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'This were a wikkede wey but whoso hadde a gyde	A
That myghte folwen us ech a foot' thus this folk hem mened	A
Quod Perkyn the Plowman ' By Seint Peter of Rome	B
I have an half acre to erie by the heighe weye	C
Hadde I cryed this half acre and sowen it after	D
I wolde wende with yow and the wey teche '	E
'This were a long lettyng ' quod a lady in a scleyre	D
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'What sholde we wommen werche the while '	-
'Somme shul sowe the sak ' quod Piers ' for shedyng of the whete	A
And ye lovely ladies with youre longe fyngres	F
That ye have silk and sandel to sowe whan tyme is	F
Chesibles for chapeleyns chirches to honoure	D
Wyves and widewes wolle and flex spynneth	G
Maketh cloth I counseille yow and kenneth so youre doughtres	F
The nedy and the naked nymeth hede how thei liggeth	G
And casteth hem clothes for so commaundeth Truthe	G
For I shal lenen hem liflode but if the lond faille	H
As longe as I lyve for the Lordes love of hevene	I
And alle manere of men that by mete and drynke libbeth	G
Helpeth hym to werche wightliche that wynneth youre foode '	-
'By Crist ' quod a knyght thoo 'he kenneth us the beste	A
Ac on the teme trewely taught was I nevere	D
Ac kenne me ' quod the knyght 'and by Crist I wole assaye '	-
'By Seint Poul ' quod Perkyn 'Ye profre yow so faire	D
That I shal swynke and swete and sowe for us bothe	G
And ek labour e for thi love al my lif tyme	B
In covenaunt that thow kepe Holy Kirke and myselve	J
Fro wastours and fro wikked men that this world destruyeth	G
And go hunte hardiliche to hares and foxes	F
To bores and to bukkes that breken down myne hegges	F
And go affaite thi faucons wilde foweles to kille	H
For thei cometh to my croft and croppeth my whete '	-
Curteisly the knyght thanne co nseyved thise wordes	F
'By my power Piers I plighte thee my trouthe	G
To fulfille this forward though I fighte sholde	A
Als longe as I lyve I shal thee mayntene '	-
' Ye and yet a point ' quod Piers 'I preye yow of moore	D
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Loke ye tene no tenaunt but Truthe wole assente	A
And though ye mowe amercy hem lat mercy be taxour	D
And mekenesse thi maister maugree Medes chekes	F
And though povere men profre yow presentes and yiftes	F
Nyme it noght an aventure thow mowe it noght deserve	J
For thow shalt yelde it ayein at one yeres ende	A
In a ful perilous place Purgatorie it hatte	A
And mysbede noght thi bondemen the bettre may thow spede	A
Though he be thyn underlyng here wel may happe in hevene	I
That he worth worthier set and with moore blisse	F
Amice ascende superius	F
For in charnel at chirche cherles ben yvel to knowe	K
Or a knyght from a knave there knowe this in thyn herte	A
And that thow be trewe of thi tonge and tales that thow hatie	A
But if thei ben of wisdom or of wit thi werkmen to chaste	A
Hold with none harlotes ne here noght hir tales	F
And namely at the mete swiche men eschuwe	K
For it ben the develes disours I do the to understonde '	-
'I assente by Seint Jame ' seide the knyght thanne	I
'For to werche by thi wordes the while my lif dureth '	-
'And I shal apparaille me ' quod Perkyn 'in pilgrymes wise	F
And wende with yow I wile til we fynde Truthe '	-
He caste on hise clothes yclouted and hole	H
Hise cokeres and hise coffes for cold of hise nailes	F
And heng his hoper at his hals in stede of a scryppe	L
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'A busshel of bred corn brynge me therinne	I
For I wol sowe it myself and sithenes wol I wende	A
To pilgrymage as palmeres doon pardon for to have	J
And whoso helpeth me to erie or sowen here er I wende	A
Shal have leve by Oure Lord to lese here in hervest	A
And make hym murie thermyd maugree whoso bigruccheth it	A
And alle kynne crafty men that konne lyven in truthe	G
I shal fynden hem fode that feithfulliche libbeth	G
Save Jakke the Jogelour and Jonette of the Stuwes	F
And Danyel the Dees pleyere and Denote the Baude	A
And Frere the Faitour and folk of his ordre	D
And Robin the Ribaudour for hise rusty wordes	F
Truthe tolde me ones and bad me telle it forth	G
Deleantur de libro vivencium I sholde noght dele with hem	B
For Holy Chirche is hote of hem no tithe to aske	M
Quia cum iustis non scribantur	D
Thei ben ascaped good aventure now God hem amende '	-
Dame Werch whan tyme is Piers wif highte	A
His doughter highte Do right so or thi dame shal thee bete	A
His sone highte Suffre thi Sovereyns to haven hir wille	H
Deme hem noght for if thow doost thow shalt it deere abugge	M
Lat God yworthe with al for so His word techeth	G
'For now I am old and hoor and have of myn owene	I
To penaunce and to pilgrimage I wol passe with thise othere	D
Forthi I wole er I wende do write my biqueste	A
In Dei nomine Amen I make it myselve	J
' He shal have my soule that best hath deserved it	A
And defende it fro the fend for so I bileve	J
Til I come to hise acountes as my crede me telleth	G
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To have a relees and a remission on that rental I leve	J
'The kirke shal have my caroyne and kepe my bones	F
For of my corn and catel he craved the tithe	G
I paide it hym prestly for peril of my soule	H
Forthi is he holden I hope to have me in his masse	F
And mengen me in his memorie amonges alle Cristene	I
' My wif shal have of that I wan with truthe and namoore	D
And dele among my doughtres and my deere children	I
For though I deye today my dettes are quyte	A
I bar hom that I borwed er I to bedde yede	A
And with the residue and the remenaunt by the Rode of Lukes	F
I wol worshipe therwith Truthe by my lyve	J
And ben His pilgrym atte plow for povere mennes sake	M
My plowpote shal be my pikstaf and picche atwo the rotes	F
And helpe my cultour to kerve and clense the furwes '	-
Now is Perkyn and thise pilgrimes to the plow faren	I
To erie this half acre holpen hym manye	C
Dikeres and delveres digged up the balkes	F
Therwith was Perkyn apayed and preised hem faste	A
Othere werkmen ther were that wroghten ful yerne	I
Ech man in his manere made hymself to doone	I
And somme to plese Perkyn piked up the wedes	F
At heigh prime Piers leet the plough stonde	A
To oversen hem hymself whoso best wroghte	A
He sholde be hired therafter whan hervest tyme come	B
Thanne seten somme and songen atte nale	H
And holpen ere this half acre with 'How trolly lolly '	-
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'Now by the peril of my soule ' quod Piers al in pure tene	I
'But ye arise the rather and rape yow to werche	N
Shal no greyn that here groweth glade yow at nede	A
And though ye deye for doel the devel have that recche '	-
Tho were faitours afered and feyned hem blynde	A
Somme leide hir legges aliry as swiche losels konneth	G
And made hir pleynt to Piers and preide hym of grace	F
'For we have no lymes to laboure with lord ygraced be ye	C
Ac we preie for yow Piers and for youre plowgh bothe	G
That God of his grace youre greyn multiplie	H
And yelde yow of youre almesse that ye yyve us here	D
For we may neither swynke ne swete swich siknesse us eyleth '	-
If it be sooth ' quod Piers 'that ye seyn I shal it soone aspie	L
Ye ben wastours I woot wel and Truthe woot the sothe	G
And I am his olde hyne and highte hym to warne	I
Whiche thei were in this world hise werkmen apeired	A
Ye wasten that men wynnen with travaille and with tene	I
Ac Truthe shal teche yow his teme to dryve	J
Or ye shul eten barly breed and of the broke drynke	M
But if he be blynd or brokelegged or bolted with irens	F
He shal ete whete breed and with myselve drynke	M
Til God of his goodnesse garisoun hym sende	A
Ac ye myghte travaille as Truthe wolde and take mete and hyre	D
To kepe kyen in the feld the corn fro the bestes	F
Diken or delven or dyngen upon sheves	F
Or helpe make morter or bere muk afeld	A
In lecherie and losengerie ye lyven and in sleuthe	G
And al is thorugh suffraunce that vengeaunce yow ne taketh	G
'Ac ancres and heremites that eten but at Nones	F
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And na moore er morwe myn almesse shul thei have	J
And of my catel to cope hem with that han cloistre	D

William Langland

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