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Thus yrobed in russet I romed aboute	A
Al a somer seson for to seke Dowel	B
And frayned ful ofte of folk that I mette	A
If any wight wiste wher Dowel 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
Maistres of the Menours men of grete witte	A
I hailsed hem hendely as I hadde ylerned	A
And preide hem pur churite er thei passed ferther	E
If they knewe any contree or costes aboute	A
Where that Dowel dwelieth 'Dooth me to witene	C
For ye 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 Dowel and Do yvele wher thei dwelle bothe '	H
' Marie ' quod the Menours ' amonges us he dwelleth	D
And evere hath as I hope and evere shal herafter '	H
'Contra ' quod I as a clerc and comsed to disputen	C
And seide 'Soothly Sepcies in die cadit iustus	G
Sevene sithes seith the Book synneth the rightfulle	B
And whoso synneth ' I seide ' certes dooth yvele as me thynketh	D
And Dowel and Do yvele mowe noght dwelle togideres	G
Ergo he nys noght alwey at hoom amonges yow freres	G
He is outhemhile elliswhere to wisse the peple '	H
' I shal seye thee my sone ' seide the frere thanne	C
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'How seven sithes the sadde man synneth on the day	A
By a forbisne ' quod the frere 'I shal thee faire shewe	I
'Lat brynge a man in a boot amydde a brode watre	E
The wynd and the water and the waggyng of the boot	A
Maketh the man many tyme to falle and to stonde	A
For stonde he never so stif he stumbleth if he meve	J
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 overthrowe	I
And thanne were his lif lost thorugh lachesse of hymselve	J
' Right thus it fareth ' quod the frere ' by folk here on erthe	D
The water is Iikned to the world that wanyeth and wexeth	D
The goodes of this grounde arn lik the grete wawes	G
That as wyndes and wedres walweth aboute	A
The boot is likned to oure body that brotel is of kynde	A
That thorugh the fend and the flessh and the frele worlde	A
Synneth the sadde man seven sithes a day	A
'Ac dedly synne doth he noght for Dowel hym kepeth	D
And that is charite the champion chief help ayein synne	C
For he strengtheth man to stonde and steereth mannes soule	B
That though thi body bowe as boot dooth in the watre	E
Ay is thi soule saaf but thow thiselve wole	B
Folwe thi flessh and the fend after	E
Do a deedly synne and drenche so thiselve	J
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God wole suffre wel thi sleuthe if thiself liketh	D
For he yaf thee to yeresyyve to yeme wel thiselve	J
And that is wit and free will to every wight a porcion	C
To fleynge foweles to fisshes and to beestes	G
Ac man hath moost therof and moost is to blame	K
But if he werche wel therwith as Dowel hym techeth '	-
I have no kynde knowyng ' quod I 'to conceyve alle thi wordes	G
Ac if I may lyve and loke I shal go lerne bettre '	-
'I bikenne thee Crist ' quod he that on the cros deyde '	-
And I seide The same save yow fro myschaunce	G
And yyve yow grace on this grounde goode men to worthe '	-
And thus I wente widewher walkyng myn one	C
By a wilde wildernesse and by a wodes side	A
Blisse of the briddes abide me made	A
And under a lynde upon a launde lened I a stounde	A
To lythe the layes tho lovely foweles made	A
Murthe of hire mouthes made me ther to slepe	L
The merveillouseste metels mette me thanne	C
That ever dremed dr ight in doute as I wene	C
A muche man as me thoughte lik to myselve	J
Cam and called me by my kynde name	K
' What art thow ' quod I tho ' that thow my name knowest '	-
'That thow woost wel ' quod he 'and no wight bettre '	-
'Woot I ' quod I 'who art thow ' 'Thought ' seide he thanne	C
'I have sued thee this seven yeer seye thow me no rather '	-
'Art thow Thought ' quod I 'thoo thow koudest me wisse	G
Where that Dowel dwelleth and do me to knowe '	-
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'Dowel ' quod he 'and Dobet and Dobest the thridde	A
Arn thre faire vertues and ben noght fer to fynde	A
Whoso 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 dronkelewe ne dedeynous Dowel hym folweth	D
'Dobet dooth right thus ac he dooth muche moore	E
He is as lowe as a lomb and lovelich of speche	M
And helpeth alle men after that hem nedeth	D
The bagges and the bigirdles he hath tobroke hem alle	B
That the Erl Avarous heeld and hise heires	G
And with Mammonaes moneie he hath maad hym frendes	G
And is ronne into Religion and hath rendred the Bible	B
And precheth to the peple Seint Poules wordes	G
Libenter suffertis insipientes cum sitis ipsi sapientes	G
Ye wise suffreth the unwise with yow to libbe	N
And with glad wille dooth hem good for so God yow hoteth	D
'Dobest is above bothe and bereth a bisshopes cro c e	O
is hoked on that oon ende to halie men fro helle	B
A pik is on that potente to pulte adown the wikked	A
That waiten any wikkednesse Dowel to tene	C
And Dowel and Dobet amonges hem ordeyned	A
To crowne oon to be kyng to kepen hem bothe	D
That if Dowel or Dobet dide ayein Dobest	A
Thanne shal the kyng come and casten hem in irens	G
And but if Dobest bede for hem thei to be ther for evere	E
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Thus Dowel and Dobet and Dobest the thridde	A
Crowned oon to be kyng to kepen hem alle	B
And rule the reme by rede of hire wittes	G
And ootherwise ne ellis noght but as thei thre assented '	-
I thonked Thoght tho that he me so taughte	A
'Ac yet savoreth me noght thi seying so me Crist helpe	L
For more kynde knowynge I coveite to lerne	C
How Dowel Dobet and Dobest doon among the peple '	-
'But Wit konne wisse thee ' quod Thoght ' where tho thre dwelle	B
Ellis n oot I noon that kan that now is alyve '	-
Thoght and I thus thre daies we yeden	C
Disputyng upon Dowel day after oother	E
And er we war were with Wit gonne we mete	A
He was long and lene lik to noon oother	E
Was no pride on his apparaille ne poverte neither	E
Sad of his semblaunt and of a softe speche	M
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 hise wittes	G
What was Dowel fro Dobet and Dobest from hem bothe	D
Thanne Thoght in that tyme seide thise wordes	G
' Wher Dowel and Dobet and Dobest ben in londe	A
Here is Wil wolde wite if Wit koude teche	M
And wheither he be man or no manthis man wolde as	G
And werchen as thei thre wolde this is his entente '	-

William Langland

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