And he that is a riatour al his lyf, And hathe his felaw and neyghburghe in dispite, And woundithe hymself withe his owne knyf, And of oo candel wenythe twoo were light; Slepithe on the day and wacchith al the nyght, That al masses be don long or he redy be, Suche oon may clayme, bi verray title of right, To be a brother of theym that shal never the. Who holdithe it tresour that that he wysshithe, And hathe nothyng but bones for his fee, To al suche, that non of hem shal the. Whan the gander grasithe on the grene, The sleyghti fox dothe hir brode biholde, He takithe the fat and cast awey the leene, And sigrums chief wardeyn of the folde, Takithe to his larder at what price he wold, Of gretter lambren, j., ij., or thre, In wynter nyghtis frostis bien so colde, The sheppard slepithe, God lete hym never the! A foreyn liknesse whiche shal no man displease, Thoughe al the flokke hathe but smal foysoune, He slepithe at leysor, makithe noyse none nor sowne, Amonge theyr subjettis, God lete theyn never the ! Withe ful wombe they preche of abstynence, Newe false report, withe many a glosyng tale; The jay more cherisshed than the nyghtyngale, Tabourers withe theyr mokkes and false dupplicité Please more these dayes, whan stuffid is theyr male, Withe farced flateryng, God lete hem never the! Paterfamulias, wise and expert of olde, Shulde sette botraille atwene derk and lighte, So prudently governe theyr housholde, To knowe a flight draake from a sterre bright, Owlis and battis of reasoun flee bi nyght, Late pluk theyr fethers that they mow nat flee, For false nyght rowners han hyndred many a wight, Al suche benche whistelers, God lete hem never the! Late Janus bifrons have none interesse, Whitche in oon hoode can shewe a double face; Voyde camelyon, whiche of new fangelnesse, Lord of that housholde is never like to the. Swiche a frary requyrithe Goddis curs, And I be shrewe al suche counsaillours, AS STRAIGHT AS A RAM'S HORN. [Addressed probably to Henry VI. From MS. Harl. 172, fol. 71-72. There is another copy in MS. Harl. 4011.] CONVEYEDE BY LYNE RYGHT AS A RAMMYS HORNE. ALLE ryghtwysnes now dothe procede, Prynces of custome meyntene ryght in dede, Knyghthode wolle suffre no falsehede, And presthode hathe refusyde al rychesse; Relygyous of veraye holynesse With vertuous bene on heyght up borne, Envye in cloystres hathe none entresse, Conveyede by lyne ryght as a rammes horne. Marchandys of lucre takethe nowe none hede, That of the daye they wolle none houre be lorne, With swete and travayle avoydynge ydelnesse, Conveyede be lyne ryght as a rammys horne. Pore folkes pleyne them for noo nede, Conveyed by lyne ryght as a rammes horne. Ypocrysie chaungede hathe hys wede, Take an habyte of vertues gladnesse, To afferme thys dyté trewlye by processe, Oute of thys lande, and ellys God forbede ! Feynynge outelawede and alsoo falseness, Flaterye ys fledde for verraye shame and drede, Ryche and pore have chose hem to sadnessc; Wymmene lefte pride and take hem to mekenes, Whoos pacyens ys newe waat and shorne, Ther tunges have no carage of sharpenes, Conveyede by lyne, ryghte as a rammys horne. Prynce! remembre, and prudently take hede, Oure feithe not haltithe but lenythe on hys crede, Thorghte ryght beleve the dede berythe witnes, Heretykys have lefte there frowadnes, Wedyde the cokkelle frome the puryd corne, Thus eche astate ys governede in sothenes, Conveyed by lyne ryght as a rammes horne. Quod John Ludgate. THE CONCORDS OF COMPANY. CONSULO QUISQUIS ERIS, QUI PACIS FEDERA QUERIS, [From MS. Harl. 2255, fol. 1-3.] LYKE THE AUDIENCE SO UTTIR THY LANGUAGE. I CONSEYL What so evyr thou be, Off policye, forsighte, and prudence; Yiff thou wilt lyve in pees and unité, Conforme thysylff and thynk on this sentence, |