O man that hast thy trust and confydenceFyxed on these frayle fantasyes mundayneRemember at the ende there is no differenceBytwene that man that lyued hath in payneAnd hym that hath in welth and ioy souerayneThey both must dye their payne is of one sortBoth ryche and pore, no man can deth refrayneFor dethes dart expellyth all confortSay where is Adam the fyrst progenytourOf all mankynde is he nat dede and goneAnd where is Abell of innocence the flourWith adamys other sonnes euerychoneA: dredfull deth of them hath left nat oneWhere is Mathusalem, and Tuball that was playneThe first that played on Harpe or on OrgoneIlz sont tous mortz ce monde est choce vayneWhere is iust Noy and his ofsprynge becomeWhere is Abraham and all his progenyAs Isaac and Jacob, no strength nor wysdomeCoude them ensure to lyue contynuallyWhere is kynge Dauyd whome god dyd magnyfyAnd Salomon his son of wysdome souerayneWhere ar his sonnes of wysdome and beautyIlz sont toutz mortz ce monde est choce vayne.Where ar the prynces and kynges of BabylonAnd also of Jude and kynges of IsraellWhere is the myghty and valiant SampsonHe had no place in this lyfe ay to dwellWhere ar the Prynces myghty and cruellThat rayned before Christ delyuered vs from payneAnd from the Dongeons of darke and ferefull hellIlz sont toutz mortz ce monde est choce vayne.Of worldly worsyp no man can hym assureIn this our age whiche is the last of allNo creature can here alway endureYonge nor olde, pore man nor kynge royallUnstable fortune tourneth as doth a ballAnd they that ones pas can nat retourne agayneWherfore I boldly dare speke in generallWe all shall dye:ce monde est choce vayne.Ryches nor wysdome can none therfro defendeNe in his strength no man can hym assureSay where is Tully is he nat come to endeSeneke the sage with Cato and ArtureThe hye Arystotyll of godly wyt and pureThe glorious Godfray, and myghty CharlemayneThoughe of theyr lyfe they thought that they were sureYet ar they all dede:ce monde est choce vayne.Where ar the Phylosophers and Poetis lawreatThe great Grammaryens and pleasant oratours.Ar they nat dede after the same fourme and rateAs ar all these other myghty conqueroursWhere ar theyr Royalmes theyr ryches and treasoursLeft to theyr heyres: and they be gone certayneAnd here haue left theyr riches and honoursSo haue they proued that this worlde is but vayne.So I conclude bycause of breuyteThat if one sought the worlde large and wydeTherin sholde be founde no maner of dereThat can alway in one case suerly bydeStrength, honour, riches cunnynge and beautyeAll these decay, dayly: thoughe we complayneOmnia fert etas, both helth and iolyteWe all shall dye:ce monde est choce vayne.
O man that hast thy trust and confydenceFyxed on these frayle fantasyes mundayneRemember at the ende there is no differenceBytwene that man that lyued hath in payneAnd hym that hath in welth and ioy souerayneThey both must dye their payne is of one sortBoth ryche and pore, no man can deth refrayneFor dethes dart expellyth all confort
O man that hast thy trust and confydence
Fyxed on these frayle fantasyes mundayne
Remember at the ende there is no difference
Bytwene that man that lyued hath in payne
And hym that hath in welth and ioy souerayne
They both must dye their payne is of one sort
Both ryche and pore, no man can deth refrayne
For dethes dart expellyth all confort
Say where is Adam the fyrst progenytourOf all mankynde is he nat dede and goneAnd where is Abell of innocence the flourWith adamys other sonnes euerychoneA: dredfull deth of them hath left nat oneWhere is Mathusalem, and Tuball that was playneThe first that played on Harpe or on OrgoneIlz sont tous mortz ce monde est choce vayne
Say where is Adam the fyrst progenytour
Of all mankynde is he nat dede and gone
And where is Abell of innocence the flour
With adamys other sonnes euerychone
A: dredfull deth of them hath left nat one
Where is Mathusalem, and Tuball that was playne
The first that played on Harpe or on Orgone
Ilz sont tous mortz ce monde est choce vayne
Where is iust Noy and his ofsprynge becomeWhere is Abraham and all his progenyAs Isaac and Jacob, no strength nor wysdomeCoude them ensure to lyue contynuallyWhere is kynge Dauyd whome god dyd magnyfyAnd Salomon his son of wysdome souerayneWhere ar his sonnes of wysdome and beautyIlz sont toutz mortz ce monde est choce vayne.
Where is iust Noy and his ofsprynge become
Where is Abraham and all his progeny
As Isaac and Jacob, no strength nor wysdome
Coude them ensure to lyue contynually
Where is kynge Dauyd whome god dyd magnyfy
And Salomon his son of wysdome souerayne
Where ar his sonnes of wysdome and beauty
Ilz sont toutz mortz ce monde est choce vayne.
Where ar the prynces and kynges of BabylonAnd also of Jude and kynges of IsraellWhere is the myghty and valiant SampsonHe had no place in this lyfe ay to dwellWhere ar the Prynces myghty and cruellThat rayned before Christ delyuered vs from payneAnd from the Dongeons of darke and ferefull hellIlz sont toutz mortz ce monde est choce vayne.
Where ar the prynces and kynges of Babylon
And also of Jude and kynges of Israell
Where is the myghty and valiant Sampson
He had no place in this lyfe ay to dwell
Where ar the Prynces myghty and cruell
That rayned before Christ delyuered vs from payne
And from the Dongeons of darke and ferefull hell
Ilz sont toutz mortz ce monde est choce vayne.
Of worldly worsyp no man can hym assureIn this our age whiche is the last of allNo creature can here alway endureYonge nor olde, pore man nor kynge royallUnstable fortune tourneth as doth a ballAnd they that ones pas can nat retourne agayneWherfore I boldly dare speke in generallWe all shall dye:ce monde est choce vayne.
Of worldly worsyp no man can hym assure
In this our age whiche is the last of all
No creature can here alway endure
Yonge nor olde, pore man nor kynge royall
Unstable fortune tourneth as doth a ball
And they that ones pas can nat retourne agayne
Wherfore I boldly dare speke in generall
We all shall dye:ce monde est choce vayne.
Ryches nor wysdome can none therfro defendeNe in his strength no man can hym assureSay where is Tully is he nat come to endeSeneke the sage with Cato and ArtureThe hye Arystotyll of godly wyt and pureThe glorious Godfray, and myghty CharlemayneThoughe of theyr lyfe they thought that they were sureYet ar they all dede:ce monde est choce vayne.
Ryches nor wysdome can none therfro defende
Ne in his strength no man can hym assure
Say where is Tully is he nat come to ende
Seneke the sage with Cato and Arture
The hye Arystotyll of godly wyt and pure
The glorious Godfray, and myghty Charlemayne
Thoughe of theyr lyfe they thought that they were sure
Yet ar they all dede:ce monde est choce vayne.
Where ar the Phylosophers and Poetis lawreatThe great Grammaryens and pleasant oratours.Ar they nat dede after the same fourme and rateAs ar all these other myghty conqueroursWhere ar theyr Royalmes theyr ryches and treasoursLeft to theyr heyres: and they be gone certayneAnd here haue left theyr riches and honoursSo haue they proued that this worlde is but vayne.
Where ar the Phylosophers and Poetis lawreat
The great Grammaryens and pleasant oratours.
Ar they nat dede after the same fourme and rate
As ar all these other myghty conquerours
Where ar theyr Royalmes theyr ryches and treasours
Left to theyr heyres: and they be gone certayne
And here haue left theyr riches and honours
So haue they proued that this worlde is but vayne.
So I conclude bycause of breuyteThat if one sought the worlde large and wydeTherin sholde be founde no maner of dereThat can alway in one case suerly bydeStrength, honour, riches cunnynge and beautyeAll these decay, dayly: thoughe we complayneOmnia fert etas, both helth and iolyteWe all shall dye:ce monde est choce vayne.
So I conclude bycause of breuyte
That if one sought the worlde large and wyde
Therin sholde be founde no maner of dere
That can alway in one case suerly byde
Strength, honour, riches cunnynge and beautye
All these decay, dayly: thoughe we complayne
Omnia fert etas, both helth and iolyte
We all shall dye:ce monde est choce vayne.
Of the crayfish he still shall backward ride.That man that lokyth for to haue a rewardeWhiche he hath nat deseruyd to obtayneAnd lenyth his body vpon a rede forwardeWhiche for waykenes may hym nat well sustayneForsoth this fole may longe so loke in vayneAnd on the Crauys he styll shall bacwarde rydeCryenge with the doue, whose flyght shall hym ay gyde
That man that lokyth for to haue a rewardeWhiche he hath nat deseruyd to obtayneAnd lenyth his body vpon a rede forwardeWhiche for waykenes may hym nat well sustayneForsoth this fole may longe so loke in vayneAnd on the Crauys he styll shall bacwarde rydeCryenge with the doue, whose flyght shall hym ay gyde
It is vnlawfull, man to be dilygentOr serchynge goddes workes to set his thoughtHowe he hath made the heuen and fyrmamentThe erth the see and euery thynge of noughtYet of some Folys the cause hereof is sought,Whiche labour also with curyosyteTo knowe the begynnynge of his dyuynyteThese folys forgettynge their owne fragilyteWolde loke to knowe the ende of euery thyngeBoldly disputynge in goddys pryueteAnd what rewarde is ordeynyd for men lyuyngeOf many folys this is the moste musyngeWhiche labour dayly with besy cure and payne.To knowe what god doth discerne and or ordayneTherfore in this part I shall dispyse and blameUnchrafty folys whiche scantly haue ouer seneOught of scripture, if they knowe the bokes nameOr els a whyle hath at the Scoles beneThan bende they the browys and stedfastly they weneIn theyr conceyt that they ar passynge wyseFor all scripture newe commentis to deuyseThey frowardly the sentence do transposeAnd that whiche is wryten, both playne and holelyBy theyr corruptynge and vnlawfull gloseOft tyme they brynge to damnable heresyFalsly expoundynge after theyr fantasyThey labour to transpose and turne the right senceThoughe the wordes stryue and make great resystenceHere what these folys with theyr audacyteDare besely say by theyr fals errour blyndePresumynge on goddes secrete and pryueteHere what lewde wordes they cast out in the wyndeThey say what man can chaunge or turne his myndeTo lyue after any other fourme and rateBut lyke as he is therto predestynateThey say: if god that rayneth ouerallHath any ordeyned that in this worlde isTo come to the place and rowme celestyallFor to be partyner of euerlastynge blysOrdeyned for suche as here doth nat amysNo man can chaunge, not other thynge mundayneThat thynge whiche god by his myght doth ordayneBut if that god prefyxed hath beforeAny creature vnto infernall payneIn derknes to be damnyd for euer moreNo erthly thynge may that sentence call agayneNor hym delyuer: o fole thou mayst complayneFor this thy foly and also it repentThynkest thou nat god alway omnypotentIs god nat rightwyse and grounde of all iustyceRewardynge man after his gouernaunceHe that hath here nat lyen in synne and vyceHauynge in goddys seruyce his pleasaunceShall of his lorde be had in remembraunceAnd of rewarde worthely be sureWhere it is worthy that synners payne endureTrust well who seruyth his maker stedfastlyWith pure herte kepynge sure his commaundementAnd lawes shall be rewardyd fynallyWith heuenly ioy and scape all punysshementTherfore thou fole leue of this lewde intentLyue vertuously and trust in goddes graceThan yll desteny in the shall haue no placeVnto great ioy god hath vs all createAnd to vs all ordeyned his kyngdomeAnd none hath vnto Hell predestynateBut often whan we folowe nat wysdomeBy ouer owne foly we fall, and so becomeVnto our maker vnkind: and hym denyWhiche them rewardyth that here lyue vertuouslyTherfore thou Fole desyst thy wordes vayneAnd let thy tunge no more suche wordes sayFor god hath vs made all of one stuf certayneAs one potter makyth of one clayVessels dyuers, but whan he must them layVpon the kyll with fyre them there to dryThey come nat all to good, moste comonlyDoth this erthyn pot his maker dispyseWhether it be made of fassyon good or yllSaynge why dost thou make me in this wyseWherfore mad man I reade the to be styllBlame nat thy maker, for thy vnhappy wyllFor god hath neuer man nor childe createBut all he hath to heuen predestynateAnd whyle we lyue here on this wretchyd groundeWe haue our reason and wyttes vs to gydeWith our fre wyll and if no faute be foundeIn our demenour, in heuen we shall abydeBut if we goddes lawes set asydeHowe may we hope of hym rewarde to wynSo our owne foly is moste cause of our syn.
It is vnlawfull, man to be dilygentOr serchynge goddes workes to set his thoughtHowe he hath made the heuen and fyrmamentThe erth the see and euery thynge of noughtYet of some Folys the cause hereof is sought,Whiche labour also with curyosyteTo knowe the begynnynge of his dyuynyte
It is vnlawfull, man to be dilygent
Or serchynge goddes workes to set his thought
Howe he hath made the heuen and fyrmament
The erth the see and euery thynge of nought
Yet of some Folys the cause hereof is sought,
Whiche labour also with curyosyte
To knowe the begynnynge of his dyuynyte
These folys forgettynge their owne fragilyteWolde loke to knowe the ende of euery thyngeBoldly disputynge in goddys pryueteAnd what rewarde is ordeynyd for men lyuyngeOf many folys this is the moste musyngeWhiche labour dayly with besy cure and payne.To knowe what god doth discerne and or ordayne
These folys forgettynge their owne fragilyte
Wolde loke to knowe the ende of euery thynge
Boldly disputynge in goddys pryuete
And what rewarde is ordeynyd for men lyuynge
Of many folys this is the moste musynge
Whiche labour dayly with besy cure and payne.
To knowe what god doth discerne and or ordayne
Therfore in this part I shall dispyse and blameUnchrafty folys whiche scantly haue ouer seneOught of scripture, if they knowe the bokes nameOr els a whyle hath at the Scoles beneThan bende they the browys and stedfastly they weneIn theyr conceyt that they ar passynge wyseFor all scripture newe commentis to deuyse
Therfore in this part I shall dispyse and blame
Unchrafty folys whiche scantly haue ouer sene
Ought of scripture, if they knowe the bokes name
Or els a whyle hath at the Scoles bene
Than bende they the browys and stedfastly they wene
In theyr conceyt that they ar passynge wyse
For all scripture newe commentis to deuyse
They frowardly the sentence do transposeAnd that whiche is wryten, both playne and holelyBy theyr corruptynge and vnlawfull gloseOft tyme they brynge to damnable heresyFalsly expoundynge after theyr fantasyThey labour to transpose and turne the right senceThoughe the wordes stryue and make great resystence
They frowardly the sentence do transpose
And that whiche is wryten, both playne and holely
By theyr corruptynge and vnlawfull glose
Oft tyme they brynge to damnable heresy
Falsly expoundynge after theyr fantasy
They labour to transpose and turne the right sence
Thoughe the wordes stryue and make great resystence
Here what these folys with theyr audacyteDare besely say by theyr fals errour blyndePresumynge on goddes secrete and pryueteHere what lewde wordes they cast out in the wyndeThey say what man can chaunge or turne his myndeTo lyue after any other fourme and rateBut lyke as he is therto predestynate
Here what these folys with theyr audacyte
Dare besely say by theyr fals errour blynde
Presumynge on goddes secrete and pryuete
Here what lewde wordes they cast out in the wynde
They say what man can chaunge or turne his mynde
To lyue after any other fourme and rate
But lyke as he is therto predestynate
They say: if god that rayneth ouerallHath any ordeyned that in this worlde isTo come to the place and rowme celestyallFor to be partyner of euerlastynge blysOrdeyned for suche as here doth nat amysNo man can chaunge, not other thynge mundayneThat thynge whiche god by his myght doth ordayne
They say: if god that rayneth ouerall
Hath any ordeyned that in this worlde is
To come to the place and rowme celestyall
For to be partyner of euerlastynge blys
Ordeyned for suche as here doth nat amys
No man can chaunge, not other thynge mundayne
That thynge whiche god by his myght doth ordayne
But if that god prefyxed hath beforeAny creature vnto infernall payneIn derknes to be damnyd for euer moreNo erthly thynge may that sentence call agayneNor hym delyuer: o fole thou mayst complayneFor this thy foly and also it repentThynkest thou nat god alway omnypotent
But if that god prefyxed hath before
Any creature vnto infernall payne
In derknes to be damnyd for euer more
No erthly thynge may that sentence call agayne
Nor hym delyuer: o fole thou mayst complayne
For this thy foly and also it repent
Thynkest thou nat god alway omnypotent
Is god nat rightwyse and grounde of all iustyceRewardynge man after his gouernaunceHe that hath here nat lyen in synne and vyceHauynge in goddys seruyce his pleasaunceShall of his lorde be had in remembraunceAnd of rewarde worthely be sureWhere it is worthy that synners payne endure
Is god nat rightwyse and grounde of all iustyce
Rewardynge man after his gouernaunce
He that hath here nat lyen in synne and vyce
Hauynge in goddys seruyce his pleasaunce
Shall of his lorde be had in remembraunce
And of rewarde worthely be sure
Where it is worthy that synners payne endure
Trust well who seruyth his maker stedfastlyWith pure herte kepynge sure his commaundementAnd lawes shall be rewardyd fynallyWith heuenly ioy and scape all punysshementTherfore thou fole leue of this lewde intentLyue vertuously and trust in goddes graceThan yll desteny in the shall haue no place
Trust well who seruyth his maker stedfastly
With pure herte kepynge sure his commaundement
And lawes shall be rewardyd fynally
With heuenly ioy and scape all punysshement
Therfore thou fole leue of this lewde intent
Lyue vertuously and trust in goddes grace
Than yll desteny in the shall haue no place
Vnto great ioy god hath vs all createAnd to vs all ordeyned his kyngdomeAnd none hath vnto Hell predestynateBut often whan we folowe nat wysdomeBy ouer owne foly we fall, and so becomeVnto our maker vnkind: and hym denyWhiche them rewardyth that here lyue vertuously
Vnto great ioy god hath vs all create
And to vs all ordeyned his kyngdome
And none hath vnto Hell predestynate
But often whan we folowe nat wysdome
By ouer owne foly we fall, and so become
Vnto our maker vnkind: and hym deny
Whiche them rewardyth that here lyue vertuously
Therfore thou Fole desyst thy wordes vayneAnd let thy tunge no more suche wordes sayFor god hath vs made all of one stuf certayneAs one potter makyth of one clayVessels dyuers, but whan he must them layVpon the kyll with fyre them there to dryThey come nat all to good, moste comonly
Therfore thou Fole desyst thy wordes vayne
And let thy tunge no more suche wordes say
For god hath vs made all of one stuf certayne
As one potter makyth of one clay
Vessels dyuers, but whan he must them lay
Vpon the kyll with fyre them there to dry
They come nat all to good, moste comonly
Doth this erthyn pot his maker dispyseWhether it be made of fassyon good or yllSaynge why dost thou make me in this wyseWherfore mad man I reade the to be styllBlame nat thy maker, for thy vnhappy wyllFor god hath neuer man nor childe createBut all he hath to heuen predestynate
Doth this erthyn pot his maker dispyse
Whether it be made of fassyon good or yll
Saynge why dost thou make me in this wyse
Wherfore mad man I reade the to be styll
Blame nat thy maker, for thy vnhappy wyll
For god hath neuer man nor childe create
But all he hath to heuen predestynate
And whyle we lyue here on this wretchyd groundeWe haue our reason and wyttes vs to gydeWith our fre wyll and if no faute be foundeIn our demenour, in heuen we shall abydeBut if we goddes lawes set asydeHowe may we hope of hym rewarde to wynSo our owne foly is moste cause of our syn.
And whyle we lyue here on this wretchyd grounde
We haue our reason and wyttes vs to gyde
With our fre wyll and if no faute be founde
In our demenour, in heuen we shall abyde
But if we goddes lawes set asyde
Howe may we hope of hym rewarde to wyn
So our owne foly is moste cause of our syn.
The enuoy of Barclay.
O creature vnkynde vnto thy creatourWhat carest thou to knowe or to inuestygateThe pryuetye, of god, leue this thy errourTo thynke the by hym to be predestynateTo endles wo and from his blysse pryuateFor syns thou hast thy reason and frewyllGyuyn the by god, thou art in suche estateTo take the eleccion outher of good or yll
O creature vnkynde vnto thy creatourWhat carest thou to knowe or to inuestygateThe pryuetye, of god, leue this thy errourTo thynke the by hym to be predestynateTo endles wo and from his blysse pryuateFor syns thou hast thy reason and frewyllGyuyn the by god, thou art in suche estateTo take the eleccion outher of good or yll
O creature vnkynde vnto thy creatour
What carest thou to knowe or to inuestygate
The pryuetye, of god, leue this thy errour
To thynke the by hym to be predestynate
To endles wo and from his blysse pryuate
For syns thou hast thy reason and frewyll
Gyuyn the by god, thou art in suche estate
To take the eleccion outher of good or yll
He that will suffer his own house to burn.Who that wyll suffer his owne hous to brenTyll nought of it saue the bare wallys stondeAnd with his water hastely doth renTo quenche the fyre of anothers hous or londeHe is a fole and haue shall in his handeA folysshe Pype or horne therwith to bloweFor other folys that in my Shyp wyll rowe.
Who that wyll suffer his owne hous to brenTyll nought of it saue the bare wallys stondeAnd with his water hastely doth renTo quenche the fyre of anothers hous or londeHe is a fole and haue shall in his handeA folysshe Pype or horne therwith to bloweFor other folys that in my Shyp wyll rowe.
Within my Shyp of rowme he shall be sureWhiche for anothers auantage and profyteTakyth great thought and doth moche payne endureVnto his owne charge takynge no respyteBut settyth it asyde and hath all his delyteWith all his stody hym to enforce and dres:To care for euery mannys besynes.Suche hertles folys to them self neglygentIn theyr owne charge slepe contynuallyBut with open iyen they ar full dylygentThe worke of other with all theyr myght to aplyAnd for others profyte prouyde they besely.But whyle these Folys ar glad to take in handeAnothers charge, theyr owne styll let they standeWherfore I am so bolde within my bokeSomwhat to touch these folys mad vsageThat if it fortune them on the same to lokeThey may therby perceyue in theyr corageThat labour they ought for their owne auauntageMost specyally. for that is the degreAnd the true order of perfyte chariteFor perfyte loue and also chariteBegynneth with hym selfe for to be charitableAnd than to other after his degreThy owne auauntage is ay moost profytableThe great Phylosophers of maners ferme and stableAnd also of wysdome godly and dyuyneHath left to vs suche techynge and doctryneWe haue by Therence the same commaundementThe same is wryten also as I fyndeIn the holy lawe of the olde testamentAnd therfore he that oft wyll set his myndeFor others maters with care his thought to blyndeLet hym first se vnto his owne profyteLyst some mysfortune hym after sharply byteLet hym turne his labour to his owne auauntageAnd than do for other where as he seeth moste nedeFor who that playeth for mony outher gageAnd on his felawes cast takyth onely hedeAnd nat to his owne, suche one shall seldom spedeAnd is a Fole. So is he that doth renTo quenche another hous, suffrynge his owne to brenSuche one of his owne damage hath no fereAnd worthy is his losse and hurte to bydeSo is he that wyll anothers burthen bereOr takyth anothers charge at any tydeDespysynge his owne werke and settynge it asydeIf suche haue losse and after it forthynkeNo man shall moche force whether he flete or synkeHe is well worthy to haue a folys pypeThat goth vnbyddyn to rype anothers corneAnd suffreth his owne to stande though it be rype.And generally all Folys ar worthy scorneOf what maner byrth so euer they be borneIf they them self put, to losse or damageTherby to do some other auauntageSay curyous Fole: say what pleasour thou hastIn others maters thy self to intermytOr theyr great charges thus in thy mynde to castThy selfe to socour set thou thy mynde and wytLet others maters therfore in quyete sytOn thy owne profyte of all firste set thy myndeAnd than (if thou mayst) do somwhat for thy frendeFor vtterly that man is moche vnwyseThat thus takyth thought for anothers chargeAnd doth his owne by neglygence despyseFor suche Folys I forgyd haue this bargeBut of the same suche men I clene dischargeThat first of his pryuate profyte can take hedeAnd than helpe a frende and felowe at a nede
Within my Shyp of rowme he shall be sureWhiche for anothers auantage and profyteTakyth great thought and doth moche payne endureVnto his owne charge takynge no respyteBut settyth it asyde and hath all his delyteWith all his stody hym to enforce and dres:To care for euery mannys besynes.
Within my Shyp of rowme he shall be sure
Whiche for anothers auantage and profyte
Takyth great thought and doth moche payne endure
Vnto his owne charge takynge no respyte
But settyth it asyde and hath all his delyte
With all his stody hym to enforce and dres:
To care for euery mannys besynes.
Suche hertles folys to them self neglygentIn theyr owne charge slepe contynuallyBut with open iyen they ar full dylygentThe worke of other with all theyr myght to aplyAnd for others profyte prouyde they besely.But whyle these Folys ar glad to take in handeAnothers charge, theyr owne styll let they stande
Suche hertles folys to them self neglygent
In theyr owne charge slepe contynually
But with open iyen they ar full dylygent
The worke of other with all theyr myght to aply
And for others profyte prouyde they besely.
But whyle these Folys ar glad to take in hande
Anothers charge, theyr owne styll let they stande
Wherfore I am so bolde within my bokeSomwhat to touch these folys mad vsageThat if it fortune them on the same to lokeThey may therby perceyue in theyr corageThat labour they ought for their owne auauntageMost specyally. for that is the degreAnd the true order of perfyte charite
Wherfore I am so bolde within my boke
Somwhat to touch these folys mad vsage
That if it fortune them on the same to loke
They may therby perceyue in theyr corage
That labour they ought for their owne auauntage
Most specyally. for that is the degre
And the true order of perfyte charite
For perfyte loue and also chariteBegynneth with hym selfe for to be charitableAnd than to other after his degreThy owne auauntage is ay moost profytableThe great Phylosophers of maners ferme and stableAnd also of wysdome godly and dyuyneHath left to vs suche techynge and doctryne
For perfyte loue and also charite
Begynneth with hym selfe for to be charitable
And than to other after his degre
Thy owne auauntage is ay moost profytable
The great Phylosophers of maners ferme and stable
And also of wysdome godly and dyuyne
Hath left to vs suche techynge and doctryne
We haue by Therence the same commaundementThe same is wryten also as I fyndeIn the holy lawe of the olde testamentAnd therfore he that oft wyll set his myndeFor others maters with care his thought to blyndeLet hym first se vnto his owne profyteLyst some mysfortune hym after sharply byte
We haue by Therence the same commaundement
The same is wryten also as I fynde
In the holy lawe of the olde testament
And therfore he that oft wyll set his mynde
For others maters with care his thought to blynde
Let hym first se vnto his owne profyte
Lyst some mysfortune hym after sharply byte
Let hym turne his labour to his owne auauntageAnd than do for other where as he seeth moste nedeFor who that playeth for mony outher gageAnd on his felawes cast takyth onely hedeAnd nat to his owne, suche one shall seldom spedeAnd is a Fole. So is he that doth renTo quenche another hous, suffrynge his owne to bren
Let hym turne his labour to his owne auauntage
And than do for other where as he seeth moste nede
For who that playeth for mony outher gage
And on his felawes cast takyth onely hede
And nat to his owne, suche one shall seldom spede
And is a Fole. So is he that doth ren
To quenche another hous, suffrynge his owne to bren
Suche one of his owne damage hath no fereAnd worthy is his losse and hurte to bydeSo is he that wyll anothers burthen bereOr takyth anothers charge at any tydeDespysynge his owne werke and settynge it asydeIf suche haue losse and after it forthynkeNo man shall moche force whether he flete or synke
Suche one of his owne damage hath no fere
And worthy is his losse and hurte to byde
So is he that wyll anothers burthen bere
Or takyth anothers charge at any tyde
Despysynge his owne werke and settynge it asyde
If suche haue losse and after it forthynke
No man shall moche force whether he flete or synke
He is well worthy to haue a folys pypeThat goth vnbyddyn to rype anothers corneAnd suffreth his owne to stande though it be rype.And generally all Folys ar worthy scorneOf what maner byrth so euer they be borneIf they them self put, to losse or damageTherby to do some other auauntage
He is well worthy to haue a folys pype
That goth vnbyddyn to rype anothers corne
And suffreth his owne to stande though it be rype.
And generally all Folys ar worthy scorne
Of what maner byrth so euer they be borne
If they them self put, to losse or damage
Therby to do some other auauntage
Say curyous Fole: say what pleasour thou hastIn others maters thy self to intermytOr theyr great charges thus in thy mynde to castThy selfe to socour set thou thy mynde and wytLet others maters therfore in quyete sytOn thy owne profyte of all firste set thy myndeAnd than (if thou mayst) do somwhat for thy frende
Say curyous Fole: say what pleasour thou hast
In others maters thy self to intermyt
Or theyr great charges thus in thy mynde to cast
Thy selfe to socour set thou thy mynde and wyt
Let others maters therfore in quyete syt
On thy owne profyte of all firste set thy mynde
And than (if thou mayst) do somwhat for thy frende
For vtterly that man is moche vnwyseThat thus takyth thought for anothers chargeAnd doth his owne by neglygence despyseFor suche Folys I forgyd haue this bargeBut of the same suche men I clene dischargeThat first of his pryuate profyte can take hedeAnd than helpe a frende and felowe at a nede
For vtterly that man is moche vnwyse
That thus takyth thought for anothers charge
And doth his owne by neglygence despyse
For suche Folys I forgyd haue this barge
But of the same suche men I clene discharge
That first of his pryuate profyte can take hede
And than helpe a frende and felowe at a nede
Thenuoy of Barklay.
Ye that take charge, thought and besy cureFor others mysfortune, losse or aduersyteFirst of your self I aduyse you to be sureFor this is the order of parfyte charyteEche to hym selfe moste louynge ay to beAnd next to his frende, but who that doth dispyse.His owne besynes whiche is in ieopardyeSeynge to anothers forsoth he is vnwyse
Ye that take charge, thought and besy cureFor others mysfortune, losse or aduersyteFirst of your self I aduyse you to be sureFor this is the order of parfyte charyteEche to hym selfe moste louynge ay to beAnd next to his frende, but who that doth dispyse.His owne besynes whiche is in ieopardyeSeynge to anothers forsoth he is vnwyse
Ye that take charge, thought and besy cure
For others mysfortune, losse or aduersyte
First of your self I aduyse you to be sure
For this is the order of parfyte charyte
Eche to hym selfe moste louynge ay to be
And next to his frende, but who that doth dispyse.
His owne besynes whiche is in ieopardye
Seynge to anothers forsoth he is vnwyse
Always taking the service and rewards of his friend.That Fole can neyther gode nor honesteWhiche whan one doth to hym a frendly dedeIt gladly takyth, thoughe it be two or threLokynge for kyndnes, yet takyth he no hedeTo shewe the same agayne in tyme of nedeLet suche Folys be no thing wroth therforeThoughe in this Shyp I set them to an ore.
That Fole can neyther gode nor honesteWhiche whan one doth to hym a frendly dedeIt gladly takyth, thoughe it be two or threLokynge for kyndnes, yet takyth he no hedeTo shewe the same agayne in tyme of nedeLet suche Folys be no thing wroth therforeThoughe in this Shyp I set them to an ore.
He is a Fole that crauynge is alwayTakynge the seruyce and rewardes of his frendeAnd nat remembryth the same agayne to payBut as a churle it castyth out of his myndeFor who that wolde haue one to hym be kyndeAnd lyberall, he ought the same to beFor kyndnes meyntayneth bothe loue and charyteHe that wyll charge another with cures hardeAnd great labours greuous to sustayneOught for his labour hym worthely rewardeThat the rewarde may be confort to his payneIt is disworshyp and also shame certayneTo take the labour of any ryche or poreAnd nat iustly hym to content therforeWherfore the workman ought also to intendeVnto his labour to saue his honestyeAnd workemanly to brynge it the endeIf he therby wolde well rewardyd beAnd if the owner therof beholde and se.His worke so done, he is a chorle vnkyndeIf he do nat content the workmannys mynde.He that wolde gladly that men sholde hym commendeMust fully purpose and fyx within his myndeLyberall to be and nat euer to intendeTo false Auaryce, whiche many one doth blyndeAnd if he purpose hye honours for to fyndeOr hym auaunce to any great degreHe must haue mekenes and lyberalyteHe must of maners also be commendableAnd of his speche als pleasaunt as he canFor an olde prouerbe true and verytableSayth that good lyfe and maners makyth manBut euery lawe doth dam and also banThe churlysshe vyce and lewde of vnkyndnesWhiche dryeth vp the well of bounte and goodnesFor vnkynde folys if one labour dylygentAnd so brynge theyr worke vnto good conclusyonThey fynde yet fautis and so ar nat contentWithdrawynge the rewarde by theyr collusyonWherfore let suche thynke it no abusyonNor haue disdayne ne yet in mynde complayneIf the pore laborer gyue vp his worke agayneThese frowarde Folys, doth wronge and iniuryTo suche as to them do profyte and honourFor kyndnes, they render shame and vylanyRebukes sclander extorcion and rygourBut whyle they hope to come to great valoureAnd by such rygour to honours to aryseTheyr hope vanyssheth as doth the snowe or yceWherfore who that puttyth one to besynesTo charge or labour of body or of myndeOught hym rewarde agayne for his kyndnesIf he do nat forsoth he is unkyndeBut specyally as I oft wryten fyndeIt is a thynge whiche doth for vengeaunce cryA pore laborer to put to IniuryWhat man can wryte the inconuenyenceWhiche groweth of this lewde and cursyd vyceVnkyndnes causeth great myschefe and offenceAnd is repugnynge to reason and iustyceWherfore let suche that wyll be namyd wyseLeue it: and folowe lyberalyteWhiche is noryssher of loue and amyteIn dyuers bokes examples we may fyndeHowe many Cytees hygh and excellentAgaynst all lawe and reason were vnkyndeTo suche as dyd theyr dignyte augmentO vnkynde rome thou was of this intentWhiche hast Camyllus exyled in great payneThoughe he euer laboured thy honour to mentayneO cruell Athenes by thy ingratytudeHast thou nat banysshyd Solon also fro theThough he enfourmyd hath thy maners rudeAnd gyuyn the lawes of right and equyteFor his great meryte, loue and benygnyteThou hast hym gyuen exyle and paynes hardeHis labour was nat worthy that rewardeThou vnkynde Sparta: of thy audacyteWhat shall I wryte or thy lewde vnkyndnesHast thou nat banysshed by thy cruelteThy kynge Lycurgus, bycause he dyd redresThy wanton errours by lawe and rightwysnesAnd Scipio whiche his country dyd defendeFonde it to hym, vnkynde at the last endeA thousande mo whome I can nat expresseTo suche as haue for them abyde great payneHaue done displeasour, and shewed vnkyndnesAnd them disceyued by some cautele or trayneYet none of them great goodnes cowde obtayneBy theyr vnkyndnes for who that so doth castVnkyndly shall be seruyd at the last.
He is a Fole that crauynge is alwayTakynge the seruyce and rewardes of his frendeAnd nat remembryth the same agayne to payBut as a churle it castyth out of his myndeFor who that wolde haue one to hym be kyndeAnd lyberall, he ought the same to beFor kyndnes meyntayneth bothe loue and charyte
He is a Fole that crauynge is alway
Takynge the seruyce and rewardes of his frende
And nat remembryth the same agayne to pay
But as a churle it castyth out of his mynde
For who that wolde haue one to hym be kynde
And lyberall, he ought the same to be
For kyndnes meyntayneth bothe loue and charyte
He that wyll charge another with cures hardeAnd great labours greuous to sustayneOught for his labour hym worthely rewardeThat the rewarde may be confort to his payneIt is disworshyp and also shame certayneTo take the labour of any ryche or poreAnd nat iustly hym to content therfore
He that wyll charge another with cures harde
And great labours greuous to sustayne
Ought for his labour hym worthely rewarde
That the rewarde may be confort to his payne
It is disworshyp and also shame certayne
To take the labour of any ryche or pore
And nat iustly hym to content therfore
Wherfore the workman ought also to intendeVnto his labour to saue his honestyeAnd workemanly to brynge it the endeIf he therby wolde well rewardyd beAnd if the owner therof beholde and se.His worke so done, he is a chorle vnkyndeIf he do nat content the workmannys mynde.
Wherfore the workman ought also to intende
Vnto his labour to saue his honestye
And workemanly to brynge it the ende
If he therby wolde well rewardyd be
And if the owner therof beholde and se.
His worke so done, he is a chorle vnkynde
If he do nat content the workmannys mynde.
He that wolde gladly that men sholde hym commendeMust fully purpose and fyx within his myndeLyberall to be and nat euer to intendeTo false Auaryce, whiche many one doth blyndeAnd if he purpose hye honours for to fyndeOr hym auaunce to any great degreHe must haue mekenes and lyberalyte
He that wolde gladly that men sholde hym commende
Must fully purpose and fyx within his mynde
Lyberall to be and nat euer to intende
To false Auaryce, whiche many one doth blynde
And if he purpose hye honours for to fynde
Or hym auaunce to any great degre
He must haue mekenes and lyberalyte
He must of maners also be commendableAnd of his speche als pleasaunt as he canFor an olde prouerbe true and verytableSayth that good lyfe and maners makyth manBut euery lawe doth dam and also banThe churlysshe vyce and lewde of vnkyndnesWhiche dryeth vp the well of bounte and goodnes
He must of maners also be commendable
And of his speche als pleasaunt as he can
For an olde prouerbe true and verytable
Sayth that good lyfe and maners makyth man
But euery lawe doth dam and also ban
The churlysshe vyce and lewde of vnkyndnes
Whiche dryeth vp the well of bounte and goodnes
For vnkynde folys if one labour dylygentAnd so brynge theyr worke vnto good conclusyonThey fynde yet fautis and so ar nat contentWithdrawynge the rewarde by theyr collusyonWherfore let suche thynke it no abusyonNor haue disdayne ne yet in mynde complayneIf the pore laborer gyue vp his worke agayne
For vnkynde folys if one labour dylygent
And so brynge theyr worke vnto good conclusyon
They fynde yet fautis and so ar nat content
Withdrawynge the rewarde by theyr collusyon
Wherfore let suche thynke it no abusyon
Nor haue disdayne ne yet in mynde complayne
If the pore laborer gyue vp his worke agayne
These frowarde Folys, doth wronge and iniuryTo suche as to them do profyte and honourFor kyndnes, they render shame and vylanyRebukes sclander extorcion and rygourBut whyle they hope to come to great valoureAnd by such rygour to honours to aryseTheyr hope vanyssheth as doth the snowe or yce
These frowarde Folys, doth wronge and iniury
To suche as to them do profyte and honour
For kyndnes, they render shame and vylany
Rebukes sclander extorcion and rygour
But whyle they hope to come to great valoure
And by such rygour to honours to aryse
Theyr hope vanyssheth as doth the snowe or yce
Wherfore who that puttyth one to besynesTo charge or labour of body or of myndeOught hym rewarde agayne for his kyndnesIf he do nat forsoth he is unkyndeBut specyally as I oft wryten fyndeIt is a thynge whiche doth for vengeaunce cryA pore laborer to put to Iniury
Wherfore who that puttyth one to besynes
To charge or labour of body or of mynde
Ought hym rewarde agayne for his kyndnes
If he do nat forsoth he is unkynde
But specyally as I oft wryten fynde
It is a thynge whiche doth for vengeaunce cry
A pore laborer to put to Iniury
What man can wryte the inconuenyenceWhiche groweth of this lewde and cursyd vyceVnkyndnes causeth great myschefe and offenceAnd is repugnynge to reason and iustyceWherfore let suche that wyll be namyd wyseLeue it: and folowe lyberalyteWhiche is noryssher of loue and amyte
What man can wryte the inconuenyence
Whiche groweth of this lewde and cursyd vyce
Vnkyndnes causeth great myschefe and offence
And is repugnynge to reason and iustyce
Wherfore let suche that wyll be namyd wyse
Leue it: and folowe lyberalyte
Whiche is noryssher of loue and amyte
In dyuers bokes examples we may fyndeHowe many Cytees hygh and excellentAgaynst all lawe and reason were vnkyndeTo suche as dyd theyr dignyte augmentO vnkynde rome thou was of this intentWhiche hast Camyllus exyled in great payneThoughe he euer laboured thy honour to mentayne
In dyuers bokes examples we may fynde
Howe many Cytees hygh and excellent
Agaynst all lawe and reason were vnkynde
To suche as dyd theyr dignyte augment
O vnkynde rome thou was of this intent
Whiche hast Camyllus exyled in great payne
Thoughe he euer laboured thy honour to mentayne
O cruell Athenes by thy ingratytudeHast thou nat banysshyd Solon also fro theThough he enfourmyd hath thy maners rudeAnd gyuyn the lawes of right and equyteFor his great meryte, loue and benygnyteThou hast hym gyuen exyle and paynes hardeHis labour was nat worthy that rewarde
O cruell Athenes by thy ingratytude
Hast thou nat banysshyd Solon also fro the
Though he enfourmyd hath thy maners rude
And gyuyn the lawes of right and equyte
For his great meryte, loue and benygnyte
Thou hast hym gyuen exyle and paynes harde
His labour was nat worthy that rewarde
Thou vnkynde Sparta: of thy audacyteWhat shall I wryte or thy lewde vnkyndnesHast thou nat banysshed by thy cruelteThy kynge Lycurgus, bycause he dyd redresThy wanton errours by lawe and rightwysnesAnd Scipio whiche his country dyd defendeFonde it to hym, vnkynde at the last ende
Thou vnkynde Sparta: of thy audacyte
What shall I wryte or thy lewde vnkyndnes
Hast thou nat banysshed by thy cruelte
Thy kynge Lycurgus, bycause he dyd redres
Thy wanton errours by lawe and rightwysnes
And Scipio whiche his country dyd defende
Fonde it to hym, vnkynde at the last ende
A thousande mo whome I can nat expresseTo suche as haue for them abyde great payneHaue done displeasour, and shewed vnkyndnesAnd them disceyued by some cautele or trayneYet none of them great goodnes cowde obtayneBy theyr vnkyndnes for who that so doth castVnkyndly shall be seruyd at the last.
A thousande mo whome I can nat expresse
To suche as haue for them abyde great payne
Haue done displeasour, and shewed vnkyndnes
And them disceyued by some cautele or trayne
Yet none of them great goodnes cowde obtayne
By theyr vnkyndnes for who that so doth cast
Vnkyndly shall be seruyd at the last.
Thenuoy of Barklay.
O fals vnkyndnes out on the I cryFrom all goodnes dost thou nat man withdraweByndynge his herte to gyle and vylanyAgaynst nature, agaynst both right and laweThou makest man his maker nat to knaweTherfore thou man expell out from thy myndeThis vyce, for we fynde in an olde sayde saweWo is hym that to his maker is vnkynde.Remember man the great preemynenceGyuen unto the by good omnypotentBytwene the and Angels is lytell differenceAnd all thynge erthly to the obedyentFysshe byrde and beste vnder the fyrmamentSay what excuse mayst thou nowe lay or fyndeSyns thou art made by god so excellentBut that thou oughtest agayne to hym be kynde.God hath the made vnto his owne lykenesNo erthly creature vnto the comparableThy iyen vpwarde to consyder his hyghnesWhere other creatures that ar vnresonableGoeth on all foure and ar nat other able.Theyr loke alway vnto the grounde inclynydTherfore thou ought in vertue to be stableAnd to thy maker neuer to be vnkyndeWhan man offendyd by disobedyenceSubduynge hym self to labour care and payneAnd lost the consort of goodes hye presenceHath nat christ Jhesu redemyd hym agayneBesyde all this thou hast no thynge certayneIn erth but by hym. wherfore I call the blyndeAnd of thy maners vncurtayse and vylayneIf to thy sauyour thou be nat true and kyndeThoughe god hath made the (man) thus excellentTo lyue (if thou lyst) in ioy eternallyA lytell thynge shall hym agayne contentHe nought requyreth but thy herte onelyAnd that thou defy thy gostly ennemyAnd in goddes seruyce thy herte and body bynde.Than shall he rewarde the in heuen right gloriouslySo mayst thou be callyd vnto thy maker kynde
O fals vnkyndnes out on the I cryFrom all goodnes dost thou nat man withdraweByndynge his herte to gyle and vylanyAgaynst nature, agaynst both right and laweThou makest man his maker nat to knaweTherfore thou man expell out from thy myndeThis vyce, for we fynde in an olde sayde saweWo is hym that to his maker is vnkynde.
O fals vnkyndnes out on the I cry
From all goodnes dost thou nat man withdrawe
Byndynge his herte to gyle and vylany
Agaynst nature, agaynst both right and lawe
Thou makest man his maker nat to knawe
Therfore thou man expell out from thy mynde
This vyce, for we fynde in an olde sayde sawe
Wo is hym that to his maker is vnkynde.
Remember man the great preemynenceGyuen unto the by good omnypotentBytwene the and Angels is lytell differenceAnd all thynge erthly to the obedyentFysshe byrde and beste vnder the fyrmamentSay what excuse mayst thou nowe lay or fyndeSyns thou art made by god so excellentBut that thou oughtest agayne to hym be kynde.
Remember man the great preemynence
Gyuen unto the by good omnypotent
Bytwene the and Angels is lytell difference
And all thynge erthly to the obedyent
Fysshe byrde and beste vnder the fyrmament
Say what excuse mayst thou nowe lay or fynde
Syns thou art made by god so excellent
But that thou oughtest agayne to hym be kynde.
God hath the made vnto his owne lykenesNo erthly creature vnto the comparableThy iyen vpwarde to consyder his hyghnesWhere other creatures that ar vnresonableGoeth on all foure and ar nat other able.Theyr loke alway vnto the grounde inclynydTherfore thou ought in vertue to be stableAnd to thy maker neuer to be vnkynde
God hath the made vnto his owne lykenes
No erthly creature vnto the comparable
Thy iyen vpwarde to consyder his hyghnes
Where other creatures that ar vnresonable
Goeth on all foure and ar nat other able.
Theyr loke alway vnto the grounde inclynyd
Therfore thou ought in vertue to be stable
And to thy maker neuer to be vnkynde
Whan man offendyd by disobedyenceSubduynge hym self to labour care and payneAnd lost the consort of goodes hye presenceHath nat christ Jhesu redemyd hym agayneBesyde all this thou hast no thynge certayneIn erth but by hym. wherfore I call the blyndeAnd of thy maners vncurtayse and vylayneIf to thy sauyour thou be nat true and kynde
Whan man offendyd by disobedyence
Subduynge hym self to labour care and payne
And lost the consort of goodes hye presence
Hath nat christ Jhesu redemyd hym agayne
Besyde all this thou hast no thynge certayne
In erth but by hym. wherfore I call the blynde
And of thy maners vncurtayse and vylayne
If to thy sauyour thou be nat true and kynde
Thoughe god hath made the (man) thus excellentTo lyue (if thou lyst) in ioy eternallyA lytell thynge shall hym agayne contentHe nought requyreth but thy herte onelyAnd that thou defy thy gostly ennemyAnd in goddes seruyce thy herte and body bynde.Than shall he rewarde the in heuen right gloriouslySo mayst thou be callyd vnto thy maker kynde
Thoughe god hath made the (man) thus excellent
To lyue (if thou lyst) in ioy eternally
A lytell thynge shall hym agayne content
He nought requyreth but thy herte onely
And that thou defy thy gostly ennemy
And in goddes seruyce thy herte and body bynde.
Than shall he rewarde the in heuen right gloriously
So mayst thou be callyd vnto thy maker kynde
Look aye in a glass to see your countenance.We haue ouercome the malyce and enuyOf suche as agaynst our Nauy did conspyreWherfore I shall my folys call quycklyThat they my Shyp may aparayle and atyreDrawe nere ye Folys whiche syttynge by the fyreLoke ay in a glasse to se your countenaunceAnd in your owne dedis haue all your hole pleasaunce
We haue ouercome the malyce and enuyOf suche as agaynst our Nauy did conspyreWherfore I shall my folys call quycklyThat they my Shyp may aparayle and atyreDrawe nere ye Folys whiche syttynge by the fyreLoke ay in a glasse to se your countenaunceAnd in your owne dedis haue all your hole pleasaunce
Vnto my shyp I call hym to be CokeThe mete to dresse to other Folys echoneWhiche in his myrrour doth alway gase and lokeWhan he may get hym vnto a place aloneAnd though of colour and beaute he haue noneYet thynketh he hym self fayre and right plesantAnd wyse: thoughe that he be mad and ignorantIn his owne dedys is onely his delyteIn his owne conceyte thynkynge hymself right wyseAnd fayre, thoughe he be yelowe as kyteIs of hir fete: yet doth he styll deuyseHis vayne myrrour: that onely is his gyseAnd thoughe he beholde hym self of lothly shapeHe wyll it nat byleue, but in his glasse doth gape.Though for his foly all men myght hym repreueAnd that he se it before hym openlyWithin his glasse: he wyll it nat byleueBut strongly it defende and eke denyHe seyth nat his erys longe and hyeWhiche stande vpon his folysshe hode behyndeHis lewde conceyt thus makyth hym starke blyndeWhan people comon of men of hye prudenceOr of hye beauty, and strength if men doth tellIf one suche fole were there in the presenceHe swere durst boldly and that on the gospellThat he onely all other dyd excellAnd that to gyue councell good and profytableWere none in the worldly vnto hym comparableThese folys bost them selfe of theyr wysdomeAnd thynke them selfe to haue preemynenceAboue all other that ar in christendome.In gyftis of grace as beautye and scyenceOf strength, gode maners, vertue, and eloquenceBut thoughe they stande in theyr owne conceytisNought is saue foly within theyr folysshe patisAnd thoughe theyr face and vysage stande awryAnd all to reuylde, theyr mouth standynge asydeWithin theyr myrrour the same can they nat spyeBut in theyr foly contynually abydeAnd whether that they ar styll outher go or rydeLabour or be ydyll, they gase styll in theyr glasseYet wyll they nat byleue to haue erys lyke an Asse.Oft whan these folys lye in theyr bed vprightWith tawny loke or els theyr botyll noseThey haue theyr myrrour alway in theyr syghtThe vayne glasse (of theyr beautye) to aposeAnd whan suche a fole into the kechyn goseTo stere the pot, there whether he syt or standeThe glasse alway is in the other handeWhan he a whyle his glas hath loken thanIf one examynyd hym of his beautyeHe boldly durst swere both by god and manThat nought were in hym whiche myght repreuyd beBut all goodnes, fayre shape, and loke of grauyteAnd that his gere gayly vpon his backe doth sytHe hardly is wyse: if he had any wyt.I wryten fynde that great inconuenyenceAs losse, contempt and occasyon of prydeHath fallyn vnto many by this lewde complacenceWhiche haue nat knowen the way themself to gydeThe emperour Otho had ay borne by his sydeIn warre and peas (a glasse) for his pleasaunceTo se his colour therin; and countenaunceAnd to the entent to make his colour gayWith Assys mylke he noyntyd oft his skynAnd shauyd his berde onys euery dayBut for that he offendyd god hereinAfter was he sharply punysshyd for this synAnd put vnto extreme rebuke and shameTo gyue other example to auoyde the sameIt is forsoth a maner femynyneAnd nat for man to be so elegantTo suche toyes wanton wymen may inclyneA yonge mayde may at her forhede haue pendantThe vayne myrrour to se hir shape pleasantMan sholde nought set by to norysshe his beautyeBut onely manhode strength and audacyteThe wanton mayde may for hir self ordayneHir call hir coyfe, and suche conceytis neweAs broches fyletes and oyntmentis souerayneAnd clothynge of dyuers colour and of heweBut nowe yonge men the same fourme do ensueAnd to content theyr mad and folysshe myndeTo wymen they compare themselfe agaynst kyndeDisorder rayneth as I before haue saydeThe yonge men takyth womans countenaunceAnd hir aparayll, and wymen ar araydeAs men: agaynst all lawe and ordynaunceThus man and woman ensue mysgouernaunceIn theyr behauour is small dyuersyteTheyr owne conceyt causeth great enormyteThe poet Ouyde shewyth in a fableHowe that one callyd Pygmalyon by nameA fygure made vnto hymselfe semblableWhiche he in marbyll right craftely dyd frameAnd in so moche he worshypped the sameTyll at the last his mynde was past and goneAnd he transformed so was in to that stoneAnd if the Poetis fables be all sureAs by theyr subtyle wordes oft we hereThe childe Narcissus was chaungyd of fygureWhyle he behelde into the water clereFor whyle his shadowe vnto hym dyd apereVpon the same so sore he set his myndeThat he transformyd was to another kynde.But to retorne agayne to our purposeAnd of this sort of Folys to concludeIf god sholde them to other shape transposeThat thynke them fayre though they be foule and rudeInto foule fassyon he many sholde includeFor whyle Folys theyr owne beauty magnyfySo growyth the nomber and so they multyply
Vnto my shyp I call hym to be CokeThe mete to dresse to other Folys echoneWhiche in his myrrour doth alway gase and lokeWhan he may get hym vnto a place aloneAnd though of colour and beaute he haue noneYet thynketh he hym self fayre and right plesantAnd wyse: thoughe that he be mad and ignorant
Vnto my shyp I call hym to be Coke
The mete to dresse to other Folys echone
Whiche in his myrrour doth alway gase and loke
Whan he may get hym vnto a place alone
And though of colour and beaute he haue none
Yet thynketh he hym self fayre and right plesant
And wyse: thoughe that he be mad and ignorant
In his owne dedys is onely his delyteIn his owne conceyte thynkynge hymself right wyseAnd fayre, thoughe he be yelowe as kyteIs of hir fete: yet doth he styll deuyseHis vayne myrrour: that onely is his gyseAnd thoughe he beholde hym self of lothly shapeHe wyll it nat byleue, but in his glasse doth gape.
In his owne dedys is onely his delyte
In his owne conceyte thynkynge hymself right wyse
And fayre, thoughe he be yelowe as kyte
Is of hir fete: yet doth he styll deuyse
His vayne myrrour: that onely is his gyse
And thoughe he beholde hym self of lothly shape
He wyll it nat byleue, but in his glasse doth gape.
Though for his foly all men myght hym repreueAnd that he se it before hym openlyWithin his glasse: he wyll it nat byleueBut strongly it defende and eke denyHe seyth nat his erys longe and hyeWhiche stande vpon his folysshe hode behyndeHis lewde conceyt thus makyth hym starke blynde
Though for his foly all men myght hym repreue
And that he se it before hym openly
Within his glasse: he wyll it nat byleue
But strongly it defende and eke deny
He seyth nat his erys longe and hye
Whiche stande vpon his folysshe hode behynde
His lewde conceyt thus makyth hym starke blynde
Whan people comon of men of hye prudenceOr of hye beauty, and strength if men doth tellIf one suche fole were there in the presenceHe swere durst boldly and that on the gospellThat he onely all other dyd excellAnd that to gyue councell good and profytableWere none in the worldly vnto hym comparable
Whan people comon of men of hye prudence
Or of hye beauty, and strength if men doth tell
If one suche fole were there in the presence
He swere durst boldly and that on the gospell
That he onely all other dyd excell
And that to gyue councell good and profytable
Were none in the worldly vnto hym comparable
These folys bost them selfe of theyr wysdomeAnd thynke them selfe to haue preemynenceAboue all other that ar in christendome.In gyftis of grace as beautye and scyenceOf strength, gode maners, vertue, and eloquenceBut thoughe they stande in theyr owne conceytisNought is saue foly within theyr folysshe patis
These folys bost them selfe of theyr wysdome
And thynke them selfe to haue preemynence
Aboue all other that ar in christendome.
In gyftis of grace as beautye and scyence
Of strength, gode maners, vertue, and eloquence
But thoughe they stande in theyr owne conceytis
Nought is saue foly within theyr folysshe patis
And thoughe theyr face and vysage stande awryAnd all to reuylde, theyr mouth standynge asydeWithin theyr myrrour the same can they nat spyeBut in theyr foly contynually abydeAnd whether that they ar styll outher go or rydeLabour or be ydyll, they gase styll in theyr glasseYet wyll they nat byleue to haue erys lyke an Asse.
And thoughe theyr face and vysage stande awry
And all to reuylde, theyr mouth standynge asyde
Within theyr myrrour the same can they nat spye
But in theyr foly contynually abyde
And whether that they ar styll outher go or ryde
Labour or be ydyll, they gase styll in theyr glasse
Yet wyll they nat byleue to haue erys lyke an Asse.
Oft whan these folys lye in theyr bed vprightWith tawny loke or els theyr botyll noseThey haue theyr myrrour alway in theyr syghtThe vayne glasse (of theyr beautye) to aposeAnd whan suche a fole into the kechyn goseTo stere the pot, there whether he syt or standeThe glasse alway is in the other hande
Oft whan these folys lye in theyr bed vpright
With tawny loke or els theyr botyll nose
They haue theyr myrrour alway in theyr syght
The vayne glasse (of theyr beautye) to apose
And whan suche a fole into the kechyn gose
To stere the pot, there whether he syt or stande
The glasse alway is in the other hande
Whan he a whyle his glas hath loken thanIf one examynyd hym of his beautyeHe boldly durst swere both by god and manThat nought were in hym whiche myght repreuyd beBut all goodnes, fayre shape, and loke of grauyteAnd that his gere gayly vpon his backe doth sytHe hardly is wyse: if he had any wyt.
Whan he a whyle his glas hath loken than
If one examynyd hym of his beautye
He boldly durst swere both by god and man
That nought were in hym whiche myght repreuyd be
But all goodnes, fayre shape, and loke of grauyte
And that his gere gayly vpon his backe doth syt
He hardly is wyse: if he had any wyt.
I wryten fynde that great inconuenyenceAs losse, contempt and occasyon of prydeHath fallyn vnto many by this lewde complacenceWhiche haue nat knowen the way themself to gydeThe emperour Otho had ay borne by his sydeIn warre and peas (a glasse) for his pleasaunceTo se his colour therin; and countenaunce
I wryten fynde that great inconuenyence
As losse, contempt and occasyon of pryde
Hath fallyn vnto many by this lewde complacence
Whiche haue nat knowen the way themself to gyde
The emperour Otho had ay borne by his syde
In warre and peas (a glasse) for his pleasaunce
To se his colour therin; and countenaunce
And to the entent to make his colour gayWith Assys mylke he noyntyd oft his skynAnd shauyd his berde onys euery dayBut for that he offendyd god hereinAfter was he sharply punysshyd for this synAnd put vnto extreme rebuke and shameTo gyue other example to auoyde the same
And to the entent to make his colour gay
With Assys mylke he noyntyd oft his skyn
And shauyd his berde onys euery day
But for that he offendyd god herein
After was he sharply punysshyd for this syn
And put vnto extreme rebuke and shame
To gyue other example to auoyde the same
It is forsoth a maner femynyneAnd nat for man to be so elegantTo suche toyes wanton wymen may inclyneA yonge mayde may at her forhede haue pendantThe vayne myrrour to se hir shape pleasantMan sholde nought set by to norysshe his beautyeBut onely manhode strength and audacyte
It is forsoth a maner femynyne
And nat for man to be so elegant
To suche toyes wanton wymen may inclyne
A yonge mayde may at her forhede haue pendant
The vayne myrrour to se hir shape pleasant
Man sholde nought set by to norysshe his beautye
But onely manhode strength and audacyte
The wanton mayde may for hir self ordayneHir call hir coyfe, and suche conceytis neweAs broches fyletes and oyntmentis souerayneAnd clothynge of dyuers colour and of heweBut nowe yonge men the same fourme do ensueAnd to content theyr mad and folysshe myndeTo wymen they compare themselfe agaynst kynde
The wanton mayde may for hir self ordayne
Hir call hir coyfe, and suche conceytis newe
As broches fyletes and oyntmentis souerayne
And clothynge of dyuers colour and of hewe
But nowe yonge men the same fourme do ensue
And to content theyr mad and folysshe mynde
To wymen they compare themselfe agaynst kynde
Disorder rayneth as I before haue saydeThe yonge men takyth womans countenaunceAnd hir aparayll, and wymen ar araydeAs men: agaynst all lawe and ordynaunceThus man and woman ensue mysgouernaunceIn theyr behauour is small dyuersyteTheyr owne conceyt causeth great enormyte
Disorder rayneth as I before haue sayde
The yonge men takyth womans countenaunce
And hir aparayll, and wymen ar arayde
As men: agaynst all lawe and ordynaunce
Thus man and woman ensue mysgouernaunce
In theyr behauour is small dyuersyte
Theyr owne conceyt causeth great enormyte
The poet Ouyde shewyth in a fableHowe that one callyd Pygmalyon by nameA fygure made vnto hymselfe semblableWhiche he in marbyll right craftely dyd frameAnd in so moche he worshypped the sameTyll at the last his mynde was past and goneAnd he transformed so was in to that stone
The poet Ouyde shewyth in a fable
Howe that one callyd Pygmalyon by name
A fygure made vnto hymselfe semblable
Whiche he in marbyll right craftely dyd frame
And in so moche he worshypped the same
Tyll at the last his mynde was past and gone
And he transformed so was in to that stone
And if the Poetis fables be all sureAs by theyr subtyle wordes oft we hereThe childe Narcissus was chaungyd of fygureWhyle he behelde into the water clereFor whyle his shadowe vnto hym dyd apereVpon the same so sore he set his myndeThat he transformyd was to another kynde.
And if the Poetis fables be all sure
As by theyr subtyle wordes oft we here
The childe Narcissus was chaungyd of fygure
Whyle he behelde into the water clere
For whyle his shadowe vnto hym dyd apere
Vpon the same so sore he set his mynde
That he transformyd was to another kynde.
But to retorne agayne to our purposeAnd of this sort of Folys to concludeIf god sholde them to other shape transposeThat thynke them fayre though they be foule and rudeInto foule fassyon he many sholde includeFor whyle Folys theyr owne beauty magnyfySo growyth the nomber and so they multyply
But to retorne agayne to our purpose
And of this sort of Folys to conclude
If god sholde them to other shape transpose
That thynke them fayre though they be foule and rude
Into foule fassyon he many sholde include
For whyle Folys theyr owne beauty magnyfy
So growyth the nomber and so they multyply
Thenuoy of Barklay the translatour.
Blynde man inclere thy wylfull ignoraunceStande nat so great in thy owne conceyteNe in thy lewde fassyon set nat thy pleasaunceWhether thou be pore or man of great estateAnother man moche more shall in the wayteOf gode and yll than thou thy self canst doTherfore be nat cause to thy self of disceyteIf one the teche: aply thy mynde therto
Blynde man inclere thy wylfull ignoraunceStande nat so great in thy owne conceyteNe in thy lewde fassyon set nat thy pleasaunceWhether thou be pore or man of great estateAnother man moche more shall in the wayteOf gode and yll than thou thy self canst doTherfore be nat cause to thy self of disceyteIf one the teche: aply thy mynde therto
Blynde man inclere thy wylfull ignoraunce
Stande nat so great in thy owne conceyte
Ne in thy lewde fassyon set nat thy pleasaunce
Whether thou be pore or man of great estate
Another man moche more shall in the wayte
Of gode and yll than thou thy self canst do
Therfore be nat cause to thy self of disceyte
If one the teche: aply thy mynde therto
To their idols doing their service detestable.That fole that settyth his felycyteIn wanton daunces and lepes immoderateHath in my Shyp a rowme for his degreBysyde the stere for troublynge of his pateHe god dyspleasyth, whiche doth suche foly hateSuche lese theyr tyme in vayne and oft therinAr many hurtis: and cause of dedely syn.
That fole that settyth his felycyteIn wanton daunces and lepes immoderateHath in my Shyp a rowme for his degreBysyde the stere for troublynge of his pateHe god dyspleasyth, whiche doth suche foly hateSuche lese theyr tyme in vayne and oft therinAr many hurtis: and cause of dedely syn.
Those folys a place may chalenge in my shypWhiche voyde of wysdome as men out of theyr myndeThem selfe delyte to daunce to lepe and skypIn compase rennynge lyke to the worlde wydeIn vnkynde labour, suche folys pleasour fyndeRennynge about in this theyr furyous vyceLyke as it were in Bacchus sacryfyceOr as the Druydans rennyth in vayne aboutIn theyr mad festes vpon the hylle of ydeMakynge theyr sacrafyce with furour noyse and shoutWhan theyr madnes settyth theyr wyt asydeOr whan the prestis of mars all nyght abydeWithin theyr temple by vse abhomynableTo theyr ydollys doynge theyr seruyce detestableLyke as these paynyms hath to theyr ydols doneTheyr sacryfyce wandrynge in theyr madnesTheyr bodyes weryenge, in vayne wastynge their shoneSo do these fowlys them selfe to daunsynge dresSekynge occason of great vnhappynesThey take suche labour without all hope of gayneWithout rewarde sure, of werynes and payneSay Folys that vse this fury and outrageWhat causyth you to haue delyte therinFor your great labour say what is your wageForsoth ye can therby no profyte wynBut seke occasyon (as I haue sayde) of synAnd for thy werynge thy fete thus in the dustThou gettest no gayne but cause of carnall lustBut whan I consyder of this folysshe gameThe firste begynnynge and cause orygynallI say the cause therof is worthy blameFor whan the deuyll to disceyue man mortallAnd do contempt to the hye god eternallVpon a stage had set a Calfe of golde.That euery man the same myght clere beholdeSo than the Fende grounde of mysgouernaunceCausyd the people this fygure to honourAs for theyr god and before the same to daunce.Whan they were dronkon, thus fell they in errourOf Idolatry, and forgate theyr creatour.Before this ydoll daunsynge both wyfe and manDispysynge god: Thus daunsynge fyrst beganSuche blynde folyes and inconuenyenceEngendryth great hurte and incommodyteAnd sawyth sede wherof groweth great offenceThe grounde of vyce and of all enormyteIn it is pryde, fowle lust and lecheryeAnd whyle lewde lepys ar vysd in the daunceOft frowarde bargayns ar made by countenaunceWhat els is daunsynge but euen a nurceryOr els a bayte to purchase and meyntayneIn yonge hertis the vyle synne of rybawdryThem fe*trynge therin, as in a dedely chayneAnd to say trouth in wordes clere and playneVenereous people haue all theyr hole pleasaunceTheyr vyce to norysshe by this vnthryfty daunceAnd wanton people disposyd vnto synTo satysfye theyr mad concupyscenceWith hasty cours vnto this daunsynge rynTo seke occasyon of vyle synne and offenceAnd to expresse my mynde in short sentenceThis vyciouse game oft tymes doth attyseBy his lewde synes, chast hartis vnto vyceThan it in erth no game is more damnableIt semyth no peas, but Batayle openlyThey that it vse of myndes seme vnstableAs mad folke rennynge with clamour showt and cryWhat place is voyde of this furyous folyNone: so that I dout within a whyleThese folys the holy churche shall defyleOf people what sort or order may we fyndeRyche or pore hye or lowe of nameBut by theyr folysshnes, and wanton myndeOf eche sort some ar gyuen vnto the sameThe prestis and clerkes to daunce haue no shameThe frere or monke in his frocke and cowleMust daunce in his dortor lepynge to play the foleTo it comys children, maydes and wyues.And flaterynge yonge men to se to haue theyr prayThe hande in hande great falshode oft contryuesThe olde quean also this madnes wyll assayAnd the olde dotarde thoughe he skantly mayFor age and lamenes stere outher fote or handeYet playeth he the fole with other in the bandeThan lepe they about as folke past theyr myndeWith madnes amasyd rennynge in compaceHe moste is commendyd that can moste lewdnes fyndeOr can most quyckly ren about the placeThere ar all maners vsyd that lacke graceMouynge theyr bodyes in synes full of shameWhiche doth theyr hertes to synne right sore inflameSo oft this vyce doth many one abuseThat whan they ar departyd from the daunceOn lust and synne contynually they museHauynge therin theyr wyll and theyr pleasaunceThan fall they oft to great mysgouernaunceAs folys gyuyn to worke vnprofytableSo in my shyp they well deserue a babyll.
Those folys a place may chalenge in my shypWhiche voyde of wysdome as men out of theyr myndeThem selfe delyte to daunce to lepe and skypIn compase rennynge lyke to the worlde wydeIn vnkynde labour, suche folys pleasour fyndeRennynge about in this theyr furyous vyceLyke as it were in Bacchus sacryfyce
Those folys a place may chalenge in my shyp
Whiche voyde of wysdome as men out of theyr mynde
Them selfe delyte to daunce to lepe and skyp
In compase rennynge lyke to the worlde wyde
In vnkynde labour, suche folys pleasour fynde
Rennynge about in this theyr furyous vyce
Lyke as it were in Bacchus sacryfyce
Or as the Druydans rennyth in vayne aboutIn theyr mad festes vpon the hylle of ydeMakynge theyr sacrafyce with furour noyse and shoutWhan theyr madnes settyth theyr wyt asydeOr whan the prestis of mars all nyght abydeWithin theyr temple by vse abhomynableTo theyr ydollys doynge theyr seruyce detestable
Or as the Druydans rennyth in vayne about
In theyr mad festes vpon the hylle of yde
Makynge theyr sacrafyce with furour noyse and shout
Whan theyr madnes settyth theyr wyt asyde
Or whan the prestis of mars all nyght abyde
Within theyr temple by vse abhomynable
To theyr ydollys doynge theyr seruyce detestable
Lyke as these paynyms hath to theyr ydols doneTheyr sacryfyce wandrynge in theyr madnesTheyr bodyes weryenge, in vayne wastynge their shoneSo do these fowlys them selfe to daunsynge dresSekynge occason of great vnhappynesThey take suche labour without all hope of gayneWithout rewarde sure, of werynes and payne
Lyke as these paynyms hath to theyr ydols done
Theyr sacryfyce wandrynge in theyr madnes
Theyr bodyes weryenge, in vayne wastynge their shone
So do these fowlys them selfe to daunsynge dres
Sekynge occason of great vnhappynes
They take suche labour without all hope of gayne
Without rewarde sure, of werynes and payne
Say Folys that vse this fury and outrageWhat causyth you to haue delyte therinFor your great labour say what is your wageForsoth ye can therby no profyte wynBut seke occasyon (as I haue sayde) of synAnd for thy werynge thy fete thus in the dustThou gettest no gayne but cause of carnall lust
Say Folys that vse this fury and outrage
What causyth you to haue delyte therin
For your great labour say what is your wage
Forsoth ye can therby no profyte wyn
But seke occasyon (as I haue sayde) of syn
And for thy werynge thy fete thus in the dust
Thou gettest no gayne but cause of carnall lust
But whan I consyder of this folysshe gameThe firste begynnynge and cause orygynallI say the cause therof is worthy blameFor whan the deuyll to disceyue man mortallAnd do contempt to the hye god eternallVpon a stage had set a Calfe of golde.That euery man the same myght clere beholde
But whan I consyder of this folysshe game
The firste begynnynge and cause orygynall
I say the cause therof is worthy blame
For whan the deuyll to disceyue man mortall
And do contempt to the hye god eternall
Vpon a stage had set a Calfe of golde.
That euery man the same myght clere beholde
So than the Fende grounde of mysgouernaunceCausyd the people this fygure to honourAs for theyr god and before the same to daunce.Whan they were dronkon, thus fell they in errourOf Idolatry, and forgate theyr creatour.Before this ydoll daunsynge both wyfe and manDispysynge god: Thus daunsynge fyrst began
So than the Fende grounde of mysgouernaunce
Causyd the people this fygure to honour
As for theyr god and before the same to daunce.
Whan they were dronkon, thus fell they in errour
Of Idolatry, and forgate theyr creatour.
Before this ydoll daunsynge both wyfe and man
Dispysynge god: Thus daunsynge fyrst began
Suche blynde folyes and inconuenyenceEngendryth great hurte and incommodyteAnd sawyth sede wherof groweth great offenceThe grounde of vyce and of all enormyteIn it is pryde, fowle lust and lecheryeAnd whyle lewde lepys ar vysd in the daunceOft frowarde bargayns ar made by countenaunce
Suche blynde folyes and inconuenyence
Engendryth great hurte and incommodyte
And sawyth sede wherof groweth great offence
The grounde of vyce and of all enormyte
In it is pryde, fowle lust and lecherye
And whyle lewde lepys ar vysd in the daunce
Oft frowarde bargayns ar made by countenaunce
What els is daunsynge but euen a nurceryOr els a bayte to purchase and meyntayneIn yonge hertis the vyle synne of rybawdryThem fe*trynge therin, as in a dedely chayneAnd to say trouth in wordes clere and playneVenereous people haue all theyr hole pleasaunceTheyr vyce to norysshe by this vnthryfty daunce
What els is daunsynge but euen a nurcery
Or els a bayte to purchase and meyntayne
In yonge hertis the vyle synne of rybawdry
Them fe*trynge therin, as in a dedely chayne
And to say trouth in wordes clere and playne
Venereous people haue all theyr hole pleasaunce
Theyr vyce to norysshe by this vnthryfty daunce
And wanton people disposyd vnto synTo satysfye theyr mad concupyscenceWith hasty cours vnto this daunsynge rynTo seke occasyon of vyle synne and offenceAnd to expresse my mynde in short sentenceThis vyciouse game oft tymes doth attyseBy his lewde synes, chast hartis vnto vyce
And wanton people disposyd vnto syn
To satysfye theyr mad concupyscence
With hasty cours vnto this daunsynge ryn
To seke occasyon of vyle synne and offence
And to expresse my mynde in short sentence
This vyciouse game oft tymes doth attyse
By his lewde synes, chast hartis vnto vyce
Than it in erth no game is more damnableIt semyth no peas, but Batayle openlyThey that it vse of myndes seme vnstableAs mad folke rennynge with clamour showt and cryWhat place is voyde of this furyous folyNone: so that I dout within a whyleThese folys the holy churche shall defyle
Than it in erth no game is more damnable
It semyth no peas, but Batayle openly
They that it vse of myndes seme vnstable
As mad folke rennynge with clamour showt and cry
What place is voyde of this furyous foly
None: so that I dout within a whyle
These folys the holy churche shall defyle
Of people what sort or order may we fyndeRyche or pore hye or lowe of nameBut by theyr folysshnes, and wanton myndeOf eche sort some ar gyuen vnto the sameThe prestis and clerkes to daunce haue no shameThe frere or monke in his frocke and cowleMust daunce in his dortor lepynge to play the fole
Of people what sort or order may we fynde
Ryche or pore hye or lowe of name
But by theyr folysshnes, and wanton mynde
Of eche sort some ar gyuen vnto the same
The prestis and clerkes to daunce haue no shame
The frere or monke in his frocke and cowle
Must daunce in his dortor lepynge to play the fole
To it comys children, maydes and wyues.And flaterynge yonge men to se to haue theyr prayThe hande in hande great falshode oft contryuesThe olde quean also this madnes wyll assayAnd the olde dotarde thoughe he skantly mayFor age and lamenes stere outher fote or handeYet playeth he the fole with other in the bande
To it comys children, maydes and wyues.
And flaterynge yonge men to se to haue theyr pray
The hande in hande great falshode oft contryues
The olde quean also this madnes wyll assay
And the olde dotarde thoughe he skantly may
For age and lamenes stere outher fote or hande
Yet playeth he the fole with other in the bande
Than lepe they about as folke past theyr myndeWith madnes amasyd rennynge in compaceHe moste is commendyd that can moste lewdnes fyndeOr can most quyckly ren about the placeThere ar all maners vsyd that lacke graceMouynge theyr bodyes in synes full of shameWhiche doth theyr hertes to synne right sore inflame
Than lepe they about as folke past theyr mynde
With madnes amasyd rennynge in compace
He moste is commendyd that can moste lewdnes fynde
Or can most quyckly ren about the place
There ar all maners vsyd that lacke grace
Mouynge theyr bodyes in synes full of shame
Whiche doth theyr hertes to synne right sore inflame
So oft this vyce doth many one abuseThat whan they ar departyd from the daunceOn lust and synne contynually they museHauynge therin theyr wyll and theyr pleasaunceThan fall they oft to great mysgouernaunceAs folys gyuyn to worke vnprofytableSo in my shyp they well deserue a babyll.
So oft this vyce doth many one abuse
That whan they ar departyd from the daunce
On lust and synne contynually they muse
Hauynge therin theyr wyll and theyr pleasaunce
Than fall they oft to great mysgouernaunce
As folys gyuyn to worke vnprofytable
So in my shyp they well deserue a babyll.
Thenuoy of Barklay
Do way your daunces ye people moche vnwyseDesyst your folysshe pleasour of trauayleIt is me thynke an vnwyse vse and gyseTo take suche labour and payne without auayleAnd who that suspectyth his mayde or wyues tayleLet hym nat suffer them in the daunce to beFor in that game thoughe sys or synke them fayleThe dyse oft renneth vpon the chaunce of thre
Do way your daunces ye people moche vnwyseDesyst your folysshe pleasour of trauayleIt is me thynke an vnwyse vse and gyseTo take suche labour and payne without auayleAnd who that suspectyth his mayde or wyues tayleLet hym nat suffer them in the daunce to beFor in that game thoughe sys or synke them fayleThe dyse oft renneth vpon the chaunce of thre
Do way your daunces ye people moche vnwyse
Desyst your folysshe pleasour of trauayle
It is me thynke an vnwyse vse and gyse
To take suche labour and payne without auayle
And who that suspectyth his mayde or wyues tayle
Let hym nat suffer them in the daunce to be
For in that game thoughe sys or synke them fayle
The dyse oft renneth vpon the chaunce of thre
Playing at his leman's door.He is a Fole that wandreth by nyghtIn felde or towne, in company or alonePlaynge at his lemmans dore withouten lyghtTyll all his body be colde as lede or stoneThese folys knockynge tyll the nyght be goneAt that season thoughe that they fele no coldeShall it repent and fele whan they be olde.
He is a Fole that wandreth by nyghtIn felde or towne, in company or alonePlaynge at his lemmans dore withouten lyghtTyll all his body be colde as lede or stoneThese folys knockynge tyll the nyght be goneAt that season thoughe that they fele no coldeShall it repent and fele whan they be olde.
Nowe wolde I of my boke haue made an endeAnd with my shyp drawen to some hauen or porteStryken my sayle, and all my folys sendeVnto the londe, a whyle them selfe to sporteBut this my purpose is lettyd by a sorteOf frantyke folys, wandrynge about by nyghtFor often all yll doers hatyth the day lyghtWhyle (man) beste and euery lyuely creatureRefresshe theyr myndes and bodyes with restAnd slepe: without the whiche none can endureAnd whyle all byrdes drawe them to theyr nestThese dronken bandes of Folys than doth JestAbout the stretis, with rumour noyse and crySyngynge theyr folysshe songes of rybawdryThe furyes ferefull spronge of the flodes of hellVexith these vagabundes in theyr myndes soThat by no mean can they abyde ne dwellWithin theyr howsys, but out they nede must goMore wyldly wandrynge than outher bucke or dooSome with theyr harpis another with his luteAnother with his bagpype or a folysshe fluteThan mesure they theyr songes of melodyBefore the dores of theyr lemman dereYowlynge with theyr folysshe songe and crySo that theyr lemman may theyr great foly hereAnd tyll the yordan make them stande arereCast on theyr hede, or tyll the stonys fleThey nat depart, but couet there styll to beBut yet more ouer these Folys ar so vnwyseThat in colde wynter they vse the same madnesWhan all the howsys ar lade with snowe and yseO mad men amasyd vnstabyll and wytlesWhat pleasour take ye in this your folysshenesWhat ioy haue ye to wander thus by nyghtSaue that yll doers alway hate the lyghtBut folysshe youth doth nat alone this vseCome of lowe byrth and sympyll of degreBut also statis them selfe therein abuseWith some yonge folys of the spiritualteThe folysshe pype without all grauyteDoth eche degre call to this frantyke gameThe darkenes of nyght expellyth fere of shameOne barkyth another bletyth lyke a shepeSome rore, some countre, some theyr balades fayneAnother from syngynge gyueth hym to wepeWhan his souerayne lady hath of hym dysdayneOr shyttyth hym out, and to be short and playneWho that of this sort best can play the knaueLokyth of the other the maystery to haueThe folysshe husbonde oft of this sort is oneWith wanton youth wandrynge by nyght alsoLeuynge his wyfe at home in bed aloneAnd gyueth hyr occasyon often to mysdoSo that whyle he after the owle doth goFedynge the Couko, his wyfe hir tyme doth watcheReceyuynge another whose egges she doth hatche.Therfore ye folys that knowe you of this sortTo gyue occasyon of synne vnto your wyuesAnd all other: I you pray and exortOf this your foly to amende your lyuesFor longe nyght watches seldome tymes thryuesBut if it be in labour: good to wynTherfore kepe your dorys: els abyde withinThoughe I have touchyd of this enormyteIn englysshe tunge: yet is it nat so vsedIn this Royalme as it is beyonde the seYet moche we vse whiche ought to be refusydOf great nyght watchynge we may nat be excusydBut our watchynge is in drunken glotonyMore than in syngynge or other meledyWhan it is nyght and eche shulde drawe to restMany of our folys great payne and watchynge takeTo proue maystryes and se who may drynke bestOuther at the Tauerne of wyne, or the ale stakeOther all nyght watchyth for theyr lemmans sakeStandynge in corners lyke as it were a spyeWhether that the weder be, hote, colde, wete, or drySome other Folys range about by nyghtProwdely Jettynge as men myndeles or wodeTo seke occasyon with pacyent men to fyghtDelytynge them in shedynge mennys blodeOuther els in spoylynge of other mennys godeLet these folys with suche lyke and semblableDrawe to this barge, here shall they here a bable
Nowe wolde I of my boke haue made an endeAnd with my shyp drawen to some hauen or porteStryken my sayle, and all my folys sendeVnto the londe, a whyle them selfe to sporteBut this my purpose is lettyd by a sorteOf frantyke folys, wandrynge about by nyghtFor often all yll doers hatyth the day lyght
Nowe wolde I of my boke haue made an ende
And with my shyp drawen to some hauen or porte
Stryken my sayle, and all my folys sende
Vnto the londe, a whyle them selfe to sporte
But this my purpose is lettyd by a sorte
Of frantyke folys, wandrynge about by nyght
For often all yll doers hatyth the day lyght
Whyle (man) beste and euery lyuely creatureRefresshe theyr myndes and bodyes with restAnd slepe: without the whiche none can endureAnd whyle all byrdes drawe them to theyr nestThese dronken bandes of Folys than doth JestAbout the stretis, with rumour noyse and crySyngynge theyr folysshe songes of rybawdry
Whyle (man) beste and euery lyuely creature
Refresshe theyr myndes and bodyes with rest
And slepe: without the whiche none can endure
And whyle all byrdes drawe them to theyr nest
These dronken bandes of Folys than doth Jest
About the stretis, with rumour noyse and cry
Syngynge theyr folysshe songes of rybawdry
The furyes ferefull spronge of the flodes of hellVexith these vagabundes in theyr myndes soThat by no mean can they abyde ne dwellWithin theyr howsys, but out they nede must goMore wyldly wandrynge than outher bucke or dooSome with theyr harpis another with his luteAnother with his bagpype or a folysshe flute
The furyes ferefull spronge of the flodes of hell
Vexith these vagabundes in theyr myndes so
That by no mean can they abyde ne dwell
Within theyr howsys, but out they nede must go
More wyldly wandrynge than outher bucke or doo
Some with theyr harpis another with his lute
Another with his bagpype or a folysshe flute
Than mesure they theyr songes of melodyBefore the dores of theyr lemman dereYowlynge with theyr folysshe songe and crySo that theyr lemman may theyr great foly hereAnd tyll the yordan make them stande arereCast on theyr hede, or tyll the stonys fleThey nat depart, but couet there styll to be
Than mesure they theyr songes of melody
Before the dores of theyr lemman dere
Yowlynge with theyr folysshe songe and cry
So that theyr lemman may theyr great foly here
And tyll the yordan make them stande arere
Cast on theyr hede, or tyll the stonys fle
They nat depart, but couet there styll to be
But yet more ouer these Folys ar so vnwyseThat in colde wynter they vse the same madnesWhan all the howsys ar lade with snowe and yseO mad men amasyd vnstabyll and wytlesWhat pleasour take ye in this your folysshenesWhat ioy haue ye to wander thus by nyghtSaue that yll doers alway hate the lyght
But yet more ouer these Folys ar so vnwyse
That in colde wynter they vse the same madnes
Whan all the howsys ar lade with snowe and yse
O mad men amasyd vnstabyll and wytles
What pleasour take ye in this your folysshenes
What ioy haue ye to wander thus by nyght
Saue that yll doers alway hate the lyght
But folysshe youth doth nat alone this vseCome of lowe byrth and sympyll of degreBut also statis them selfe therein abuseWith some yonge folys of the spiritualteThe folysshe pype without all grauyteDoth eche degre call to this frantyke gameThe darkenes of nyght expellyth fere of shame
But folysshe youth doth nat alone this vse
Come of lowe byrth and sympyll of degre
But also statis them selfe therein abuse
With some yonge folys of the spiritualte
The folysshe pype without all grauyte
Doth eche degre call to this frantyke game
The darkenes of nyght expellyth fere of shame
One barkyth another bletyth lyke a shepeSome rore, some countre, some theyr balades fayneAnother from syngynge gyueth hym to wepeWhan his souerayne lady hath of hym dysdayneOr shyttyth hym out, and to be short and playneWho that of this sort best can play the knaueLokyth of the other the maystery to haue
One barkyth another bletyth lyke a shepe
Some rore, some countre, some theyr balades fayne
Another from syngynge gyueth hym to wepe
Whan his souerayne lady hath of hym dysdayne
Or shyttyth hym out, and to be short and playne
Who that of this sort best can play the knaue
Lokyth of the other the maystery to haue
The folysshe husbonde oft of this sort is oneWith wanton youth wandrynge by nyght alsoLeuynge his wyfe at home in bed aloneAnd gyueth hyr occasyon often to mysdoSo that whyle he after the owle doth goFedynge the Couko, his wyfe hir tyme doth watcheReceyuynge another whose egges she doth hatche.
The folysshe husbonde oft of this sort is one
With wanton youth wandrynge by nyght also
Leuynge his wyfe at home in bed alone
And gyueth hyr occasyon often to mysdo
So that whyle he after the owle doth go
Fedynge the Couko, his wyfe hir tyme doth watche
Receyuynge another whose egges she doth hatche.
Therfore ye folys that knowe you of this sortTo gyue occasyon of synne vnto your wyuesAnd all other: I you pray and exortOf this your foly to amende your lyuesFor longe nyght watches seldome tymes thryuesBut if it be in labour: good to wynTherfore kepe your dorys: els abyde within
Therfore ye folys that knowe you of this sort
To gyue occasyon of synne vnto your wyues
And all other: I you pray and exort
Of this your foly to amende your lyues
For longe nyght watches seldome tymes thryues
But if it be in labour: good to wyn
Therfore kepe your dorys: els abyde within
Thoughe I have touchyd of this enormyteIn englysshe tunge: yet is it nat so vsedIn this Royalme as it is beyonde the seYet moche we vse whiche ought to be refusydOf great nyght watchynge we may nat be excusydBut our watchynge is in drunken glotonyMore than in syngynge or other meledy
Thoughe I have touchyd of this enormyte
In englysshe tunge: yet is it nat so vsed
In this Royalme as it is beyonde the se
Yet moche we vse whiche ought to be refusyd
Of great nyght watchynge we may nat be excusyd
But our watchynge is in drunken glotony
More than in syngynge or other meledy
Whan it is nyght and eche shulde drawe to restMany of our folys great payne and watchynge takeTo proue maystryes and se who may drynke bestOuther at the Tauerne of wyne, or the ale stakeOther all nyght watchyth for theyr lemmans sakeStandynge in corners lyke as it were a spyeWhether that the weder be, hote, colde, wete, or dry
Whan it is nyght and eche shulde drawe to rest
Many of our folys great payne and watchynge take
To proue maystryes and se who may drynke best
Outher at the Tauerne of wyne, or the ale stake
Other all nyght watchyth for theyr lemmans sake
Standynge in corners lyke as it were a spye
Whether that the weder be, hote, colde, wete, or dry
Some other Folys range about by nyghtProwdely Jettynge as men myndeles or wodeTo seke occasyon with pacyent men to fyghtDelytynge them in shedynge mennys blodeOuther els in spoylynge of other mennys godeLet these folys with suche lyke and semblableDrawe to this barge, here shall they here a bable
Some other Folys range about by nyght
Prowdely Jettynge as men myndeles or wode
To seke occasyon with pacyent men to fyght
Delytynge them in shedynge mennys blode
Outher els in spoylynge of other mennys gode
Let these folys with suche lyke and semblable
Drawe to this barge, here shall they here a bable
Thenuoy of Barclay.
Ye folys that put your bodyes vnto payneBy nyghtly watchynge, voyde of auauntageLeue of your foly or els ye shall complayneAnd mourne it sore if ye lyue vnto ageFor though ye thynke that this your blynde outrageIs vnto you no hurte nor preiudyceIt doth your body and goodes great dammageAnd great cause both to you and yours of vyce.
Ye folys that put your bodyes vnto payneBy nyghtly watchynge, voyde of auauntageLeue of your foly or els ye shall complayneAnd mourne it sore if ye lyue vnto ageFor though ye thynke that this your blynde outrageIs vnto you no hurte nor preiudyceIt doth your body and goodes great dammageAnd great cause both to you and yours of vyce.
Ye folys that put your bodyes vnto payne
By nyghtly watchynge, voyde of auauntage
Leue of your foly or els ye shall complayne
And mourne it sore if ye lyue vnto age
For though ye thynke that this your blynde outrage
Is vnto you no hurte nor preiudyce
It doth your body and goodes great dammage
And great cause both to you and yours of vyce.
The beggar and his children.Syns I haue taken the charge one meMo botis and Barges for Folys to aparayleAnd so agayne of newe to take the seI feryd lyst company shulde me fayleWithin my folysshe shyppis to trauayleBut nowe doth beggers them selfe to me presentFor fewe of them I fynde of good intent
Syns I haue taken the charge one meMo botis and Barges for Folys to aparayleAnd so agayne of newe to take the seI feryd lyst company shulde me fayleWithin my folysshe shyppis to trauayleBut nowe doth beggers them selfe to me presentFor fewe of them I fynde of good intent
A great company of folys may we fyndeAmonge beggers, whiche haue theyr hole delyteIn theyr lewde craft: wherfore I set my myndeIn this Barge theyr maners, brefely for to writeFor thoughe that nede them greuously do byte.Yet is theyr mynde for all theyr pouerteTo kepe with them of children great plenteAnd though that they myght otherwyse well lyueAnd get theyr lyuynge by labour and besynesYet fully they theyr myndes set and gyueTo lede this lyfe alway in wretchydnesThe clerke, frere, or monke, whiche hath store of rychesFor all his lyfe. if he it gyde wysely.Wyll yet the beggers offyce occupySuche oft complayne the charge of pouerteIn garmentis goynge raggyd and to rentBut yet haue they of ryches great plenteWhiche in gode vse can neuer of them be spentAlmys is ordeyned by god omnypotentAnd holy churche: for to be gyuyn in dedeVnto good vse, and suche as haue moste nedeAlmes is ordeyned by god our creatourFor men that lyue in nede and wretchydnesTherwith their paynfull lyues to socourAnd nat for ryche that lyues in viciousnesBut yet suche caytyfs boldly in dare presFor their lewde lyfe without all maner dredeThis almes takynge from them that haue most nedeThe abbot, the Pryour, and also theyr couentAr so blyndyd with vnhappy couetyseThat with theyr owne can they nat be contentBut to haue more, they alway mean deuyseYe: in so moche that some haue founde a gyseTo fayne theyr bretherne tan in captyuyteThat they may begge so by auctoryteThey fayne myracles where none were euer doneAnd all for lucre: some other range aboutTo gather and begge with some fayned pardonAnd at the alehows at nyght all drynkyth outSo ren these beggers in company rowtBy stretis tauernes townes and vyllagysNo place can well be fre of theyr outragysSome begge for byldynges, some for relyques neweOf holy sayntis of countreys farre and strangeAnd with theyr wordes faynyd and vntreweFor cause of Lucre, about they ren and rangeBut in a sympyll vyllage, ferme or grangeWhere as these beggers moste sympyll men may fyndeWith theyr fals bonys as relykes they them blyndeOther beynge stronge and full of lustynesAnd yonge ynoughe to labour for theyr fodeGyuyth theyr bodyes fully to slewthfulnesThe beggers craft thynkynge to them moost goodSome ray theyr legges and armys ouer with bloodWith leuys and plasters though they be hole and soundeSome halt as crypyls, theyr legge falsely vp boundeSome other beggers falsly for the nonysDisfygure theyr children god wot vnhappelyManglynge theyr facys, and brekynge theyr bonysTo stere the people to pety that passe byThere stande they beggynge with tedyous shout and cryThere owne bodyes tournynge to a strange fassionTo moue suche as passe to pyte and compassyonSuche yonge laddys as lusty ar of ageMyghty and stronge, and wymen in lyke wyseWanton and yonge and lusty of cowrageGyueth them selfe vtterly to this gyseThe cause is that they labour do despyseFor theyr mynde is in ydylnes to be styllOr els in vyce to wander at theyr wyllThey paciently theyr prouertye abydeNat for deuocion of herte or of myndeBut to the intent that at euery tydeOther mennys godes sholde them fede and fynde.But if they a whyle haue ron in the wyndeAnd in theyr hande the staf some hete hath caughtThey neuer after shall leue the beggers craftAmonge these beggers also is comonlyBraulynge debate hatered and chydyngeGreat othes, mockes falshode and enuyAnd one with other euer more fyghtyngeAs for theyr dronkennes and vnsure abydyngeTheyr rebaudry both in dede and communycacionThese ar chefe poyntis of theyr occupationIf the begger haue his staf and his hodeOne bagge behynde and another beforeThan thynkes he hym in the myddes of his goodeThoughe that his clothes be raggyd and to toreHis body nere bare he hath no thought therforeAnd if some man cloth them well to dayTo morowe it shall agayne be solde awayAnd if these caytyfes fortune to begge or cryFor mete or money, on woman or on manIf one to them that, that they aske denyAnd so depart: anone these beggers thanWhan he is gone, doth wary curse and banAnd if another gyue them ought of pyteAt the next alestake dronken shall it beBut if that I sholde gather in my bargeAll folysshe beggers, and labour or intendeTo note all theyr vyces, to sore sholde be the chargeAnd as I suppose I neuer sholde make an ende.Wherfore I counsell them shortly to amendeOr els theyr lewdnes, synne, and enormyteShall cause men withdrawe theyr almes of charyte
A great company of folys may we fyndeAmonge beggers, whiche haue theyr hole delyteIn theyr lewde craft: wherfore I set my myndeIn this Barge theyr maners, brefely for to writeFor thoughe that nede them greuously do byte.Yet is theyr mynde for all theyr pouerteTo kepe with them of children great plente
A great company of folys may we fynde
Amonge beggers, whiche haue theyr hole delyte
In theyr lewde craft: wherfore I set my mynde
In this Barge theyr maners, brefely for to write
For thoughe that nede them greuously do byte.
Yet is theyr mynde for all theyr pouerte
To kepe with them of children great plente
And though that they myght otherwyse well lyueAnd get theyr lyuynge by labour and besynesYet fully they theyr myndes set and gyueTo lede this lyfe alway in wretchydnesThe clerke, frere, or monke, whiche hath store of rychesFor all his lyfe. if he it gyde wysely.Wyll yet the beggers offyce occupy
And though that they myght otherwyse well lyue
And get theyr lyuynge by labour and besynes
Yet fully they theyr myndes set and gyue
To lede this lyfe alway in wretchydnes
The clerke, frere, or monke, whiche hath store of ryches
For all his lyfe. if he it gyde wysely.
Wyll yet the beggers offyce occupy
Suche oft complayne the charge of pouerteIn garmentis goynge raggyd and to rentBut yet haue they of ryches great plenteWhiche in gode vse can neuer of them be spentAlmys is ordeyned by god omnypotentAnd holy churche: for to be gyuyn in dedeVnto good vse, and suche as haue moste nede
Suche oft complayne the charge of pouerte
In garmentis goynge raggyd and to rent
But yet haue they of ryches great plente
Whiche in gode vse can neuer of them be spent
Almys is ordeyned by god omnypotent
And holy churche: for to be gyuyn in dede
Vnto good vse, and suche as haue moste nede
Almes is ordeyned by god our creatourFor men that lyue in nede and wretchydnesTherwith their paynfull lyues to socourAnd nat for ryche that lyues in viciousnesBut yet suche caytyfs boldly in dare presFor their lewde lyfe without all maner dredeThis almes takynge from them that haue most nede
Almes is ordeyned by god our creatour
For men that lyue in nede and wretchydnes
Therwith their paynfull lyues to socour
And nat for ryche that lyues in viciousnes
But yet suche caytyfs boldly in dare pres
For their lewde lyfe without all maner drede
This almes takynge from them that haue most nede
The abbot, the Pryour, and also theyr couentAr so blyndyd with vnhappy couetyseThat with theyr owne can they nat be contentBut to haue more, they alway mean deuyseYe: in so moche that some haue founde a gyseTo fayne theyr bretherne tan in captyuyteThat they may begge so by auctoryte
The abbot, the Pryour, and also theyr couent
Ar so blyndyd with vnhappy couetyse
That with theyr owne can they nat be content
But to haue more, they alway mean deuyse
Ye: in so moche that some haue founde a gyse
To fayne theyr bretherne tan in captyuyte
That they may begge so by auctoryte
They fayne myracles where none were euer doneAnd all for lucre: some other range aboutTo gather and begge with some fayned pardonAnd at the alehows at nyght all drynkyth outSo ren these beggers in company rowtBy stretis tauernes townes and vyllagysNo place can well be fre of theyr outragys
They fayne myracles where none were euer done
And all for lucre: some other range about
To gather and begge with some fayned pardon
And at the alehows at nyght all drynkyth out
So ren these beggers in company rowt
By stretis tauernes townes and vyllagys
No place can well be fre of theyr outragys
Some begge for byldynges, some for relyques neweOf holy sayntis of countreys farre and strangeAnd with theyr wordes faynyd and vntreweFor cause of Lucre, about they ren and rangeBut in a sympyll vyllage, ferme or grangeWhere as these beggers moste sympyll men may fyndeWith theyr fals bonys as relykes they them blynde
Some begge for byldynges, some for relyques newe
Of holy sayntis of countreys farre and strange
And with theyr wordes faynyd and vntrewe
For cause of Lucre, about they ren and range
But in a sympyll vyllage, ferme or grange
Where as these beggers moste sympyll men may fynde
With theyr fals bonys as relykes they them blynde
Other beynge stronge and full of lustynesAnd yonge ynoughe to labour for theyr fodeGyuyth theyr bodyes fully to slewthfulnesThe beggers craft thynkynge to them moost goodSome ray theyr legges and armys ouer with bloodWith leuys and plasters though they be hole and soundeSome halt as crypyls, theyr legge falsely vp bounde
Other beynge stronge and full of lustynes
And yonge ynoughe to labour for theyr fode
Gyuyth theyr bodyes fully to slewthfulnes
The beggers craft thynkynge to them moost good
Some ray theyr legges and armys ouer with blood
With leuys and plasters though they be hole and sounde
Some halt as crypyls, theyr legge falsely vp bounde
Some other beggers falsly for the nonysDisfygure theyr children god wot vnhappelyManglynge theyr facys, and brekynge theyr bonysTo stere the people to pety that passe byThere stande they beggynge with tedyous shout and cryThere owne bodyes tournynge to a strange fassionTo moue suche as passe to pyte and compassyon
Some other beggers falsly for the nonys
Disfygure theyr children god wot vnhappely
Manglynge theyr facys, and brekynge theyr bonys
To stere the people to pety that passe by
There stande they beggynge with tedyous shout and cry
There owne bodyes tournynge to a strange fassion
To moue suche as passe to pyte and compassyon
Suche yonge laddys as lusty ar of ageMyghty and stronge, and wymen in lyke wyseWanton and yonge and lusty of cowrageGyueth them selfe vtterly to this gyseThe cause is that they labour do despyseFor theyr mynde is in ydylnes to be styllOr els in vyce to wander at theyr wyll
Suche yonge laddys as lusty ar of age
Myghty and stronge, and wymen in lyke wyse
Wanton and yonge and lusty of cowrage
Gyueth them selfe vtterly to this gyse
The cause is that they labour do despyse
For theyr mynde is in ydylnes to be styll
Or els in vyce to wander at theyr wyll
They paciently theyr prouertye abydeNat for deuocion of herte or of myndeBut to the intent that at euery tydeOther mennys godes sholde them fede and fynde.But if they a whyle haue ron in the wyndeAnd in theyr hande the staf some hete hath caughtThey neuer after shall leue the beggers craft
They paciently theyr prouertye abyde
Nat for deuocion of herte or of mynde
But to the intent that at euery tyde
Other mennys godes sholde them fede and fynde.
But if they a whyle haue ron in the wynde
And in theyr hande the staf some hete hath caught
They neuer after shall leue the beggers craft
Amonge these beggers also is comonlyBraulynge debate hatered and chydyngeGreat othes, mockes falshode and enuyAnd one with other euer more fyghtyngeAs for theyr dronkennes and vnsure abydyngeTheyr rebaudry both in dede and communycacionThese ar chefe poyntis of theyr occupation
Amonge these beggers also is comonly
Braulynge debate hatered and chydynge
Great othes, mockes falshode and enuy
And one with other euer more fyghtynge
As for theyr dronkennes and vnsure abydynge
Theyr rebaudry both in dede and communycacion
These ar chefe poyntis of theyr occupation
If the begger haue his staf and his hodeOne bagge behynde and another beforeThan thynkes he hym in the myddes of his goodeThoughe that his clothes be raggyd and to toreHis body nere bare he hath no thought therforeAnd if some man cloth them well to dayTo morowe it shall agayne be solde away
If the begger haue his staf and his hode
One bagge behynde and another before
Than thynkes he hym in the myddes of his goode
Thoughe that his clothes be raggyd and to tore
His body nere bare he hath no thought therfore
And if some man cloth them well to day
To morowe it shall agayne be solde away
And if these caytyfes fortune to begge or cryFor mete or money, on woman or on manIf one to them that, that they aske denyAnd so depart: anone these beggers thanWhan he is gone, doth wary curse and banAnd if another gyue them ought of pyteAt the next alestake dronken shall it be
And if these caytyfes fortune to begge or cry
For mete or money, on woman or on man
If one to them that, that they aske deny
And so depart: anone these beggers than
Whan he is gone, doth wary curse and ban
And if another gyue them ought of pyte
At the next alestake dronken shall it be
But if that I sholde gather in my bargeAll folysshe beggers, and labour or intendeTo note all theyr vyces, to sore sholde be the chargeAnd as I suppose I neuer sholde make an ende.Wherfore I counsell them shortly to amendeOr els theyr lewdnes, synne, and enormyteShall cause men withdrawe theyr almes of charyte
But if that I sholde gather in my barge
All folysshe beggers, and labour or intende
To note all theyr vyces, to sore sholde be the charge
And as I suppose I neuer sholde make an ende.
Wherfore I counsell them shortly to amende
Or els theyr lewdnes, synne, and enormyte
Shall cause men withdrawe theyr almes of charyte
Thenuoy of Barclay the translatour.