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Treuthe herde telle herof and to Piers sente	A
To taken his teme and tilien the erthe	B
And purchaced hym a pardoun a pena et a culpa	C
For hym and for hyse heirs for ever oore after	D
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And bad hym holde hym at home and erien hise Ieyes	E
And alle that holpen hym to erye to sette or to sowe	F
or any man er mestier that myghte Piers availe	G
Pardon with Piers Plowman Truthe hath ygraunted	A
Kynges and knyghtes that kepen Holy Chirche	H
And rightfully in remes rulen the peple	G
Han pardon thorugh purgatorie to passen ful lightly	G
With patriarkes and prophetes in paradis to be felawe	F
Bysshopes yblessed if thei ben as thei sholde	A
Legistres of bothe lawes the lewed therwith to preche	H
And in as muche as thei mowe amenden alle synfulle	G
Arn peres with the Apostles this pardon Piers sheweth	B
And at the day of dome at the heighe deys to sitte	A
Marchaunts in the margyne hadde manye yeres	E
Ac noon A pena et a culpa the Pope nolde hem graunte	A
For thei holde noght hir halidayes as Holy Chirche techeth	B
And for thei swere 'by hir soule' and so God moste hem helpe'	C
Ayein clene Conseience hir catel to selle	G
Ac under his secret seel Truthe sente hem a lettre	D
And bad hem buggen boldely what hem best liked	A
And sithenes selle it ayein and save the wynnyng	I
And amende mesondieux thermyd and myseise folk helpe	C
And wikkede weyes wightly amende	A
And do boote to brugges that tobroke were	D
Marien maydenes or maken hem nonnes	E
Povere peple and prisons fynden hem hir foode	A
And sette soolers to scole or to som othere craftes	E
Releve Religion and renten hem bettre	D
'And I shal sende yow myselve Seynt Michel myn angel	G
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That no devel shal yow dere ne in youre deying fere yow	J
And witen yow fro wanhope if ye wol thus werche	H
And sende youre soules in saufte to my Seintes in joye '	-
Thanne were marchaunts murie manye wepten for joye	K
And preiseden Piers the Plowman that purchaced this bulle	G
Men of lawe leest pardon hadde that pleteden for mede	A
For the Sauter saveth hem noght swiche as take yiftes	E
And nameliche of innocents that noon yvel ne konneth	B
Super innocentem munera non accipies	E
Pledours sholde peynen hem to plede for swiche and helpe	C
Princes and prelates sholde paie for hire travaille	G
A regibus et principibus erit merces eorum	L
Ac many a justice and jurour wolde for Johan do moore	D
Than pro Deipietate leve thow noon oother	D
Ac he that spendeth his speche and speketh for the povere	D
That is innocent and nedy and no man apeireth	B
Conforteth hym in that caas coveit eth noght hise yiftes	E
And for Oure Lordes love lawe for hym sheweth	B
Shal no devel at his deeth day deren hym a myte	A
That he ne worth saaf and his soule the Sauter bereth witnesse	E
Domine quis habitabit in tabernaculo tuo	A
Ac to bugge water ne wynd ne wit ne fir the ferthe	B
Thise foure the Fader of Hevene made to this foold in commune	M
Thise ben Truthes tresores trewe folk to helpe	C
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That nevere shul wex ne wanye withouten God hymselve	N
Whan thei drawen on to the deth and indulgences wolde have	N
His pardon is ful petit at his partyng hennes	E
That any mede of mene men for hir motyng taketh	B
Ye legistres and lawieres if I lye witeth Mathew	B
Quodcumque vultis ut faciant vobis homines facite eis	E
Alle libbynge laborers that lyven with hir hondes	E
That treweliche taken and treweliche wynnen	M
And lyven in love and in lawe for hir lowe herte	A
Haveth the same absolucion that sent was to Piers	E
Beggeres and bidderes beth noght in the bulle	G
But if the suggestion be sooth that shapeth hem to begge	I
For he that beggeth or bit but it he have nede	A
He is fals with the feend and defraudeth the nedy	A
And also gileth the gyvere ageynes his wille	G
For if he wiste he were noght nedy he wolde that yyve	N
Another that were moore nedy than he so the nedieste sholde be holpe	C
Caton kenneth me thus and the Clerc of the Stories	E
Cui des videto is Catons techyng	I
And in the Stories he techeth to bistowe thyn almesse	E
Sit elemosina tua in manu tua donec studes cui des	E
Ac Gregory was a good man and bad us gyven alle	G
	-
That asketh for His love that us al leneth	B
Non eligas cui miserearis ne forte pretereas illum qui meretur	D
accipere quia incertum est pro quo Deo magis placeas	E
For wite ye nevere who is worthi ac God woot who hath nede	A
In hym that taketh is the trecherie if any treson walke	I
For he that yeveth yeldeth and yarketh hym to reste	A
And he that biddeth borweth and bryngeth hymself in dette	A
For beggeres borwen everemo and hir borgh is God Almyghty	A
To yelden hem that yeveth hem and yet usure moore	D
Quare non dedisti pecuniam meam ad mensam ut	A
ego ueniens cum usuris exegissem utique illam	L
Forthi biddeth noght ye beggeres but if ye have gret nede	A
For whoso hath to buggen hym breed the Book bereth witnesse	E
He hath ynough that hath breed ynough though he have noght ellis	E
Satis dives est qui non indiget pane	M
Lat usage be your solas of seintes lyves redyng	I
The Book banneth beggerie and blameth hem in this manere	D
Iunior fui etenim senui et non vidi iustum derelictum nec	I
semen eius querens panem	L
For thei lyve in no love ne no lawe holde	A
Thei ne wedde no womman that thei with deele	G
But as wilde bestes with 'wehee' worthen uppe and werchen	M
And bryngen forth barnes that bastardes men calleth	B
Or the bak or som soon their breketh in his youthe	B
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And goon and faiten with hire fauntes for everemoore after	D
Ther is moore mysshapen amonges thise beggeres	E
Than of alle othere manere men that on this moolde walketh	B
Tho that lyve thus hir lif mowe lothe the tyme	L
That evere he was man wroght whan he shal hennes fare	D
Ac olde men and hore that helplees ben of strengthe	B
And wommen with childe that werche ne mowe	F
Blynde and bedreden and broken hire membres	E
That taken this myschief mekeliche as mesels and othere	D
Han as pleyn pardon as the Plowman hymselve	N
For Iove of hir lowe hertes Oure Lord hath hem graunted	A
Hir penaunce and hir Purgatorie upon this pure erthe	B
' Piers ' quod a preest thoo ' thi pardon moste I rede	A
For I shal construe ech clause and kenne it thee on Englissh '	-
And Piers at his preiere the pardon unfoldeth	B
And I bihynde hem bothe biheld al the bull	G
In two lynes it lay and noght a le ttre moore	D
And was writen right thus in witnesse of truthe	B
Et qui bona egerunt ibunt in vitam eternam	L
Qui vero mala in ignem eternum	L
' Peter ' quod the preest thoo ' I kan no pardon fynde	A
But ' Do wel and have wel and God shal have thi soule '	-
And ' Do yvel and have yvel and hope thow noon oother	D
That after thi deeth day the devel shal have thi soule '	-
And Piers for pure tene pulled it atweyne	M
And seide Si ambulavero in medio umbre mortis	E
Non timebo mala quoniam tu mecum es	E
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'I shal cessen of my sowyng ' quod Piers 'and swynke noght so harde	A
Ne aboute my bely joye so bisy be na moore	D
Of preieres and of penaunce my plough shal ben herafter	D
And wepen whan I sholde slepe though whete breed me faille	G
'The prophete his payn eet in penaunce and in sorwe	F
By that the Sauter seith so dide othere manye	K
That loveth God lelly his lifiode is ful esy	E
Fuerunt michi lacrime mee panes die ac nocte	A
'And but if Luc lye he lereth us by foweles	E
We sholde noght be to bisy aboute the worldes blisse	E
Ne soliciti sitis he seith in the Gospel	G
And sheweth us by ensamples us selve to wisse	E
The foweles in the feld who fynt hem mete at wynter	D
Have thei no gerner to go to but God fynt hem alle '	-
'What ' quod the preest to Perkyn 'Peter as me thynketh	B
Thow art lettred a litel who lerned thee on boke '	-
'Abstynence the Abbesse ' quod Piers myn a b c me taughte	A
And Conscience cam afterward and kenned me muche moore '	-
' Were thow a preest Piers ' quod he ' thow myghtest preche where thow sh	H
As divinour	D

William Langland

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