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Thanne hadde Wit a wif was hote Dame Studie	A
That lene was of lere and of liche bothe	B
She was wonderly wroth that Wit me thus taughte	A
And al staiynge Dame Studie sterneliche seide	A
'Wel artow wis ' quod she to Wit 'any wisdomes to telle	C
To flatereres or to fooles that frenetike ben of wittes '	D
And blamed hym and banned hym and bad hym be stille	C
'With swiche wise wordes to wissen any sottes '	D
And seide ' Nolite mittere man margery perles	E
Among hogges that han hawes at wille	C
Thei doon but dryvele theron draf were hem levere	F
Than al the precious perree that in paradis wexeth	B
I seye it by swiche ' quod she 'that sheweth by hir werkes	E
That hem were levere lond and lordshipe on erthe	B
Or richesse or rentes and reste at hir wille	C
Than alle the sooth sawes that Salamon seide evere	F
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'Wisdom and wit now is noght worth a kerse	E
But if it be carded with coveitise as clotheres kemben hir wolle	C
Whoso can contreve deceites and conspire wronges	E
And lede forth a loveday to lette with truthe	B
That swiche craftes kan to counseil are cleped	A
Thei lede lordes with lesynges and bilieth truthe	B
' Job the gentile in hise gestes witnesseth	B
That wikked men thei welden the welthe of this worlde	A
And that thei ben lordes of ech a lond that out of lawe libbeth	B
Quare impii vivunt bene est omnibus qui prevaricantur et inique agunt	A
'The Sauter seith the same by swiche that doon ille	C
Ecce ipsi peccatores habundantes in seculo obtinuerunt divicias	E
' Lo ' seith holy lettrure ' whiche lordes beth thise sherewes '	-
Thilke that God moost gyveth leest good thei deleth	B
And moost unkynde to the commune that moost catel weldeth	B
Que perfecisti destruxerunt iustus autem c	G
'Harlotes for hir harlotrie may have of hir goodes	E
And japeris and jogelours and jangleris of gestes	E
Ac he that hath Holy Writ ay in his mouthe	B
And kan telle of Tobye and of the twelve Apostles	E
Or prechen of the penaunce that Pilat wroghte	A
To Jesu the gentile that Jewes todrowe	H
Litel is he loved that swich a lesson sheweth	B
Or daunted or drawe forth I do it on God hymselve	I
'But thoo that feynen hem foolis and with faityng libbeth	B
Ayein the lawe of Oure Lord and lyen on hemselve	I
Spitten and spuen and speke foule wordes	E
Drynken and drevelen and do men for to gape	J
Likne men and lye on hem that leneth hem no yiftes	E
Thei konne na moore mynstralcie ne musik men to glade	A
	-
Than Munde the Millere of Multa fecit Deus	E
Ne were hir vile harlotrye have God my trouthe	B
Sholde nevere kyng ne knyght ne canon of Seint Poules	E
Yyve hem to hir yeresyyve the value of a grote	A
'Ac murthe and mynstralcie amonges men is nouthe	B
Lecherie losengerye and losels tales	E
Glotonye and grete othes this game they lovyeth	B
'Ac if thei carpen of Crist thise clerkes and thise lewed	A
At mete in hir murthe whan mynstrals beth stille	C
Thanne telleth thei of the Trinite how two slowe the thridde	A
And bryngen forth a balled reson and taken Bernard to witnesse	E
And puten forth a presumpcion to preve the sothe	B
Thus thei dryvele at hir deys the deitee to knowe	H
And gnawen God with the gorge whanne hir guttes fullen	K
'Ac the carefulle may crie and carpen at the yate	A
Bothe afyngred and afurst and for chele quake	L
Is non to nyme hym neer his noy to amende	A
But hun s en hym as an hound and hoten hym go thennes	E
Litel loveth he that Lord that lent hym al that blisse	E
That thus parteth with the povere a parcell whan hym nedeth	B
Ne were mercy in meene men moore than in riche	M
Mendinaunts metelees myghte go to bedde	A
God is muche in the gorge of thise grete maistres	E
Ac amonges meene men his mercy and hise werkes	E
And so seith the Sauter I have seighen it in Memento	A
Ecce audivimus eam in Effrata invenimus eam in campis silve	I
Clerkes and othere kynnes men carpen of zgod faste	A
And have hym muche in hire mouth ac meene men in herte	A
	-
' Freres and faitours han founde up swiche questions	E
To plese with proude men syn the pestilence tyme	N
And prechen at Seint Poules for pure envye of clerkes	E
That folk is noght fermed in the feith ne free of hire goodes	E
Ne sory for hire synnes so is pride woxen	K
In religion and in al the reme amonges riche and povere	F
That preieres have no power thise pestilences to lette	A
For God is deef nowadayes and deyneth noght his eres to opene	K
That girles for hire giltes he forgrynt hem alle	C
And yet the wrecches of this world is noon ywar by oother	F
Ne for drede of the deeth withdrawe noght hir pride	A
Ne beth plentevouse to the povere as pure charite wolde	A
But in gaynesse and glotonye forglutten hir good hemselve	I
And breketh noght to the beggere as the Book techeth	B
Frange esurienti panem tuum c	G
And the moore he wynneth and welt welthes and richesse	E
And lordeth in ledes and londes the lasse good he deleth	B
' Tobye techeth yow noght so Taketh hede ye riche	M
How the book Bible of hym bereth witnesse	E
Si tibi sit copia habundantur tribue si autem exiguum illud impertiri libenter	F
Whoso hath muche spende manliche so meneth Tobye	O
And whoso litel weldeth loke hym therafter	F
For we have no lettre of oure lif how longe it shal dure	F
	-
Swiche lessons lordes sholde lovye to here	F
And how he myghte moost meynee manliche fynde	A
Noght to fare as a fithelere or a frere for to seke festes	E
Homliche at othere mennes houses and hatien hir owene	K
'Elenge is the halle ech day in the wike	P
Ther the lord ne the lady liketh noght to sitte	A
Now hath ech riche a rule to eten by hymselve	I
In a pryvee parlour for povere mennes sake	L
Or in a chambre with a chymenee and leve the chief halle	C
That was maad for meles men to eten inne	K
And al to spare to spille that spende shal another	F
'I have yherd heighe men etyng at the table	C
Carpen as thei clerkes were of Crist and of hise myghtes	E
And leyden fautes upon the fader that formede us alle	C
And carpen ayein clerkes crabbede wordes	E
' Why wolde Oure Saveour suffre swich a worm in his blisse	E
That bi w iled the womman and the wye after	F
Thorugh whiche wiles and wordes thei wente to helle	C
And al hir seed for hir synne the same deeth suffrede	A
' Here lyeth youre lore ' thise lordes gynneth dispute	A
' Of that ye clerkes us kenneth of Crist by the Gospel	C
Filius non portabit iniquitatem patris c	G
Why sholde we that now ben for the werkes of Adam	N
Roten and torende Reson wolde it nevere	F
Unusquisque portabit onus suum c '	-
'Swiche motyves they meve thise maistres in hir glorie	F
And maken men in mysbileve that muse muche on hire wordes	E
Ymaginatif herafterward shal answere to youre purpos	E
'Austyn to swiche argueres he telleth hem this teme	N
Non plus sapere quam oport	A
Wilneth nevere to wite why that God wolde	A
	-
Suffre Sathan his seed to bigile	C
Ac bileveth lelly in the loore of Holy Chirche	M
And preie hym of pardon and penaunce in thi lyve	I
And for his muche mercy to amende yow here	F
For alle that wilneth to wite the whyes of God almyghty	A
I wolde his eighe were in his ers and his fynger after	F
That evere wilneth to wite why that God wolde	A
Suffre Sathan his seed to bigile	C
Or Judas the Jew Jesu bitraye	O
Al was as he wolde Lord yworshiped be thow	B
And al worth as thow wolt whatso we dispute	A
'And tho that useth thise havylons to a blende mennes wittes	E
What is Dowel fro Dobet now deef mote he worthe	B
Siththe he wilneth to wite whiche thei ben alle	C
But if he lyve in the lif that longeth to Dowel	C
I dar ben his bolde borgh that Dobet wole he nevere	F
Theigh Dobest drawe on hym day after oother '	-
And whan that Wit was ywar what Dame Studie tolde	A
He bicom so confus he kouthe noght loke	G
And as doumb as a dore nail drough hym aside	A
And for no carpyng I kouthe after ne knelyng to the grounde	A
I myghte gete no greyn of his grete wittes	E
But al laughynge he	G

William Langland

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