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'Sire Dowel dwelleth ' quod Wit 'noght a day hennes	A
In a castel that Kynde made of foure kynnes thynges	A
Of erthe and eyr is it maad medled togideres	A
With wynd and with water wittily enjoyned	B
Kynde hath closed therinne craftily withalle	C
A lemman that he loveth lik to hymselve	D
Anima she hatte to hir hath envye	E
A proud prikere of Fraunce Princeps huius mundi	B
And wolde wynne hire awey with wiles and he myghte	B
'Ac Kynde knoweth this wel and kepeth hire the bettre	F
And hath doon hire with Sire Dowel Duc of thise marches	A
Dobet is hire damyselle Sire Doweles doughter	F
To serven this Iady leelly bothe late and rathe	G
Dobest is above bothe a bisshopes peere	F
That he bit moot be do he bidd eth hem alle	C
By his leryng is lad that lady Anima	H
'Ac the Constable of that castel that kepeth hem alle	C
Is a wis knyght withalle Sire Inwit he hatte	B
And hath fyve faire sones by his firste wyve	D
Sire Se wel and Sey wel and Here wel the hende	B
Sire Werch wel with thyn hand a wight man of strengthe	G
And Sire Godefray Go wel grete lordes alle	C
Thise sixe ben set to save this lady Anima	H
Til Kynde come or sende to kepen hire hymselve '	I
'What kynnes thyng is Kynde ' quod 'kanstow me telle '	I
' Kynde ' quod Wit 'is creatour of alle kynnes thynges	A
Fader and formour of al that evere was maked	B
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And that is the grete God that gynnyng hadde nevere	F
Lord of lif and of light of lisse and of peyne	J
Aungeles and alle thyng arn at his wille	C
Ac man is hym moost lik of marc and of shape	K
For thorugh the word that he warp woxen forth beestes	A
Dixit et facta sunt	B
'A c he made man moost li k to hymself	D
And Eve of his ryb bon withouten any mene	J
For he was synguler hymself and seide Eaciamus	A
As who seith '' Moore moot herto than my word oone	J
My myght moot helpe now with my speche ''	-
Right as a lord sholde make lettres and hym lakked no parchemyn	J
Though he wiste write never so wel if he hadde no penne	J
The lettre for al the lordshipe I leve were nevere ymaked	B
'And so it semeth there he seide as the Bible telleth	G
Faciamus hominem ad imaginem nostram	H
He moste werche with his word and his wit shewe	L
And in this manere was man maad thorugh myght of God almyghty	B
With his word and werkmanshipe and with lif to laste	B
And thus God gaf hym a goost of the godhede of hevene	J
And of his grete grace graunted hym blisse	A
And that is lif that ay shal laste to al his lynage after	F
And that is the castel that Kynde made Caro it hatte	B
And is as muche to mene as 'man with a soule '	-
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And that he wroghte with werk and with word bothe	G
Thorgh myght of the mageste man was ymaked	B
' Inwit and alle wittes yclosed ben therinne	J
For love of the lady Anima that lif is ynempned	B
Over al in mannes body he o walketh and wandreth	G
Ac in the herte is hir hoom and hir mooste reste	B
Ac Inwit is in the heed and to the herte he loketh	G
What Anima is leef or looth he Iat hire at his wille	C
For after the grace of God the gretteste is Inwit	B
'Muche wo worth that man that mysruleth his Inwit	B
And that ben glotons glubberes hir God is hire wombe	H
Quorum deus venter est	B
For thei serven Sathan hir soules shal he have	D
That lyven synful lif here hir soule is lich the devel	C
And alle that lyven good lif are lik to God almyghty	B
Qui manet in caritate in Deo manet c	B
'Allas that drynke shal fordo that God deere boughte	B
And dooth God forsaken hem that he shoop to his liknesse	A
Amen dico vobis nescio vos Et alibi Et dimisi eos	A
secundum desideria eorum	H
' Fooles that fauten Inwit I fynde that Holy Chirche	M
Sholde fynden hem that hem fauteth and faderlese children	J
And widewes that han noght wherwith to wynnen hem hir foode	B
Madde men and maydenes that helplese were	F
Alle thise lakken Inwit and loore bihoveth	G
'Of this matere I myghte make a long tale	C
And fynde fele witnesses among the foure doctours	A
And that I lye noght of that I lere thee Luc bereth witnesse	A
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'Godfader and godmoder that seen hire godchildren	J
At myseise and at myschief and mowe hem amende	B
Shul pre ve penaunce in purgatorie but thei hem helpe	K
For moore bilongeth to the litel barn er he the lawe knowe	L
Than nempnynge of a name and he never the wiser	F
Sholde no Cristene creature cryen at the yate	B
Ne faille payn ne potage and prelates dide as thei sholden	J
A Jew wolde noght se a Jew go janglyng for defaute	B
For alle the mebles on this moolde and he amende it myghte	B
'Allas that a Cristene creature shal be unkynde til another	F
Syn Jewes that we jugge Judas felawes	A
Eyther helpeth oother of that that hym nedeth	G
Whi nel we Cristene of Cristes good as kynde be	B
As Jewes that ben oure loresmen Shame to us alle	C
The commune for hir unkyndenesse I drede me shul abye	E
' Bisshopes shul be blamed for beggeres sake	N
He is jugged wors than Judas that yyveth a japer silver	F
And biddeth the beggere go for his broke clothes	A
Proditor est prelatus cum Iuda qui patrimonium Christi	B
minus distribuit Et alibi Perniciosus dispensator est	B
qui res pauperum Christi inutiliter consumit	B
He dooth noght wel that dooth thus ne drat noght God almyghty	B
Ne loveth noght Salomons sawes that Sapience taughte	B
Inicium sapiencie timor Domini	B
'That dredeth God he dooth wel that dredeth hym for love	D
And noght for drede of vengeaunce dooth therfore the bettre	F
He dooth best that withdraweth hym by daye and by nyghte	B
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To spille any speche or any space of tyme	H
Qui offendit in uno in omnibus est reus	A
' Tyn ynge of tyme Truthe woot the sothe	G
Is moost yhated upon erthe of hem that ben in hevene	B
And siththe to spille speche that spire is of grace	A
And Goddes gleman and a game of hevene	B
Wolde nevere the feithful fader his fithele were untempred	B
Ne his gleman a gedelyng a goere to tavernes	A
'To alle trewe tidy men that travaille desiren	B
Oure Lord loveth hem and lent loude outher stille	C
Grace to go to hem and of gon hir liflode	B
Inquirentes autem Dominum non minuentur omni bono	B
'In this world is Dowel trewe wedded libbynge folk	O
For thei mote werche and wynne and the world sustene	B
For of hir kynde thei come that Confessours ben nempned	B
Kynges and knyghtes kaysers and clerkes	A
Maidenes and martires out of o man come	H
The wif was maad the w y e for to helpe werche	M
And thus was wedlok ywroght with a mene persone	B
First by the fadres wille and the frendes conseille	C
And sithenes by assent of hemself as thei two myghte acorde	B
And thus was wedlok ywroght and God hymself it made	B
In erthe the heven is hymself was the witnesse	A
'Ac fals folk feithlees theves and lyeres	A
Wastours and wrecches out of wedlok I trowe	L
Conceyved ben in yvel tyme as Caym was on Eve	D
Of swiche synfulle sherewes the Sauter maketh mynde	B
Concepit dolorem et peperit iniquitatem	H
And alle that come of that Caym come to yvel ende	B
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'For God sente to Seem and seide by an aungel	C
'Thyn issue in thyn issue I wol that thei be wedded	B
And noght thi kynde with Caymes ycoupled ne yspoused ''	-
' Yet some ayein the sonde of Oure Saveour of hevene	B
Caymes kynde and his kynde coupled togideres	A
Til God wrathed with hir werkes and swich a word seide	B
' That I makede man now it me forthynketh	G
Penitet me fecisse hominem '	-
'And com to Noe anon and bad hym noght lette	B
'Swithe go shape a ship of shides and of bordes	A
Thyself and thi sones thre and sithen youre wyves	A
Busketh yow to that boot and bideth therinne	B
Til fourty daies be fulfild that flood have ywasshen	B
Clene awey the corsed blood that Caym hath ymaked	B
'Bestes that now ben shul banne the tyme	H
That evere that cursed Caym coom on this erthe	G
Alle shul deye for his dedes by dales and hulles	A
And the foweles that fleen forth with othere beestes	A
Excepte oonliche of ech kynde a couple	C
That in t	B

William Langland

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