 

That Poul in his Pistle to al the peple tolde  

Periculum est in falsis fratribus!' 

(Holi Writ bit men be war  I wol noght write it here 

In Englissh, on aventure it sholde be reherced to ofte 

And greve therwith that goode men ben  ac gramariens shul rede: 

Unusquisque a fratre se custodiat, quia, ut dicitur, 

periculum est in falsis fratribus. 

Ac I wiste nevere freke that as a frere yede bifore men on Englissh 

Taken it for his teme, and telle it withouten glosyng! 

They prechen that penaunce is profitable to the soule, 

And what meschief and maleese Crist for man tholede). 

"Ac this Goddes gloton,' quod I, "with hise grete chekes, 

Hath no pite on us povere; he parfourneth yvele. 

That he precheth, he preveth noght,' to Pacience I tolde, 

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And wisshed witterly, with wille ful egre, 

That disshes and doublers bifore this doctour 

Were molten leed in his mawe, and Mahoun amyddes! 

"I shal jangle to this jurdan with his juste wombe 

To telle me what penaunce is, of which he preched rather!' 

Pacience parceyved what I thoughte, and [preynte] on me to be stille, 

And seide, "Thow shalt see thus soone, whan he may na moore, 

He shal have a penaunce in his paunche and puffe at ech a worde, 

And thanne shullen his guttes gothele, and he shal galpen after; 

For now he hath dronken so depe he wole devyne soone 

And preven it by hir Pocalips and passion of Seint Avereys 

That neither bacon ne braun ne blancmanger ne mortrews 

Is neither fissh ne flessh but fode for a penaunt. 

And thanne shal he testifie of a trinite, and take his felawe to witnesse 

What he fond in a f[or]el after a freres lyvyng; 

And but the first leef be lesyng, leve me nevere after! 

And thanne is tyme to take and to appose this doctour 

Of Dowel and Dobet and if Dobest be any penaunce.' 

And I sat stille as Pacience seide, and thus soone this doctour, 

As rody as a rose ruddede hise chekes, 

Coughed and carped; and Conscience hym herde, 

And tolde hym of a trinite, and toward us he loked. 

"What is Dowel, sire doctour?' quod I; "is Dobest any penaunce?' 

" Dowel?' quod this doctour  and drank after  

" Do noon yvel to thyn evencristen  nought by thi power.' 

"By this day, sire doctour,' quod I, "thanne [in Dowel be ye noght]! 

For ye han harmed us two in that ye eten the puddyng, 

Mortrews and oother mete  and we no morsel hadde. 

And if ye fare so in youre fermerye, ferly me thynketh 

But cheeste be ther charite sholde be, and yonge children dorste pleyne! 

I wolde permute my penaunce with youre  for I am in point to dowel.' 

Thanne Conscience ful curteisly a contenaunce he made, 

And preynte upon Pacience to preie me to be stille, 

And seide hymself, "Sire doctour, and it be youre wille, 

What is Dowel and Dobet? Ye dyvynours knoweth.' 

"Dowel?' quod this doctour; "do as clerkes techeth; 

And Dobet is he that techeth and travailleth to teche othere; 

And Dobest doth hymself so as he seith and precheth: 

Qui facit et docuerit magnus vocabitur in regno celorum.' 

"Now thow, Clergie,' quod Conscience. "carpe us what is Dowel.' 

" I have sevene sones,' he seide, "serven in a castel 

Ther the lord of lif wonyeth, to leren hem what is Dowel. 

Til I se tho sevene and myself acorde 

I am unhardy,' quod he, "to any wight to preven it. 

For oon Piers the Plowman hath impugned us alle, 

And set alle sciences at a sop save love one; 

And no text ne taketh to mayntene his cause 

But Dilige Deum and Domine quis habitabit; 

And seith that Dowel and Dobet arn two infinites, 

Whiche infinites with a feith fynden out Dobest, 

Which shal save mannes soule  thus seith Piers the Plowman.' 

" I kan noght heron,' quod Conscience, "ac I knowe wel Piers. 

He wol noght ayein Holy Writ speken, I dar x el undertake. 

Thanne passe we over til Piers come and preve this in dede. 

Pacience hath be in many place, and paraunter knoweth 

That no clerk ne kan, as Crist bereth witnesse: 

Pacientes vincunt 

"At youre preiere,' quod Pacience tho, "so no man displese hym: 

Disce,' quod he, " doce; dilige inimicos. 

Disce, and Dowel; doce, and Dobet; 

Dilige, and Dobest  [do] thus taughte me ones 

A lemman that I lovede  Love was hir name. 

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""With wordes and with werkes,'' quod she, "and wil of thyn herte 

Thow love leelly thi soule al thi lif tyme. 

And so thow lere the to lovye, for the Lordes love of hevene, 

Thyn enemy in alle wise eveneforth with thiselve. 

Cast coles on his heed of alle kynde speche; 

Bothe with werkes and with wordes fonde his love to wynne, 

And leye on him thus with love til he laughe on the; 

And but he bowe for this betyng, blynd mote he worthe!' 

"Ac for to fare thus with thi frend  folie it were; 

For he that loveth thee leelly, litel of thyne coveiteth. 

Kynde love coveiteth noght no catel but speche. 

With half a laumpe lyne in Latyn, Ex vi transicionis, 

I bere ther, in a bou[s]te, faste ybounde Dowel, 

In a signe of the Saterday that sette first the kalender, 

And al the wit of the Wodnesday of the nexte wike after; 

The myddel of the rnoone is the myght of bothe. 

And herwith am I welceme ther I have it with me. 

" Undo it  lat this doctour deme if Dowel be therinne; 

For, by hym that me made, myghte nevere poverte, 

Misese ne mischief ne man with his tonge, 

Coold, ne care, ne compaignye of theves. 

Ne neither hete, ne hayl, ne noon helle pouke, 

Ne neither fuyr, ne flood, ne feere of thyn enemy. 

Tene thee any tyme, and thow take it with the: 

Caritas nichil timet. 

"And ek, have God my soule! and thow wilt it crave, 

Ther nys neither emperour ne emperesse, erl ne baroun, 

Pope ne patriark, that pure reson ne shal make thee 

Maister of alle tho men thorugh myght of this redels  

Nought thorugh wicchecraft but thorugh wit; and thow wilt thiselve 

Do kyng and quene and alle the comune after 

Yyve thee al that thei may yyve, as thee for best yemere, 

And as thow demest wil thei do alle hir dayes after: 

Pacientes vincunt.' 

" It is but a dido,' quod this doctour, "a disours tale! 

Al the wit of this world and wight mennes strengthe 

Kan noght [par]formen a pees bitwene the Pope and hise enemys, 

Ne bitwene two Cristene kynges kan no wight pees make 

Profitable to either peple  and putte the table fro hym, 

And took Clergie and Conscience to conseil, as it were, 

That Pacience tho most passe  for pilgrymes konne wel lye.' 

Ac Conscience carped loude and curteisliche seide, 

" Frendes, fareth wel,' and faire spak to Clergie, 

" For I wol go with this gome, if God wol yeve me grace, 

And be nilgrym with Pacience til I have preved moore.' 

"What! ' quod Clergie to Conscience, "are ye coveitous nouthe 

After yeresyeves or yiftes. or yernen to rede redels? 

I shal brynge yow a Bible, a book of the olde lawe, 

And lere yow, if yow like, the leeste point to knowe, 

That Pacience the pilgrym parfitly knew nevere.' 

" Nay, by Crist!' quod Conscience to Clergie, " God thee foryelde. 

For al that Pacience me profreth, proud am I litel; 

Ac the wil of the wye and the wil of folk here 

Hath meved my mood to moorne for my synnes. 

The goode wil of a wight was nevere bought to the fulle: 

For ther nys no tresour therto to a trewe wille. 

"Hadde noght Marie Maudeleyne moore for a box of salve 

Than Zacheus for he seide, " Dimiaium bonorum meorum do pauperibus,' 

And the poore widewe for a peire of mytes 

Than alle tho that offrede into gazophilacium ?' 

Thus curteisliche Conscience congeyed first the frere, 

And sithen softeliche he seide in Clergies ere, 

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"Me were levere, by Oure Lord, and I lyve sholde, 

Have pacience parfitliche than half thi pak of bokes! ' 

Clergie of Conscience no congie wolde take, 

But seide ful sobreliche, "Thow shalt se the tyme 

Whan thow art wery forwalked, wilne me to counseille.' 

"That is sooth,' seide Conscience, "so me God helpe! 

If Pacience be oure partyng felawe and pryve with us bothe, 

Ther nys wo in this world that we ne sholde amende, 

And conformen kynges to pees, and alle kynnes londes  

Sarsens and Surre, and so forth alle the Jewes  

Turne into the trewe feith and intil oon bileve.' 

"That is sooth,' quod Clergie, "I se what thow menest. 

I shall dwelle as I do, my devoir to shewe, 

And confermen fauntekyns oother folk ylered 

Til Pacience have preved thee and parfit thee maked.' 

Conscience tho with Pacience passed, pilgrymes as it were. 

Thanne hadde Pacience, as pilgrymes han, in his poke vitailles: 

Sobretee and symple speche and soothfast bileve, 

To conforte hym and Conscience if thei come in place 

There unkyndenesse and coveitise is, hungry contrees bothe. 

And as thei wente by the weye, of Dowel thei carped; 

Thei mette with a mynstral, as me tho thoughte. 

Pacience apposed hym first and preyde he sholde telle 

fo Conscience what craft he kouthe, and to what contree he wolde. 

"I am a mynstral,' quod that man, "my name is Activa Vita. 

Al ydel ich hatie, for of Actif is my name, 

A wafrer, wol ye wite, and serve manye lordes  

And fewe robes I fonge or furrede gownes. 

Couthe I lye and do men laughe, thanne lacchen I sholde 

Outher mantel or moneie amonges lordes mynstrals. 

Ac for I kan neither taboure ne trompe ne telle no gestes, 

Farten ne fithelen at festes, ne harpen, 

Jape ne jogele ne gentilliche pipe, 

Ne neither saille ne sautrie ne synge with the gyterne, 

I have no goode giftes of thise grete lordes 

For no breed that I brynge forth  save a benyson on the Sonday, 

Whan the preest preieth the peple hir Paternoster to bidde 

For Piers the Plowman and that hym profit waiten  

And that am I, Actif, that ydelnesse hatie; 

For alle trewe travaillours and tiliers of the erthe, 

Fro Mighelmesse to Mighelmesse I fynde hem with wafres. 

"Beggeris and bidderis of my breed craven, 

Faitours and freres and folk with brode crounes. 

I fynde payn for the Pope and provendre for his palfrey, 

And I hadde nevere of hym, have God my trouthe, 

Neither provendre ne personage yet of the Popes yifte, 

Save a pardon with a peis of leed and two polles amyddes! 

Hadde ich a clerc that couthe write I wolde caste hym a bille 

That he sente me under his seel a salve for the pestilence, 

And that his blessynge and hise bulles bocches myghte destruye: 

In nomine meo demonia eicient et super egros manus imponent et bene habebunt. 

And thanne wolde I be prest to the peple, paast for to make, 

And buxom and busy aboute breed and drynke 

For hyrn and for alle hise, founde I that his pardoun 

Mighte lechen a man  as I bileve it sholde. 

For sith he hath the power that Peter hadde, he hath the pot with the salve: 

Argentum et aurum non est michi: quod autem habeo, 

tibi do: In nomine Domini surge et ambula. 

"Ac if myght of myracle hym faille, it is for men ben noght worthi 

To have the grace of God, and no gilt of the Pope. 

For may no blessynge doon us boote but if we wile amende, 

Ne mannes masse make pees among Cristene peple, 

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Til pride be pureliche fordo, and that thorugh payn defaute. 

For er I have breed of mele, ofte moot I swete, 

And er the commune have corn ynough many a cold morwenyng; 

So, er my wafres be ywroght, muche wo I tholye. 

"Al Londoun, I leve, liketh wel my wafres, 

And louren whan thei lakken hem; it is noght longe ypassed 

There was a careful commune whan no cart com to towne 

With bake breed fro Stratford; tho gonnen beggeris wepe, 

And werkmen were agast a lite  this wole be thought longe; 

In the date of Oure Drighte, in a drye Aprill, 

A thousand and thre hundred, twies thritty and ten, 

My wafres there were gesene, whan Chichestre was maire.' 

I took greet kepe, by Crist, and Conscience bothe, 

Of Haukyn the Actif Man, and how he was yclothed. 

He hadde a cote of Cristendom as Holy Kirke bileveth; 

Ac it was moled in many places with manye sondry plottes  

Of pride here a plot, and there a plot of unbuxom speche, 

Of scornyng and of seoffyng and of unskilful berynge; 

As in apparaill andin porte proud amonges the peple; 

Ootherwise than he hath with herte or sighte shewynge; 

Hym wilnyng that alle men wende he were that he is noght, 

Forwhy he bosteth and braggeth with manye bolde othes; 

And inobedient to ben undernome of any lif lyvynge; 

And so singuler by hymself as to sighte of the peple 

Was noon swich as hymself, ne noon so pope holy; 

Yhabited as an heremyte, an ordre by hymselve  

Religion saunz rule and resonable obedience; 

Lakkynge lettrede men and lewed men bothe; 

In likynge of lele lif and a liere in soule; 

With inwit and with outwit ymagynen and studie 

As best for his body be to have a bold name; 

And entremetten hym over al ther he hath noght to doone; 

Wilnyge that men wende his wit were the beste, 

Or for his crafty konnynge or of clerkes the wisest, 

Or strengest on stede, or styvest under girdel, 

And lovelokest to loken on and lelest of werkes, 

And noon so holy as he ne of lif clennere, 

Or feirest of feitures, of forme and of shafte, 

And most sotil of song other sleyest of hondes, 

And large to lene lo[o]s therby to cacche; 

And if he gyveth ought to povere gomes, [go] telle what he deleth; 

Povere of possession in purs and in cofre," 

And as a lyoun on to loke and lordlich of speche; 

Boldest of beggeris, a bostere that noght hath, 

In towne and in tavernes tales to telle 

And segge thyng that he nevere seigh and for sothe sweren it, 

Of dedes that he nevere dide demen and bosten, 

And of werkes that he wel dide witnesse and siggen, 

"Lo! if ye leve me noght, or that I lye wenen, 

Asketh at hym or at hym, and he yow kan telle 

What I suffrede and seigh and somtymes hadde, 

And what I kouthe and knew, and what kyn I com of.' 

Al he wolde that men wiste of werkes and of wordes 

Which myghte plese the peple and preisen hymselve: 

Si hominibus placerem, Christi servus non essem. Et alibi: 

Nemo potest duobus dominis servire. 

"By Crist!' quod Conseience tho, "thi beste cote, Haukyn, 

Hath manye moles and spottes  it moste ben ywasshe!' 

"Ye, whoso toke hede,' quod Haukyn, "bihynde and bifore, 

What on bak and what on body half and by the two sides  

Men sholde fynde manye frounces and manye foule plottes.' 

And he torned hym as tyd, and thanne took I hede;

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It was fouler bi fele fold than it first semed. 

It was bidropped with wrathe and wikkede wille, 

With envye and yvel speche entisynge to fighte, 

Lying and lakkynge and leve tonge to chide; 

Al that he wiste wikked by any wight, tellen it, 

And blame men bihynde hir bak and bidden hem meschaunce; 

And that he wiste by Wille, [to Watte tellen it], 

And that Watte wiste, Wille wiste it after, 

And made of frendes foes thorugh a fals tonge: 

"Or with myght of mouth or thorugh mannes strengthe 

Avenged me fele tymes, other frete myselve withinne 

As a shepsteres shere, ysherewed men and cursed hem.' 

Cuius malediccione os plenum est et amaritudine; sub lingua 

eius labor et dolor. Et alibi: Filii hominum dentes eorum 

arma et sagitte et lingua eorum gladius acutus. 

"Ther is no lif that I lovye lastynge any while; 

For tales that I telle no man trusteth to me. 

And whan I may noght have the maistrie, swich malencolie I take 

That I cacche the crampe, the cardiacle som tyme, 

Or an ague in swich an angre, and som tyme a fevere 

That taketh me al a twelvemonthe, til that I despise 

Lechecraft of Oure Lord and leve on a wicche, 

And seye that no clerc ne kan  ne Crist, as I leve  

To the Soutere of Southwerk, or of Shordych Dame Emme, 

And seye that [God ne] Goddes word gaf me nevere boute, 

But thorugh a charme hadde I chaunce and my chief heele.' 

I waitede wisloker, and thanne was it soilled 

With likynge of lecherie as by lokynge of his eighe. 

For ech a maide that he mette, he made hire a signe 

Semynge to synneward, and somtyme he gan taste 

Aboute the mouth or bynethe bigynneth to grope, 

Til eitheres wille wexeth kene, and to the werke yeden, 

As wel fastyng dayes as Fridaies and forboden nyghtes, 

And as lef in Lente as out of Lente, alle tymes yliche: 

Swiche werkes with hem were nevere out of seson, 

Til thei myghte na moore  and thanne hadde murye tales, 

And how that lecchours lovye laughen and japen, 

And of hir harlotrye and horedom in hir elde tellen. 

Thanne Pacience parceyved, of pointes his cote 

Was colomy thorugh coveitise and unkynde desiryng. 

Moore to good than to God the gome his love caste, 

And ymagynede how he it myghte have 

With false mesures and met, and [mid] fals witnesse 

Lened for love of the wed and looth to do truthe, 

And awaited thorugh w[itte]s wyes to bigile, 

And menged his marchaundise and made a good moustre: 

"The worst withinne was  a greet wit I let it! 

And if my neghebore hadde an hyne, or any beest ellis, 

Moore profitable than myn, manye sleightes I made 

How I myghte have it  al my wit I caste; 

And but I it hadde by oother wey, at the laste I stale it, 

Or pryveliche his purs shook, unpikede hise lokes; 

Or by nyghte or by daye, aboute was ich evere 

Thorugh gile to gaderen the good that ich have. 

"If I yede to the plowgh, I pynched so narwe 

That a foot lond or a forow fecchen I wolde 

Of my nexte neghebore, nymen of his erthe; 

And if I rope, overreche, or yaf hem reed that ropen 

To seise to me with hir sikel that I ne sew nevere. 

"And whoso borwed of me aboughte the tyme 

With presentes pryvely, or paide som certeyn  

So wolde he or noght wolde he, wynnen I wolde; 

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And bothe to kith and to kyn unkynde of that ich hadde. 

"And whoso cheped my chaffare, chiden I wolde 

But he profrede to paie a peny or tweyne 

Moore than it was worth, and yet wolde I swere 

That it coste me muche moore  swoor manye othes. 

"In haly daies at holy chirche, whan ich herde masse 

Hadde I nevere wille, woot God, witterly to biseche 

Mercy for my mysdedes, that I ne moorned moore 

For losse of good, leve me, than for likames giltes; 

As, if I hadde dedly synne doon, I dredde noght that so soore 

As whan I lened and leved it lost or longe er it were paied. 

So if I kidde any kyndenesse myn evencristen to helpe, 

Upon a cruwel coveitise my conscience gan hange. 

"And if I sente over see my servaunts to Brugges, 

Or into Prucelond my Prentis my profit to waiten, 

To marchaunden with moneie and maken here esehaunges, 

Mighte nevere me conforte in the mene tyme 

Neither masse ne matynes, ne none maner sightes; 

Ne nevere penaunce parfournede ne Paternoster seide 

That my mynde ne was moore on my good in a doute 

Than in the grace of God and hise grete helpes.' 

Ubi thesaurus tuus, ibi et cor tuum. 

Yet that glotoun with grete othes his garnement hadde soiled 

And foule beflobered it, as with fals speche, 

As, there no nede ne was, Goddes name an idel  

Swoor therby swithe ofte and al biswatte his cote; 

And moore mete eet and dronk than kynde myghte defie  

"And kaughte siknesse somtyme for my surfetes ofte; 

And thanne I dradde to deye in dedlich synne'  

That into wanhope he w[orth] and wende nought to be saved, 

The whiche is sleuthe, so slow that may no sleightes helpe it, 

Ne no mercy amenden the man that so deieth. 

Ac whiche ben the braunches that bryngen a man to sleuthe? 

Is whan a man moorneth noght for hise mysdedes, ne maketh no sorwe, 

Ac penaunce that the preest enjoyneth parfourneth yvele, 

Dooth non almesdede, dred hym of no synne, 

Lyveth ayein the bileve and no lawe holdeth. 

Ech day is halyday with hym or an heigh ferye, " 

And if he aught wol here, it is an harlotes tonge. 

Whan men carpen of Crist, or of clennesse of soule, 

He wexeth wroth and wol noght here but wordes of murthe. 

Penaunce and povere men and the passion of seintes  

He hateth to here therof and alle that it telleth. 

Thise been the braunches, beth war! that bryngen a man to wanhope. 

Ye lordes and ladies and legates of Holy Chirche 

That fedeth fooles sages, flatereris and lieris, 

And han likynge to lithen hem [in hope] to do yow laughe  

Ve vobis qui ridetis c 

And yyveth hem mete and mede, and povere men refuse, 

In youre deeth deyinge, I drede me soore 

Lest tho thre maner men to muche sorwe yow brynge: 

Consencientes et agentes pari pena punientur. 

Patriarkes and prophetes, prechours of Goddes wordes, 

Saven thorugh hir sermon mannes soule fro helle; 

Right so flatereris and fooles arn the fendes disciples 

To entice men thorugh hir tales to synne and harlotrie. 

Ac clerkes, that knowen Holy Writ, sholde kenne lordes 

What David seith of swiche men, as the Sauter telleth: 

Non habitabit in medio domus mee qui facit superbiam; qui loquitur iniqua . . . 

Sholde noon harlot have audience in halle ne in chambre 

Ther wise men were  witnesseth Goddes wordes  

Ne no mysproud min amonges lordes ben allowed.

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Clerkes and knyghtes welcometh kynges minstrales, 

And for love of hir lord litheth hem at festes; 

Muche moore, me thynketh, riche men sholde 

Have beggeres bifore hem, the whiche ben Goddes minstrales, 

As he seith hymself  Seynt Johan bereth witnesse: 

Qui vos spernit me spernit. 

Forthi I rede yow riche, reveles whan ye maketh, 

For to solace youre soules, swiche minstrales to have  

The povere for a fool sage sittynge at th[i] table, 

And a lered man to lere thee what Oure Lord suffred 

For to save thi soule fram Sathan thyn enemy, 

And fithele thee, withoute flaterynge, of Good Friday the storye, 

And a blynd man for a bourdeour, or a bedrede womman 

To crie a largesse bifore Oure Lord, your good loos to shewe. 

Thise thre maner minstrales maketh a man to laughe, 

And in his deeth deyinge thei don hym gret confort 

That bi his lyve lithed hem and loved hem to here. 

Thise solaceth the soule til hymself be falle 

In a welhope, [for he wroghte so], amonges worthi seyntes, 

There flatereres and fooles thorugh hir foule wordes 

Leden tho that loved hem to Luciferis feste 

With turpiloquio, a lay of sorwe, and Luciferis fithele. 

Thus Haukyn the actif man hadde ysoiled his cote, 

Til Conscience acouped hym therof in a curteis manere, 

Why he ne hadde wasshen it or wiped it with a brusshe. 

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"I have but oon hool hater,' quod Haukyn, "I am the lasse to blame 

Though it be soiled and selde clene  I slepe therinne o nyghtes; 

And also I have an houswif, hewen and children  

Uxorem duxi, et ideo non possum venire  

That wollen bymolen it many tyme, maugree my chekes. 

It hath be laved in Lente and out of Lente bothe 

With the sope of siknesse, that seketh wonder depe, 

And with the losse of catel, that looth me w[ere] 

For to agulte God or any good man, by aught that I wiste; 

And was shryven of the preest, that [for my synnes gaf me] 

To penaunce, pacience, and povere men to fede, 

Al for coveitise of my Cristendom in clennesse to kepen it. 

And kouthe I nevere, by Crist! kepen it clene an houre, 

That I ne soiled it with sighte or som ydel speche, 

Or thorugh werk or thorugh word, or wille of myn herte, 

That I ne flobre it foule fro morwe til even.' 

"And I shal kenne thee,' quod Conscience, "of Contricion to make 

That shal clawe thi cote of alle kynnes filthe  

Cordis contricio c 

Dowel shal wasshen it and wryngen it thorugh a wis confessour  

Oris confessio c 

Dobet shal beten it and bouken it as bright as any scarlet, 

And engreynen it with good wille and Goddes grace to amende the, 

And sithen sende thee to Satisfaccion for to sonnen it after: 

Satisfaccio. 

"And Dobest kepe[th] clene from unkynde werkes. 

Shal nevere my[te] bymolen it, ne mothe after biten it, 

Ne fend ne fals man defoulen it in thi lyve. 

Shal noon heraud ne harpour have a fairer garnement 

Than Haukyn the Actif man, and thow do by my techyng, 

Ne no mynstrall be moore worth amonges povere and riche 

Than Haukyn wi[l] the wafrer, which is Activa Vita.' 

"And I shal purveie thee paast,' quod Pacience, "though no plough erye, 

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And flour to fede folk with as best be for the soule; 

Though nevere greyn growed, ne grape upon vyne, 

Alle that lyveth and loketh liflode wolde I fynde, 

And that ynogh  shal noon faille of thyng that hem nedeth. 

We sholde noght be to bisy abouten oure liflode: 

Ne soliciti sitis c Volucres celi Deus pascit c Pacientes vincunt c 

Thanne laughed Haukyn a litel, and lightly gan swerye, 

"Whoso leveth yow, by Oure Lord, I leve noght he be blessed!' 

"No?' quod Pacience paciently, and out of his poke hente 

Vitailles of grete vertues for alle manere beestes, 

And seide, " Lo! here liflode ynogh, if oure bileve be trewe. 

For lent nevere was lif but liflode were shapen, 

Wherof or wherfore or wherby to libbe. 

" First the wilde worm under weet erthe, 

Fissh to lyve in the flood, and in the fir the criket, 

The corlew by kynde of the eyr, moost clennest flessh of briddes, 

And bestes by gras and by greyn and by grene rootes, 

In menynge that alle men myghte the same 

Lyve thorugh leel bileve and love, as God witnesseth: 

Quodcumque pecieritis a patre in nomine meo c Et alibi, Non 

in solo pane vivit homo, set in omni verbo, quod procedit de ore Dei;' 

But I lokede what liflode it was that Pacience so preisede; 

And thanne was it a pece of the Paternoster  Fiat voluntas tua. 

"Have, Haukyn,' quod Pacience, "and et this whan the hungreth, 

Or whan thow clomsest for cold or clyngest for droughte; 

And shul nevere gyves thee greve ne gret lordes wrathe, 

Aison ne peyne  for pacientes vincunt. 

By so that thow be sobre of sighte and of tonge, 

In [ond]ynge and in handlynge and in alle thi fyve wittes, 

Darstow nevere care for corn ne lynnen cloth ne wollen, 

Ne for drynke, ne deeth drede, but deye as God liketh, 

Or thorugh hunger or thorugh hete  at his wille be it. 

For if thow lyvest after his loore, the shorter lif the bettre: 

Si quis amat Christum mundum non diligit istum. 

"For thorugh his breeth beestes woxen and abrood yeden: 

Dixit et facta sunt, 

Ergo thorugh his breeth mowen [bothe] men and beestes lyven, 

As Holy Writ witnesseth whan men seye hir graces: 

*Aperis tu manum tuam, et imples omne animal benediccione. 

"It is founden that fourty wynter folk lyvede withouten tulying, 

And out of the flynt sprong the flood that folk and beestes dronken; 

And in Elyes tyme hevene was yclosed, 

That no reyn ne roon  thus rede men in bokes, 

That manye wyntres men lyveden and no mete ne tulieden. 

"Sevene slepe, as seith the book, sevene hundred wynter, 

And lyveden withouten lifiode  and at the laste thei woken. 

And if men lyvede as mesure wolde, sholde nevere moore be defaute 

Amonges Cristene creatures, if Cristes wordes ben trewe. 

Ac unkyndenesse caristiam maketh amonges Cristen peple, 

And overplentee maketh pryde amonges poore and riche; 

Ac mesure is so muche worth it may noght be to deere; 

For the meschief and the meschaunce amonges men of Sodome 

Weex thorugh plentee of payn and of pure sleuthe: 

Ociositas et habundancia panis peccatum turpissimum nutrivit. 

For thei mesured noght hemself of that thei ete and dronke, 

Diden dedly synne that the devel liked, 

Vengeaunce fil upon hem for hir vile synnes; 

[So] thei sonken into helle, the citees echone. 

" Forthi mesure we us wel and make oure feith oure sheltrom; 

And thorugh feith cometh contricion, conscience woot wel, 

Which dryveth awey dedly synne and dooth it to be venial. 

And though a man myghte noght speke, contricion myghte hym save, 

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And brynge his soule to blisse, by so that feith bere witnesse 

That whiles he lyvede he bilevede in the loore of Holy Chirche. 

Ergo contricion, feith and conscience is kyndeliche Dowel, 

And surgiens for dedly synnes whan shrift of mouthe failleth. 

Ac shrift of mouth moore worthi is, if man be ynliche contrit, 

For shrift of mouthe sleeth synne be it never so dedly  

Per confessionem to a preest peccata occiduntur  

Ther contricion dooth but dryveth it doun into a venial synne, 

As David seith in the Sauter, et quorum tecta sunt peccata. 

Ac satisfaccion seketh out the roote, and bothe sleeth and voideth, 

And as it nevere [n]adde ybe, to noghte bryngeth dedly synne, 

That it nevere eft is sene ne soor, but semeth a wounde yheeled.' 

"Where wonyeth Charite?' quod Haukyn. "I wiste nevere in my lyve 

Man that with hym spak, as wide as I have passed.' 

"Ther parfit truthe and poore herte is, and pacience of tonge  

There is Chante the chief, chaumbrere for God hymselve.' 

"Wheither paciente poverte,' quod Haukyn, "be moore plesaunt to Oure Dright 

Than richesse rightfulliche wonne and resonably despended?' 

" Ye  quis est ilie?' quod Pacience, " quik  laudabimus eum ! 

Though men rede of richesse right to the worldes ende, 

I wiste nevere renk that riche was, that whan he rekene sholde, 

Whan he drogh to his deeth day, that he ne dredde hym soore, 

And that at the rekenyng in arrerage fel, rather than out of dette. 

Ther the poore dar plede, and preve by pure reson 

To have allowaunce of his lord; by the lawe he it cleymeth: 

Joye, that nevere joye hadde, of rightful jugge he asketh, 

And seith, ""Lo! briddes and beestes, that no blisse ne knoweth, 

And wilde wormes in wodes, thorugh wyntres thow hem grevest, 

And makest hem wel neigh meke and mylde fer defaute, 

And after thew sedet hem somer, that is hir soveyn joye, 

And blisse to alle that ben, bothe wilde and tame.' 

"Thanne may boggeris, as beestes, after boote waiten, 

That al hir lif han lyved in langour and in defaute. 

But God sente hem som tyme som manere joye 

Outher here or elliswhere, kynde wolde it nevere; 

For to wrotherhele was he wroght that nevere was joye shapen! 

"Aungeles that in helle now ben hadden joye som tyme, 

And Dives in deyntees lyvede and in douce vie; 

Right so reson sheweth that tho men that [riche were] 

And hir makes also lyvede hir lif in murthe. 

"Ac God is of a wonder wille, by that kynde wit sheweth, 

To yyve many men his mercymonye er he it have deserved. 

Right so fareth God by some riche: ruthe me it thynketh  

For thei han hir hire heer, and hevene, as it were, 

And greet likynge to lyve withouten labour of bodye, 

And whan he dyeth, ben disalowed, as David seith in the Sauter: 

Dormierunt et nichil invenerunt; et alibi, Velud sompnum surgencium, 

Domine, in civitate tua, et ad nichilum rediges 

Allas, that richesse shal reve and robbe mannes soule 

From the love of Oure Lord at his laste ende! 

" Hewen that han hir hire afore arn everemoore nedy; 

And selden deyeth he out of dette that dyneth er he deserve it 

And til he have doon his devoir and his dayes journee. 

For whan a werkman hath wroght, than may men se the sothe  

What he were worthi for his werk, and what he hath deserved, 

And noght to fonge bifore, for drede of disalowyng. 

"So I seye by yow riche  it semeth noght that ye shulle 

Have hevene in youre herebeyng and hevene therafter, 

Right as a servaunt taketh his salarie bifore, and siththe wolde clayme moore, 

As he that noon hadde, and hath hire at the laste. 

It may noght be, ye riche men, or Mathew on God lyeth: 

De deliciis ad delicias difficile est transire ! 

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"Ac if ye riche have ruthe, and rewarde wel the poore, 

And lyven as lawe techeth, doon leaute to hem alle, 

Crist of his curteisie shal conforte yow at the laste 

And rewarden alle double richesse that rewful hertes habbeth. 

And as an hyne that hadde his hire er he bigonne, 

And whan he hath doon his devoir wel, men dooth hym oother bountee  

Yyveth hym a cote above his covenaunt  right so Crist yyveth hevene 

Bothe to riche and to noght riche that rewfulliche libbeth; 

And alle that doon hir devoir wel han double hire for hir travaille  

Here forgifnesse of hir synnes, and hevene blisse after. 

"Ac it is but selde yseien, as by holy seintes bokes, 

That God rewarded double reste to any riche wye. 

For muche murthe is amonges riche, as in mete and clothyng, 

And muche murthe in May is amonges wilde beestes, 

And so forth while somer lasteth hir solace dureth. 

Ac beggeris aboute Midsomer bredlees thei soupe, 

And yet is wynter for hem worse, for weetshoed thei gauge, 

Afurst soore and afyngred, and foule yrebuked 

And arated of riche men, that ruthe is to here . . . 

Now, Lord, sende hem somer, and som maner joye, 

Hevene after hir hennes goyng, that here han swich defaute! 

For alle myghtestow have maad noon mener than oother, 

And yliche witty and wise, if thee wel hadde liked. 

And have ruthe on thise riche men that rewarde noght thi prisoners; 

Of the good that thow hem gyvest ingrati ben manye; 

Ac God, of thi goodnesse, gyve hem grace to amende. 

For may no derthe be hem deere, droghte ne weet, 

Ne neither hete ne hayll, have thei hir heele; 

Of that thei wilne and wolde wanteth hem noght here. 

"Ac poore peple, thi prisoners, Lord, in the put of meschief  

Conforte tho creatures that muche care suffren 

Thorugh derthe, thorugh droghte, alle hir dayes here, 

Wo in wynter tymes for wantynge of clothes, 

And in somer tyme selde soupen to the fulle; 

Conforte thi carefulle, Crist, in thi riche  

For how thow confortest alle creatures clerkes bereth witnesse: 

Convertimini ad me et salvi eritis. 

"Thus in genere of gentries Jesu Crist seide 

To robberis and to reveris, to riche and to poore, 

To hores, to harlotes, to alle maner peple, 

Thou taughtest hem in the Trinite to taken bapteme 

And be clene thorugh that cristnyng of alle kynnes synne, 

And if us fille thorugh folie to falle in synne after, 

Confession and knowlichynge and cravynge thi mercy 

Shulde amenden us as manye sithes as man wolde desire. 

Ac if the pouke wolde plede herayein, and punysshe us in conscience, 

We sholde take the acquitaunce as quyk and to the queed shewen it  

Pateat Per passionem Domini  

And putten of so the pouke, and preven us under borwe. 

Ac the parchemyn of this patente of poverte be moste, 

And of pure pacience and parfit bileve. 

Of pompe and of pride the parchemyn decourreth, 

And principalliche of alle peple; but thei be poore of herte. 

Ellis is al on ydel, al that evere we wr[ogh]ten  

Paternostres and penaunce and pilgrimage to Rome, 

But oure spences and spendynge sprynge of a trewe welle; 

Ellis is al oure labour lost  lo, how men writeth 

In fenestres at the freres!  if fals be the foundement. 

Forthi Cristene sholde be in commune riche, noon coveitous for hymselve. 

" For sevene synnes ther ben, that assaillen us evere; 

The fend folweth hem alle and fondeth hem to helpe, 

Ac with richesse tho ribaudes rathest men bigileth. 

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For ther that richesse regneth, reverences folweth, 

And that is plesaunt to pride, in poore and in riche. 

And the riche is reverenced by reson of his richesse 

Ther the poore is put bihynde, and paraventure kan moore 

Of wit and of wisdom, that fer awey is bettre 

Than richesse or reautee, and rather yherd in hevene. 

For the riche hath muche to rekene, and right softe walketh; 

The heighe wey to heveneward ofte richesse letteth  

Ita inpossibile diviti c 

Ther the poore preesseth bifore, with a pak at his rugge  

Opera enim illorum sequuntur illos  

Batauntliche, as beggeris doon, and boldeliche he craveth 

For his poverte and his pacience a perpetuel blisse: 

Beati pauperes: quoniam ipsorum est regnum celorum. 

"And pride in richesse regneth rather than in poverte: 

Or in the maister or in the man som mansion he haveth. 

Ac in poverte ther pacience is, Pride hath no mygte, 

Ne none of the sevene synnes sitten ne mowe ther longe, 

Ne have power in poverte, if pacience it folwe. 

For the poore is ay prest to plese the riche, 

And buxom at his biddyng for his broke loves; 

And buxomnesse and boost ben everemoore at werre, 

And either hateth oother in alle maner werkes. 

If Wrathe wrastle with the poore he hath the worse ende, 

For if thei bothe pleyne, the poore is but feble, 

And if he chide or chatre, hym cheveth the worse, 

For lowliche he loketh and lovelich is his speche 

That mete or money of othere men moot asken. 

"And if Glotonie greve poverte, he gadereth the lasse. 

For his rentes wol naught reche no riche metes to bigge; 

And though his glotonye be to good ale, he goth to cold beddyng, 

And his heved unheled, unesiliche ywrye  

For whan he streyneth hym to strecche, the strawe is his shetes. 

So for his Glotome and his greete Sleuthe he hath a grevous penaunce, 

That is welawo whan he waketh and wepeth for colde  

And som tyme for his synnes  so he is nevere murie 

Withoute mournynge amonge and meschief to bote. 

"And though Coveitise wolde cacche the poore, thei may noght come togideres 

And by the nekke, namely, hir noon may hente oother. 

For men knowen wel that Coveitise is of a kene wille, 

And hath hondes and armes of a long lengthe, 

And Poverte nys but a petit thyng, apereth noght to his navele  

And lovely layk was it nevere bitwene the longe and the shorte. 

And though Avarice wolde angre the poore, he hath but litel myghte, 

Fer Poverte hath but pokes to putten in hise goodes, 

Ther Avarice hath almaries and yrenbounden cofres. 

And wheither be lighter to breke? Lasse boost it maketh  

A beggeris baggethan an yrenbounde cofre ! 

" Lecherie loveth hym noght, for he yyveth but litel silver, 

Ne dooth hym noght dyne delicatly ne drynke wyn ofte. 

A straw for the stuwes! It stoode noght, I trowe, 

Hadde thei noon [haunt] but of poore men  hir houses stoode untyled! 

"And though Sleuthe suwe Poverte, and serve noght God to paie, 

Meschief is his maister, and maketh hym to thynke 

That God is his grettest help and no gorne ellis, 

And he his servaunt, as he seith, and of his sute bothe. 

And wheither he be or be noght, he bereth the signe of poverte, 

And in that secte Oure Saveour saved al mankynde. 

Forthi al poore that pacient is, may [asken and cleymen], 

After hir endynge here, heveneriche blisse. 

"Muche hardier may he asken, that here myghte have his wille 

In lond and in lordshipe and likynge of bodie, 

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And for Goddes love leveth al and lyveth as a beggere. 

And as a mayde for mannes love hire moder forsaketh, 

Hir fader and alle hire frendes, and folweth hir make  

Muche is that maide to love of [a man] that swich oon taketh, 

Moore than a maiden is that is maried thorugh brocage, 

As by assent of sondry parties and silver to boote, 

Moore for coveitise of good than kynde love of bothe  

So it fareth by ech a persone that possession forsaketh 

And put hym to be pacient, and poverte weddeth, 

The which is sib to God hymself, and so neigh is poverte.' 

"Have Godmy trouthe,' quod Haukyn, "l here ye preise faste poverte. 

What is poverte, Pacience,' quod he, "proprely to mene?' 

" Paupertas.' quod Pacience, " est odibile bonum  

Remocio curarum, possessio sine calumpnia, donum Dei, 

sanitatis mater, absque sollicitudine semita, sapiencie 

temperatrix, negocium sine dampno, incerta fortuna, 

absque sollicitudine felicitas.' 

"I kan noght construe al this,' quod Haukyn, "ye moste kenne me this on Englis 

" In Englissh,' quod Pacience, "it is wel hard, wel to expounen, 

Ac somdeel I shal seyen it, by so thow understonde. 

Poverte is the firste point that Pride moost hateth; 

Thanne is it good by good skile  al that agasteth pride. 

Right as contricion is confortable thyng, conseience woot wel, 

And a sorwe of hymself, and a solace to the soule, 

So poverte propreliche penaunce [is to the body 

And joye also to the soule], pure spiritual helthe, 

And contricion confort, and cura animarum: 

Ergo paupertas est odibile bonum. 

"Selde sit poverte the sothe to declare, 

Or as justice to jugge men enjoyned is no poore, 

Ne to be mair above men, ne mynystre under kynges; 

Selde is any poore yput to punysshen any peple; 

Remocio curarum. 

Ergo poverte and poore men parfournen the comaundement  

Nolite iudicare quemquam. 

"Selde is poore right riche but of rightful heritage: 

Wynneth he noght with wightes false ne with unseled mesures, 

Ne borweth of hise neighebores but that he may wel paie: 

Possessio sine calumpnia. 

"The ferthe is afortune that florissheth the soule 

With sobretee fram alle synne and also yit moore; 

It afaiteth the flessh fram folies ful manye  

A collateral confort, Cristes owene yifte: 

Donum Dei. 

"The fifte is moder of [myght and of mannes] hele, 

A frend in alle fondynges, [of foule yveles leche], 

And for the lewde evere yliche a lemman of alle clennesse: 

Sanitatis mater. 

"The sixte is a path of pees  ye, thorugh the paas of Aulton 

Poverte myghte passe withouten peril of robbyng! 

For ther that Poverte passeth pees folweth after, 

And ever the lasse that he [led]eth, the [light]er he is of herte  

Cantabit paupertas coram latrone viator  

And an hardy man of herte among an heep of theves; 

Forthi seith Seneca Paupertas est absque sollicitudine semita. 

"The seventhe is welle of wisedorn and fewe wordes sheweth, 

For lordes alloweth hym litel or listneth to his reson. 

He tempreth the tonge to trutheward, that no tresor coveiteth: 

Sapiencie temperatrix. 

"The eightethe is a lele labour and looth to take moore 

Than he may [sothly] deserve, in somer or in wynter, 

And if he chaffareth, he chargeth no losse mowe he charite wynne: 

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Negocium sine dampno. 

"The nynthe is swete to the soule, no sugre is swetter; 

For pacience is payn for poverte hymselve, 

And sobretee swete drynke and good leche in siknesse. 

Thus lered me a lered man for Oure Lordes love, Seint Austyn  

A blessed lif withouten bisynesse for body and for soule: 

Absque sollicitudine felicitas. 

Now God, that alle good gyveth, graunte his soule reste 

That thus first wroot to wissen men what Poverte was to mene!' 

"Allas,' quod Haukyn the Actif Man tho, "that after my cristendom 

I ne hadde be deed and dolven for Dowelis sake! 

So hard it is,' quod Haukyn, "to lyve and to do synne. 

Synne seweth us evere,' quod he, and sory gan wexe, 

And wepte water with hise eighen and weyled the tyme 

That evere he dide dede that deere God displesed  

Swouned and sobbed and siked ful ofte 

That evere he hadde lond or lordshipe, lasse other moore, 

Or maistrie over any man mo than of hymselve.. 

" I were noght worthi, woot God,' quod Haukyn, " to werien any clothes, 

Ne neither sherte ne shoon, save for shame one 

To covere my careyne', quod he, and cride mercy faste, 

And wepte and wailede  and therwith I awakede. 

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Ac after my wakynge it was wonder longe 

Er I koude kyndely knowe what was Dowel. 

And so my wit weex and wanyed til I a fool weere; 

And some lakked my lif  allowed it fewe  

And leten me for a lorel and looth to reverencen 

Lordes or ladies or any lif ellis  

As persons in pelure with pendaunts of silver; 

To sergeaunts ne to swiche seide noght ones, 

" God loke yow, lordes!'  ne loutede faire, 

That folk helden me a fool; and in that folie I raved, 

Til reson hadde ruthe on me and rokked me aslepe, 

Til I seigh, as it sorcerie were, a sotil thyng withalle  

Oon withouten tonge and teeth, tolde me whider I sholde 

And wherof I cam and of what kynde. I conjured hym at the laste, 

If he were Cristes creature for Cristes love me to tellen. 

" I am Cristes creature,' quod he, "and Cristene in many a place, 

In Cristes court yknowe wel, and of his kyn a party. 

Is neither Peter the Porter, ne Poul with the fauchon, 

That wole defende me the dore, dynge I never so late. 

At mydnyght, at mydday, my vois is so yknowe 

That ech a creature of his court welcometh me faire.' 

"What are ye called?' quod I, "in that court among Cristes peple?' 

"The whiles I quykne the cors,' quod he, "called am I Anima; 

And whan I wilne and wolde, Animus ich hatte; 

And for that I kan and knowe, called am I Mens; 

And whan I make mone to God, Memoria is my name; 

And whan I deme domes and do as truthe techeth, 

Thanne is Racio my righte name  ""reson'" on Englissh; 

And whan I feele that folk telleth, my firste name is Sensus  

And that is wit and wisdom, the welle of alle craftes; 

And whan I chalange or chalange noght, chepe or refuse, 

Thanne am I Conseience ycalled, Goddes clerk and his notarie; 

And whan I love leelly Oure Lord and alle othere, 

Thanne is ""lele Love'' my name, and in Latyn Amor; 

And whan I flee fro the flessh and forsake the careyne, 

Thanne am I spirit spechelees  and Spiritus thanne ich hatte. 

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Austyn and Ysodorus, either of hem bothe 

Nempnede me thus to name  now thow myght chese 

How thow coveitest to calle me, now thow knowest alle my names. 

Anima pro diversis accionibus diversa nomina sortitur: dum 

vivificat corpus, anima est; dum vult, animus est; dum scit, 

mens est; dum recolit, memoria est; dum iudicat, racio est; 

dum sentit, sensus est; dum amat, Amor est ; dum negat vel 

consentit, consciencia est; dum spirat, spiritus est.' 

"Ye ben as a bisshop,' quod I, al bourdynge that tyme, 

" For bisshopes yblessed, thei bereth manye names  

Presul and Pontifex and Metropolitanus, 

And othere names an heep, Episcopus and Pastor.' 

"That is sooth,' seide he, "now I se thi wille! 

Thow woldest knowe and konne the cause of alle hire names, 

And of myne, if thow myghtest, me thynketh by thi speche!' 

" Ye, sire,' I seide, "by so no man were greved, 

Alle the sciences under sonne and alle the sotile craftes 

I wolde I knewe and kouthe kyndely in myn herte!" 

"Thanne artow inparfit,' quod he, "and oon of Prides knyghtes! 

For swich a lust and likyng Lucifer fel from hevene: 

Ponam pedem meum in aquilone et similis ero Altissimo. 

"It were ayeins kynde,' quod he, "and alle kynnes reson 

That any creature sholde konne al, except Crist oone. 

Ayein swiche Salomon speketh, and despiseth hir wittes, 

And seith, Sicut qui mel comedit multum non est ei bonum, 

Sic qui scrutator est maiestatis opprimitur a gloria. 

"To Englisshe men this is to mene, that mowen speke and here, 

The man that muche hony eteth his mawe it engleymeth, 

And the moore that a man of good matere hereth, 

But he do therafter it dooth hym doubie scathe. 

"" Beatus est,' seith Seint Bernard, "" qui scripturas iegit 

Et verba vertit in opera fulliche to his power." 

Coveitise to konne and to knowe science 

Putte out of Paridis Adam and Eve: 

Sciencie appetitus hominem inmortalitatis gloriam spoliavit. 

"And right as hony is yvel to defie and engleymeth the mawe, 

Right so that thorugh reson wolde the roote knowe 

Of God and of hise grete myghtes  hise graces it letteth. 

For in the likynge lith a pride and licames coveitise 

Ayein Cristes counseil and alle clerkes techynge  

That is Non plus sapere quam oportet sapere. 

" Freres and fele othere maistres that to the lewed men prechen, 

Ye moeven materes unmesurable to tellen of the Trinite, 

That oftetymes the lewed peple of hir bileve doute. 

Bettre it were by many doctours to bileven swich techyng 

And tellen men of the ten comaundements, and touchen the sevene synnes, 

And of the braunches that burjoneth of hem and bryngen men to helle, 

And how that folk in folies mysspenden hir fyve wittes  

As wel freres as oother folk, foliliche spenden 

In housynge, in haterynge, in to heigh clergie shewynge 

Moore for pompe than for pure charite  the peple woot the sothe! 

That I lye noght, loo!  for lordes ye plesen, 

And reverencen the riche the rather for hir silver: 

Confundantur omnes qui adorant sculptilia. Et alibi, 

Ut quid diligitis vanitatem, et queritis mendacium? 

"Goeth to the glose of the vers, ye grete clerkes; 

If I lye on yow to my lewed wit, ledeth me to brennyng! 

For as it semeth ye forsaketh no mannes almesse  

Of usurers, of hoores, of varouse chapmen  

And louten to thise lordes that mowen lene yow nobles 

Aye in youre rule and religion  I take record at Jesus, 

That seide to hise disciples, "" Ne sitis acceptores personarum.'' 

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Of this matere I myghte make a long bible; 

Ac of curatours of Cristen peple, as clerkes bereth witnesse, 

I shal tellen it for truthes sake  take hede whoso liketh! 

"As holynesse and honeste out of Holy Chirche spredeth 

Thorugh lele libbynge men that Goddes lawe techen, 

Right so out of Holy Chirche alle yveles spredeth 

There inparfit preesthode is, prechours and techeris. 

And se it by ensaumple in somer tyme on trowes: 

Ther some bowes ben leved and some bereth none, 

Ther is a meschief in the more of swiche manere bowes. 

Right so persons and preestes and prechours of Holi Chirche 

Is the roote of the right feith to rule the peple; 

Ac ther the roote is roten, reson woot the sothe, 

Shal nevere fiour ne fruyt, ne fair leef be grene. 

"Forthi wolde ye lettrede leve the lecherie of clothyng, 

And be kynde as bifel for clerkes and curteise of Cristes goodes, 

Trewe of youre tonge and of youre tail bothe, 

And hatien to here harlotrie, and aught to underfonge 

Tithes of untrewe thyng ytilied or chaffared  

Lothe were lewed men but thei youre loore folwede 

And amenden hem that thei mysdoon, moore for youre ensaumples 

Than for to prechen and to preven it noght  ypocrisie it semeth! 

For ypocrisie in Latyn is likned to a dongehill 

That were bisnewed with snow, and snakes withinne, 

Or to a wal that were whitlymed and were foul withinne. 

Right so manye preestes, prechours and prelates  

Ye [b]en enblaunched with bele paroles and with clothes, 

Ac youre werkes and wordes therunder aren ful w[o]lveliche. 

Johannes Crisostomus of clerkes speketh and preestes: 

Sicut de templo omne bonum progreditur, sic de templo omne 

malum procedit. Si sacerdocium integrum fuerit, tota floret 

ecclesia; si autem corruptum fuerit, omnium fides marcida est. 

Si sacerdocium fuerit in peccatis, totus populus convertitur 

ad peccandum. Sicut cum videris arborem pallidam et marcidam 

intelligis quod vicium habet in radice, ita cum videris 

populum indisciplinatum et irreligiosum, sine dubio 

sacerdocium eius non est sanum. 

"If lewed men wiste what this Latyn meneth, 

And who was myn auctour, muche wonder me thinketh 

But if many preest beere, for hir baselardes and hir broches, 

A peire of bedes in hir hand and a book under hir arme. 

Sire Johan and Sire Geffrey hath a girdel of silver, 

A baselard or a ballokknyf with botons overgilte. 

Ac a porthors that sholde be his plow, Placebo to sigge, 

Hadde he nevere, [his] service to [h]ave, 

[And save he have] silver therto, seith it with ydel wille. 

"Allas, ye lewed men, muche lese ye on preestes! 

Ac thing that wikkedly is wonne, and with false sleightes, 

Wolde nevere the wit of witty God but wikkede men it hadde  

The whiche arn preestes inparfite and prechours after silver, 

Executours and sodenes, somonours and hir lemmannes. 

This that with gile was geten, ungraciousliche is spended. 

So harlotes and hores arn holpe with swiche goodes, 

Ac Goddes folk for defaute therof forfaren and spillen. 

"Curatours of Holy Kirke, and clerkes that ben avarouse, 

Lightliche that thei leven, losels it habbeth, 

Or deieth intestate, and thanne [entreth the bisshop] 

And maketh murthe therwith, and hise meyne both, 

And seyen, ""He was a nygard, that no good myghte aspare 

To frend ne to fremmed  the fend have his soule! 

For a wrecehede hous he held al his lif tyme, 

And that he spared and bispered, spende we in murthe!'' 

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"By lered, by lewed, that looth is to spende  

Thus goon hire goodes, be the goost faren. 

Ac for goode men, God woot, greet doel men maken, 

And bymeneth goode meteyyveres, and in mynde haveth 

In preieres and in penaunces and in parfit charite.' 

" What is charite?' quod I tho. "A childissh thyng,' he seide  

" Nisi efficiamini sicut parvuli, non intrabitis in regnum celorum  

Withouten fauntelte or folie a fre liberal wille.' 

"Where sholde men fynde swich a frend with so fre an herte? 

I have lyved in londe,' quod I, "my name is Longe Wille  

And fond I nevere ful charite, bifore ne bihynde. 

Men beth merciable to mendinaunts and to poore, 

And wollen lenc ther thei leve lelly to ben paied. 

Ac charite that Poul preiseth best and moost plesaunt to Oure Saveour  

As Non inflatur, non est ambiciosa, non querit que sua sunt  

I seigh nevere swich a man, so me God helpe, 

That he ne wolde aske after his, and outherwhile coveite 

Thyng that neded hym noght  and nyme it, if he myghte! 

"Clerkes kenne me that Crist is in alle places; 

Ac I seigh hym nevere soothly but as myself in a mirour: 

Hic in enigmate, tunc facie ad faciem. 

And so I trowe trewely, by that men telleth of charite, 

It is noght chaumpions fight, ne chaffare, as I trowe.' 

"Charite,' quod he, "ne chaffareth noght, ne chalangeth, ne craveth; 

As proud of a peny as of a pound of golde, 

And is as glad of a gowne of a gray russet 

As of a tunycle of Tarse of of trie scarlet. 

He is glad with alle glade and good til alle wikkede, 

And leneth and loveth alle that Oure Lord made. 

Corseth he no creature, ne he kan bere no wrathe, 

Ne no likynge hath to lye ne laughe men to scorne. 

Al that men seyn, he leet it sooth, and in solace taketh, 

And alle manere meschiefs in myldenesse he suffreth. 

Coveiteth he noon erthely good but heveneriche blisse.' 

"Hath he any rentes or richesse, or any riche frendes?' 

"Of rentes ne of richesse rekketh he nevere, 

For a frend that fyndeth hym, failed hym nevere at nede: 

Fiat voluntas tua fynt hym everemoore, 

And if he soupeth, eteth but a sop of Spera in Deo. 

He kan portreye wel the Paternoster and peynte it with Aves, 

And outherwhile he is woned to wenden on pilgrymages 

Ther poore men and prisons liggeth, hir pardon to have; 

Though he bere hem no breed, he bereth hem swetter liflode, 

Loveth hem as Oure Lord biddeth and loketh how thei fare. 

"And whan he is wery of that werk than wole he som tyme 

Labouren in a lavendrye wel the lengthe of a mile, 

And yerne into youthe, and yepeliche seche 

Pride, with al the appurtenaunces, and pakken hem togideres, 

And bouken hem at his brest and beten hern clene, 

And leggen on longe with Laboravi in gemitu meo, 

And with warm water at hise eighen wasshen hem after. 

Thanne he syngeth whan he doth so, and som tyme seith wepynge, 

Cor contritum et humiliatum, Deus, non despicies.' 

"By Crist! I wolde that I knewe hym,' quod I, "no creature levere!' 

"Withouten help of Piers Plowman,' quod he, "his persone sestow nevere.' 

"Wheither clerkes knowen hym,' quod I, "that kepen Holi Kirke?' 

"Clerkes have no knowyng,' quod he, "but by werkes and by wordes. 

Ac Piers the Plowman parceyveth moore depper 

What is the wille, and wherfore that many wight suffreth: 

Et vidit Deus cogitaciones eorum. 

For ther are ful proude herted men, pacient of tonge 

And buxome as of berynge to burgeises and to lordes, 

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And to poore peple han pepir in the nose, 

And as a lyoun he loketh ther men lakken hise werkes. 

" For ther are beggeris and bidderis, bedemen as it were, 

Loken as lambren and semen lifholy  

Ac it is moore to have hir mete on swich an esy manere 

Than for penaunce and parfitnesse, the poverte that swiche taketh. 

"Therfore by colour ne by clergie knowe shaltow hym nevere, 

Neither thorugh wordes ne werkes, but thorugh wil oone, 

And that knoweth no clerk ne creature on erthe 

But Piers the Plowman  Petrus, id est, Christus. 

For he nys noght in lolleris ne in londleperis heremytes, 

Ne at ancres there a box hangeth  alle swiche thei faiten. 

Fy on faitours and infautores suos! 

For Charite is Goddes champion, and as a good child hende, 

And the murieste of mouth at mete where he sitteth. 

The love that lith in his herte maketh hym light of speche, 

And is compaignable and confortatif, as Crist bit hymselve: 

Nolite fieri sicut ypocrite tristes 

For I have seyen hym in silk and som tyme in russet, 

Bothe in grey, and in grys, and in gilt harneis  

And as gladliche he it gaf to gomes that it neded. 

"Edmund and Edward, either were kynges 

And seintes yset  [s]til[le] charite hem folwede. 

"I have yseyen charite also syngen and reden, 

Riden, and rennen in raggede wedes; 

Ac biddynge as beggeris biheld I hym nevere. 

Ac in riche robes rathest he walketh, 

Ycalled and ycrymyled and his crowne yshave. 

And in a freres frokke he was yfounden ones  

Ac it is fern ago, in Seint Fraunceis tyme; 

In that secte siththe to selde hath he ben knowen. 

"Riche men he recomendeth, and of hir robes taketh 

That withouten wiles ledeth hir lyves: 

Beatus est dives qui, 

"In kynges court he cometh ofte, ther the counseil is trewe; 

Ac if coveitise be of the counseil he wol noght come therinne. 

In court amonges japeris he cometh but selde, 

For braulynge and bakbitynge and berynge of fals witnesse. 

"In the consistorie bifore the commissarie he corneth noght ful ofte, 

For hir lawe dureth overlonge but if thei lacchen silver, 

And matrimoyne for moneie maken and unmaken, 

And that conseience and Crist hath yknyt faste, 

Thei undoon it un[digne]ly, tho doctours of lawe. 

"Amonges erchebisshopes and other bisshopes and prelates of Holy Chirche, 

For to wonye with hem his wone was som tyme, 

And Cristes patrimonye to the poore parcelmele dele. 

Ac avarice hath the keyes now and kepeth for his kynnesmen 

And for his seketoures and his servaunts, and som for hir children. 

"Ac I ne lakke no lif, but, Lord, amende us alle. 

And gyve us grace, goode God, charite to folwe! 

For whoso myghte meete with hym, swiche maneres hym eileth  

Neither he blameth ne banneth, bosteth ne preiseth, 

Lakketh, ne loseth, ne loketh up sterne, 

Craveth, ne coveiteth, ne crieth after moore: 

In pace in idipsum dormiam 

The mooste liflode that he lyveth by is love in Goddes passion; 

Neither he biddeth, ne beggeth, ne borweth to yelde; 

Misdooth he no man, ne with his mouth greveth. 

"Amonges Cristene men this myldenesse sholde laste, 

In alle manere angres have this at herte  

That theigh thei suffrede al this, God suffrede for us moore 

In ensample we sholde do so, and take no vengeaunce 

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Of oure foes that dooth us falsnesse  that is oure fadres wille. 

For wel may every man wite, if God hadde wold hymselve, 

Sholde nevere Judas ne Jew have Jesu doon on roode, 

Ne han martired Peter ne Poul, ne in prison holden. 

Ac he suffre in ensample that we sholde suffren also, 

And seide to swiche that suffre wolde that Pacientes vincunt. 

" Verbi gratia,' quod he  and verred ensamples manye. 

"In Legenda Sanctorum, the lif of holy seintes, 

What penaunce and poverte and passion thei suffrede  

In hunger, in hete, in alle manere angres. 

"Antony and Egidie and othere holy fadres 

Woneden in wildernesse among wilde beestes; 

Monkes and mendinaunts. men by hemselve 

In spekes and in spelonkes, selde speken togideres. 

Ac neither Antony ne Egidie ne heremyte that tyme 

Of leons ne of leopardes no liflode ne toke, 

But of foweles that fleeth  thus fyndeth men in bokes  

Except that Egidie after an hynde cride, 

And thorugh the mylk of that mylde beest the man was sustened; 

And day bi day hadde he hire noght his hunger for to slake, 

But selden and sondry tymes, as seith the book and techeth. 

Antony adayes aboute noon tyme 

Hadde a brid that broughte hym breed that he by lyvede; 

And though the gome hadde a gest, God fond hem bothe. 

"Poul primus heremita hadde parroked hymselve, 

That no man myghte hym se for mosse and for leves. 

Foweles hym fedde fele wyntres with alle 

Til he foundede freres of Austynes ordre. 

Poul, after his prechyng, paniers he made, 

And wan with hise hondes that his wornbe neded. 

Peter fisshed for his foode, and his felawe Andrew: 

Som thei solde and som thei soden, and so thei lyved bothe. 

And also Marie Maudeleyne by mores lyvede and dewes, 

Ac moost thorugh devocion and mynde of God Almyghty. 

I sholde noght thise seven daies siggen hem alle 

That lyveden thus for Oure Lordes love many longe yeres. 

"Ac ther ne was leoun ne leopard that on laundes wenten, 

Neither bere, ne boor, ne oother beest wilde 

That ne fil to hir feet and fawned with the tailles; 

And if thei kouthe han ycarped, by Crist, as I trowe, 

Thei wolde have yfed that folk bifore wilde foweles. 

For al the curteisie that beestes konne, thei kidde that folk ofte, 

In likkyng and in lowynge, there thei on laundes yede. 

Ac God sente hem foode by foweles, and by no fierse beestes, 

In menynge that meke thyng mylde thyng sholde fede. 

As who seith religious rightfulle men sholde fynde, 

And lawefulle men to lifholy rnen liflode brynge; 

And thanne wolde lordes and ladies be looth to agulte, 

And to taken of hir tenaunts more than trouthe wolde, 

Founde thei that freres wolde forsake hir almesses, 

And bidden hem bere it there it was yborwed. 

For we ben Goddes foles and abiden alwey, 

Til briddes brynge us that we sholde [by lyve]. 

For hadde ye potage and payn ynogh, and peny ale to drynke, 

And a mees thermyd of o maner kynde, 

Ye hadde right ynogh ye religiouse  and so youre rule me tolde. 

Numquid, dicit Job rugiet onager cum habuerit herbam ? 

Aut mugiet bos cum ante plenum presepe steterit ? Brutorum 

animalium natura te condempnat, quia cum eis pabulum commune 

sufficiat; ex adipe prodiit iniquitas tua. 

"If lewed men knewe this Latyn, thei wolde loke whom thei yeve, 

And avisen hem bifore a fyve dayes or sixe 

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Er thei amortisede [moore] to monkes or chanons hir rentes. 

Allas! lordes and ladies, lewed counseil have ye 

To yyve from youre heires that youre aiels you lefte, 

And yyveth to bidde for yow to swiche that ben riche, 

And ben founded and feffed ek to bidde for othere! 

"Who parfourneth this prophecie, of the peple that now libbeth  

Dispersit, dedit pauperibus ? 

If any peple parfourne that tent, it are thise poore freres: 

For that thei beggen aboute, in buyldynge thei spende, 

And on hemself som, and swiche as ben hir laborers; 

And of hem that habbeth thei taken, and yyveth hem that ne habbeth! 

"Ac clerkes and knyghtes, and communers that ben riche, 

Fele of yow fareth as if I a forest hadde 

That were ful of faire trees, and I fondede and caste 

How I myghte mo therinne amonges hem sette. 

Right so ye riche  ye robeth that ben riche, 

And helpeth hem that helpeth yow, and yyveth ther no nede is; 

As whoso filled a tonne ful of a fressh ryver, 

And wente forth with that water to woke with Themese. 

Right so ye riche, ye robeth and fedeth 

Hem that han as ye han  hem ye make at ese. 

"Ac religiouse that riche ben sholde rather feeste beggeris 

Than burgeises that riche ben, as the book techeth: 

Quia sacrilegium est res pauperum non pauperibus dare. 

Item: peccatoribus dare est demonibus immolare. 

Item: monache, si indiges et accipis, pocius das quam accipis; 

Si autem non eges et accipis, rapis. 

Porro non indiget monachus, si habeat quod nature sufficit. 

" Forthi I counseille alle Cristene to conformen hem to charite  

For charite withouten chalangynge unchargeth the soule, 

And many a prison fram purgatorie thorugh hise preieres he delivereth. 

Ac ther is a defaute in the folk that the feith kepeth, 

Wherfore folk is the febler, and noght ferm of bileve. 

As in lussheburwes is a luther alay, and yet loketh he lik a sterlyng: 

The merk of that monee is good, ac the metal is feble. 

And so it fareth by som folk now: thci han a fair speche, 

Crowne and Cristendom, the kynges mark of hevene, 

Ac the metal, that is mannes soule, with [many] synne is foule[d]. 

Bothe lettred and lewed beth alayed now with synne, 

That no lif loveth oother, ne Oure Lord, as it semeth. 

For what thorugh werre and wikkede werkes and wederes unresonable, 

Wederwise shipmen and witty clerkes also 

Have no bileve to the lifte, ne to the loore of philosophres. 

"Astronomiens alday in hir art faillen 

That whilom warned bifore what sholde falle after; 

Shipmen and shepherdes, that with ship and sheep wenten, 

Wisten by the walkne what sholde bitide, 

Tilieris that tiled the erthe tolden hir maistres 

By the seed that thei sewe whit thei selle myghte, 

And what to leve and to lyve by, the lond was so trewe; 

Now failleth the folk of the flood and of the lond bothe  

Shepherdes and shipmen, and so do thise tilieris: 

Neither thei konneth ne knoweth oon cours bifore another. 

"Astronomyens also aren at hir wittes ende: 

Of that was calculed of the clem[a]t, the contrarie thei fynde. 

Grammer, the ground of al, bigileth now children: 

For is noon of thise newe clerkes  whoso nymeth hede  

That kan versifye faire ne formaliche enditen, 

Ne naught oon among an hundred that an auctour kan construwe, 

Ne rede a lettre in any langage but in Latyn or in Englissh. 

"Go now to any degree, and but if gile be maister, 

And flaterere his felawe [to fourmen under hym], 

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Muche wonder me thynketh amonges us alle! 

Doctours of decrees and of divinite maistres, 

That sholde konne and knowe alle kynnes clergie, 

And answere to arguments and also to a quodlibet  

I dar noght siggen it for shame  if swiche were apposed, 

Thei sholde faillen of hir Philosophie, and in Phisik bothe. 

"Wherfore I am afered of folk of Holy Kirke, 

Lest thei overhuppen, as oothere doon, in Office and in Houres. 

Ac if thei overhuppe  as I hope noght  oure bileve suffiseth; 

As clerkes in Corpus Christi feeste syngen and reden 

That sola fides sufficit to save with lewed peple  

And so may Sarsens be saved, scribes and Jewes. 

"Allas thanne! but oure looresmen lyve as thei leren us, 

And for hir lyvynge that lewed men be the lother God agulten. 

For Sarsens han somwhat semynge to oure bileve, 

For thei love and bileve in o [Lede] almyghty, 

And we, lered and lewed, [bileveth in oon God]  

Cristene and uncristene on oon [creatour] bileveth. 

Ac oon Makometh, a man, in mysbileve 

Broughte Sarsens of Surree  and see in what manere. 

"This Makometh was a Cristene man and for he moste noght ben a pope, 

Into Surrie he soughte. and thorugh hise sotile wittes 

Daunted a dowve, and day and nyght hire fedde. 

The corn that she croppede, he caste it in his ere; 

And if he among the peple preched, or in places come, 

Thanne wolde the colvere come to the clerkes ere 

Menynge as after mete  thus Makometh hire enchauntede, 

And dide folk thanne falle on knees, for he swoor in his prechyng 

That the colvere that com so com from God of hevene 

As messager to Makometh, men for to teche. 

And thus thorugh wiles of his wit and a whit dowve 

Makometh in mysbileve men and wommen broughte, 

That lered there and lewed yit leeven on hise lawes. 

"And siththe Oure Saveour suffred the Sarsens so bigiled 

Thorugh a Cristene clerk acorsed in his soule  

Ac for drede of the deeth I dar noght telle truthe, 

How Englisshe clerkes a colvere fede that Coveitise highte, 

And ben manered after Makometh, that no man useth trouthe. 

"Ancres and heremytes, and monkes and freres 

Peeren to Apostles thorugh hire parfit lyvynge. 

Wolde nevere the feithful Fader that hise ministres sholde 

Of tiraunts that teneth trewe men taken any almesse, 

But doon as Antony dide, Dominyk and Fraunceys, 

Beneit and Bernard [bo]the, whiche hem first taughte 

To lyve by litel and in lowe houses by lele mennes almesse. 

Grace sholde growe and be grene thorugh hir goode lyvynge, 

And folkes sholden fynde, that ben in diverse siknesse, 

The bettre for hir biddynges in body and in soule. 

Hir preieres and hir penaunces to pees sholde brynge 

Alle that ben at debaat, and bedemen were trewe: 

Petite et accipietis 

" Salt saveth catel,' siggen thise wyves ; 

Vos estis sal terre 

The hevedes of Holy Chirche  and thei holy were  

Crist calleth hem salt for Cristene soules, 

Et si sal evanuerit, in quo salietur ? 

Ac fressh flessh outher fissh, whan it salt failleth, 

It is unsavory, for sothe, ysoden or ybake; 

So is mannes soule, soothly, that seeth no good ensample 

Of hem of Holi Chirche that the heighe wey sholde teche 

And be gide, and go bifore as a good banyer, 

And hardie hem that bihynde ben, and yyve hem good evidence. 

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" Ellevene holy men al the world tornede 

Into lele bileve; the lightloker, me thynketh. 

Sholde alle maner men, we han so manye maistres

Preestes and prechours, and a pope above, 

That Goddes salt sholde be, to save mannes soule. 

"Al was hethynesse som tyme Engelond and Walis, 

Til Gregory garte clerkes to go here and preche. 

Austyn [cristnede the kyng at Caunterbury], 

And thorugh miracles, as men mow rede, al that marche he tornede 

To Crist and to Cristendom, and cros to honoure, 

And follede folk faste, and the feith taughte 

Moore thorugh miracles than thorugh muche prechyng, 

As wel thorugh hise werkes as with hise holy wordes, 

And [fourmed] what fullynge and feith was to mene. 

"Clooth that cometh fro the wevyng is noght comly to were 

Til it be fulled under foot or in fullyng stokkes, 

Wasshen wel with water and with taseles cracched, 

Ytouked and yteynted and under taillours hande; 

And so it fareth by a barn that born is of wombe: 

Til it be cristned in Cristes name and confermed of the bisshop, 

It is hethene as to heveneward, and helplees to the soule. 

" Hethen' is to mene after heeth and untiled erthe  

As In wilde wildernesse wexeth wilde beess, 

Rude and unresonable, rennynge withouten keperes. 

"Ye mynnen wel how Mathew seith, how a man made a feste: 

He fedde hem with no venyson, ne fesaunts ybake, 

But with foweles that fram hym nolde, but folwede his whistlyng: 

Ecce altilia mea et omnia parata sunt  

And with calves flessh he fedde the folk that he lovede. 

"The calf bitokneth clennesse in hem that kepeth lawes; 

For as the cow thorugh kynde mylk the calf norisseth til an oxe, 

So love and leaute lele men susteneth; 

And maidenes and mylde men mercy desiren 

Right as the cowcalf coveiteth swete melk  

So [muche] don rightfulle men mercy and truthe. 

And by the hondfedde foweles his folk understonde 

That looth ben to lovye withouten lernynge of ensaumples. 

Right as capons in a court cometh to mennes whistlynge  

In menynge after mete folweth men that whistlen  

Right so rude men that litel reson konneth 

Loven and bileven by lettred mennes doynges, 

And by hire wordes and werkes wenen and trowen: 

And as tho foweles to fynde foode after whistlynge, 

So hope thei to have hevene thorugh hir [wiss]ynge. 

And the man that made the feste the mageste bymeneth  

That is God, of his grace gyveth alle men blisse. 

With wederes and with wondres he warneth us with a whistlere 

Where that his wil is, to worshipen us alle, 

And feden us and festen us for everemoore at oones. 

"Ac who beth that excuseth hem that arn persons and preestes 

(That hevedes of Holy Chirche ben) that han hir wil here 

Withouten travaille the tithe deel that trewe men biswynken  

Thei wol be wrooth for I write thusac to witnesse I take 

Bothe Mathew and Mark and Memento Domine David: 

Ecce audivimus e[a]m in Effrata 

What pope or prelate now parfourneth that Crist highte

Ite in universum mundum et predicate 

"Allas, that men so longe on Makometh sholde bileve! 

So manye prelates to preche as the Pope maketh