Thus endeth the ffourthe and laste parte of this treatise called the Image of Ypocresy.The grudge of ypocrites conceyved ageynst the auctor of this treatise.These be as knappishe knackesAs ever man made,For javells and for iackes,A jymiam for a iade.Well were we, yf we wistWhat a wight he wereThat starred vpp this myst,To do vs all this dere:Oh, yf we could attayne hym,He mighte be fast and sureWe should not spare to payne hym,While we mighte indure!The awnswer of the auctor.Ego sum qui sum,My name may not be told;But where ye go or come,Ye may not be to bold:For I am, is, and was,And ever truste to be,Neyther more nor lasThen asketh charite.This longe tale to tellHathe made me almost horse:I trowe and knowe right wellThat God is full of force,And able make the domeAnd defe men heare and speake,And stronge men overcomeBy feble men and weke:So thus I say my name is;Ye geit no more of me,Because I wilbe blameles,And live in charite.Thuse endith this boke called the Image of Ypocresye.
Thus endeth the ffourthe and laste parte of this treatise called the Image of Ypocresy.The grudge of ypocrites conceyved ageynst the auctor of this treatise.These be as knappishe knackesAs ever man made,For javells and for iackes,A jymiam for a iade.Well were we, yf we wistWhat a wight he wereThat starred vpp this myst,To do vs all this dere:Oh, yf we could attayne hym,He mighte be fast and sureWe should not spare to payne hym,While we mighte indure!The awnswer of the auctor.Ego sum qui sum,My name may not be told;But where ye go or come,Ye may not be to bold:For I am, is, and was,And ever truste to be,Neyther more nor lasThen asketh charite.This longe tale to tellHathe made me almost horse:I trowe and knowe right wellThat God is full of force,And able make the domeAnd defe men heare and speake,And stronge men overcomeBy feble men and weke:So thus I say my name is;Ye geit no more of me,Because I wilbe blameles,And live in charite.Thuse endith this boke called the Image of Ypocresye.
Thus endeth the ffourthe and laste parte of this treatise called the Image of Ypocresy.
Thus endeth the ffourthe and laste parte of this treatise called the Image of Ypocresy.
The grudge of ypocrites conceyved ageynst the auctor of this treatise.
The grudge of ypocrites conceyved ageynst the auctor of this treatise.
These be as knappishe knackesAs ever man made,For javells and for iackes,A jymiam for a iade.
These be as knappishe knackes
As ever man made,
For javells and for iackes,
A jymiam for a iade.
Well were we, yf we wistWhat a wight he wereThat starred vpp this myst,To do vs all this dere:
Well were we, yf we wist
What a wight he were
That starred vpp this myst,
To do vs all this dere:
Oh, yf we could attayne hym,He mighte be fast and sureWe should not spare to payne hym,While we mighte indure!
Oh, yf we could attayne hym,
He mighte be fast and sure
We should not spare to payne hym,
While we mighte indure!
The awnswer of the auctor.
The awnswer of the auctor.
Ego sum qui sum,My name may not be told;But where ye go or come,Ye may not be to bold:
Ego sum qui sum,
My name may not be told;
But where ye go or come,
Ye may not be to bold:
For I am, is, and was,And ever truste to be,Neyther more nor lasThen asketh charite.
For I am, is, and was,
And ever truste to be,
Neyther more nor las
Then asketh charite.
This longe tale to tellHathe made me almost horse:I trowe and knowe right wellThat God is full of force,
This longe tale to tell
Hathe made me almost horse:
I trowe and knowe right well
That God is full of force,
And able make the domeAnd defe men heare and speake,And stronge men overcomeBy feble men and weke:
And able make the dome
And defe men heare and speake,
And stronge men overcome
By feble men and weke:
So thus I say my name is;Ye geit no more of me,Because I wilbe blameles,And live in charite.
So thus I say my name is;
Ye geit no more of me,
Because I wilbe blameles,
And live in charite.
Thuse endith this boke called the Image of Ypocresye.
Thuse endith this boke called the Image of Ypocresye.