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Thus y robed in russet romed I aboute	A
Al in a somer seson for to seke Do wel	B
And frayned full ofte of folk that I mette	A
If any wight wiste wher Do wel was at inne	C
And what man he myghte be of many man I asked	A
Was nevere wight as I wente that me wisse kouthe	D
Where this leode lenged lasse ne moore	E
Til it bifel on a Friday two freres I mette	A
Maisters of the Menours men of grete witte	A
I hailsed them hendely as I hadde y lerned	A
And preede them par charite er thei passed ferther	E
If thei knew any contree or costes as thei wente	A
'Where that Do wel dwelleth dooth me to witene'	C
For thei be men of this moolde that moost wide walken	C
And knowen contrees and courtes and many kynnes places	F
Bothe princes paleises and povere mennes cotes	G
And Do wel and Do yvele where thei dwelle bothe	D
'Amonges us' quod the Menours 'that man is dwellynge	H
And evere hath as I hope and evere shal herafter '	I
' Contra ' quod I as a clerc and comsed to disputen	C
And seide hem soothly ' Septies in die cadit justus '	I
'Sevene sithes seeth the book synneth the rightfulle	B
And who so synneth ' I seide 'dooth yvele as me thynketh	D
And Do wel and Do yvele mowe noght dwelle togideres	G
Ergo he nis noght alway among you freres	G
He is outher while ellis where to wisse the peple '	I
'I shal seye thee my sone' seide the frere thanne	C
'How seven sithes the sadde man on a day synneth	D
By a forbisne' quod the frere 'I shal thee faire showe	J
Lat brynge a man in a boot amydde the brode watre	E
The wynd and the water and the boot waggyng	K
Maketh the man many a tyme to falle and to stonde	A
For stonde he never so stif he stumbleth if he meve	L
Ac yet is he saaf and sound and so hym bihoveth	D
For if he ne arise the rather and raughte to the steere	E
The wynd wolde with the water the boot over throwe	J
And thanne were his lif lost thorough lackesse of hymselve	L
And thus it falleth ' quod the frere 'by folk here on erthe	D
The water is likned to the world that wanyeth and wexeth	D
The goodes of this grounde arn like to the grete wawes	G
That as wyndes and wedres walketh aboute	A
The boot is likned to oure body that brotel is of kynde	A
That thorough the fend and the flesshe and the frele worlde	A
Synneth the sadde man a day seven sithes	G
Ac dedly synne doth he noght for Do wel hym kepeth	D
And that is Charite the champion chief help ayein Synne	C
For he strengtheth men to stonde and steereth mannes soule	B
And though the body bowe as boot dooth in the watre	E
Ay is thi soul saaf but if thou wole thiselve	L
Do a deedly synne and drenche so thi soule	B
God wole suffre wel thi sleuthe if thiself liketh	D
For he yaf thee a yeres gyve to yeme wel thiselve	L
And that is wit and free wil to every wight a porcion	C
To fleynge foweles to fisshes and to beastes	G
Ac man hath moost thereof and moost is to blame	M
But if he werch wel therwith as Do wel hym techeth '	I
'I have no kynde knowyng ' quod I 'to conceyven alle your wordes	G
Ac if I may lyve and loke I shall go lerne bettre '	I
'I bikenne thee Christ ' quod he 'that on cros deyde '	I
And I seide 'the same save you fro myschaunce	G
And gyve you grace on this grounde goode men to worthe '	I
And thus I wente wide wher walkyng myn one	C
By a wilderness and by a wodes side	A
Blisse of the briddes Broughte me a slepe	N
And under a lynde upon a launde lened I a stounde	A
To lythe the layes the lovely foweles made	A
Murthe of hire mowthes made me ther to slepe	N
The merveillouseste metels mette me thanne	C
That ever dremed wight in worlde as I wene	C
A muche man as me thoughte and like to myselve	L
Cam and called me by my kynde name	M
'What artow ' quod I tho 'that thow my name knowest '	I
'That woost wel ' quod he 'and no wight bettre '	I
'Woot I what thou art ' 'Thought ' seide he thanne	C
'I have sued thee this seven yeer seye thou me no rather '	I
'Artow Thought ' quod I thoo 'thow koudest me wisse	G
Where that Do wel dwelleth and do me that to knowe '	I
'Do wel and Do bet and Do best the thridde ' quod he	O
'Arn thre fair vertues and ben noght fer to fynde	A
Who so is trewe of his tunge and of his two handes	G
And thorugh his labour or thorugh his land his liflode wynneth	D
And is trusty of his tailende taketh but his owene	C
And is noght dronklewe ne dedeynous Do wel hym folweth	D
Do bet dooth ryght thus ac he dooth much more	E
He is as lowe as a lomb and lovelich of speche	P
And helpeth alle men after that hem nedeth	D
The bagges and the bigirdles he hath to broke hem alle	B
That the Erl Avarous heeld and hise heires	G
And thus with Mammonaes moneie he hath maad hym frendes	G
And is ronne to religion and hath rendred the Bible	B
And precheth to the peple Seint Poules wordes	G
Libenter suffertis insipientes cum sitis ipsi sapientes	G
'And suffreth the unwise' with you for to libbe	Q
And with glad will dooth hem good and so God you hoteth	D
Do best is above bothe and bereth a bisshopes crosse	G
Is hoked on that oon ende to halie men fro helle	B
A pik is on that potente to putte a down the wikked	A
That waiten any wikkednesse Do wel to tene	C
And Do wel and Do bet amonges hem han ordeyned	A
To crowne oon to be kyng to rulen hem bothe	D
That if Do wel or Do bet dide ayein Do best	A
Thanne shal the kyng come and casten hem in irens	G
And but if Do best bede for hem thei to be there for evere	E
Thus Do wel and Do bet and Do best the thridde	A
Crouned oon to the kyng to kepen hem alle	B
And to rule the reme by hire thre wittes	G
And noon oother wise but as thei thre assented '	I
I thonked Thoght tho that he me thus taughte	A
'Ac yet savoreth me noght thi seying I coveit to lerne	C
How Do wel Do bet and Do best doon among the peple '	I
'But Wit konne wisse thee ' quod Thoght 'Where tho thre dwelle	B
Ellis woot I noon that kan that now is alyve '	I
Thoght and I thus thre daies we yeden	C
Disputyng upon Do wel day after oother	E
And er we were war with Wit gonne we mete	A
He was long and lene lik to noon other	E
Was no pride on his apparaille ne poverte neither	E
Sad of his semblaunt and of softe chere	E
I dorste meve no matere to maken hym to jangle	B
But as I bad Thoght thoo be mene bitwene	C
And pute forth som purpos to preven his wittes	G
What was Do wel fro Do bet and Do best from hem bothe	D
Thanne Thoght in that tyme seide these wordes	G
'Where Do wel Do bet and Do best ben in londe	A
Here is Wil wolde wite if Wit koude teche him	R
And whether he be man or woman this man fayn wolde aspie	N
And werchen as thei thre wolde thus is his entente'	A

William Langland

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