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'I have but oon hool hater ' quod Haukyn 'I am the lasse to blame	A
Though it be soiled and selde clene I slepe therinne o nyghtes	B
And also I have an houswif hewen and children	C
Uxorem duxi et ideo non possum venire	D
That wollen bymolen it many tyme maugree my chekes	B
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It hath be laved in Lente and out of Lente bothe	E
With the sope of siknesse that seketh wonder depe	F
And with the losse of catel that looth me w ere	D
For to agulte God or any good man by aught that I wiste	G
And was shryven of the preest that for my synnes gaf me	H
To penaunce pacience and povere men to fede	G
Al for coveitise of my Cristendom in clennesse to kepen it	G
And kouthe I nevere by Crist kepen it clene an houre	D
That I ne soiled it with sighte or som ydel speche	I
Or thorugh werk or thorugh word or wille of myn herte	G
That I ne flobre it foule fro morwe til even '	-
'And I shal kenne thee ' quod Conscience 'of Contricion to make	J
That shal clawe thi cote of alle kynnes filthe	E
Cordis contricio	B
Dowel shal wasshen it and wryngen it thorugh a wis confessour	D
Oris confessio	B
Dobet shal beten it and bouken it as bright as any scarlet	G
And engreynen it with good wille and Goddes grace to amende the	E
And sithen sende thee to Satisfaccion for to sonnen it after	D
Satisfaccio	B
'And Dobest kepe th clene from unkynde werkes	B
Shal nevere my te bymolen it ne mothe after biten it	G
Ne fend ne fals man defoulen it in thi lyve	K
Shal noon heraud ne harpour have a fairer garnement	G
Than Haukyn the Actif man and thow do by my techyng	J
Ne no mynstrall be moore worth amonges povere and riche	I
Than Haukyn wi l the wafrer which is Activa Vita '	-
'And I shal purveie thee paast ' quod Pacience 'though no plough erye	L
And flour to fede folk with as best be for the soule	M
Though nevere greyn growed ne grape upon vyne	C
Alle that lyveth and loketh liflode wolde I fynde	G
And that ynogh shal noon faille of thyng that hem nedeth	E
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We sholde noght be to bisy abouten oure liflode	G
Ne soliciti sitis Volucres celi Deus pascit Pacientes vincunt	G
Thanne laughed Haukyn a litel and lightly gan swerye	L
'Whoso leveth yow by Oure Lord I leve noght he be blessed '	-
'No ' quod Pacience paciently and out of his poke hente	G
Vitailles of grete vertues for alle manere beestes	B
And seide ' Lo here liflode ynogh if oure bileve be trewe	N
For lent nevere was lif but liflode were shapen	C
Wherof or wherfore or wherby to libbe	O
' First the wilde worm under weet erthe	E
Fissh to lyve in the flood and in the fir the criket	G
The corlew by kynde of the eyr moost clennest flessh of briddes	B
And bestes by gras and by greyn and by grene rootes	B
In menynge that alle men myghte the same	A
Lyve thorugh leel bileve and love as God witnesseth	E
Quodcumque pecieritis a patre in nomine meo Et alibi Non	C
in solo pane vivit homo set in omni verbo quod procedit de ore Dei '	-
But I lokede what liflode it was that Pacience so preisede	G
And thanne was it a pece of the Paternoster Fiat voluntas tua	G
'Have Haukyn ' quod Pacience 'and et this whan the hungreth	E
Or whan thow clomsest for cold or clyngest for droughte	G
And shul nevere gyves thee greve ne gret lordes wrathe	E
Aison ne peyne for pacientes vincunt	G
By so that thow be sobre of sighte and of tonge	P
In ond ynge and in handlynge and in alle thi fyve wittes	B
Darstow nevere care for corn ne lynnen cloth ne wollen	C
Ne for drynke ne deeth drede but deye as God liketh	E
Or thorugh hunger or thorugh hete at his wille be it	G
For if thow lyvest after his loore the shorter lif the bettre	D
Si quis amat Christum mundum non diligit istum	A
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'For thorugh his breeth beestes woxen and abrood yeden	C
Dixit et facta sunt	G
Ergo thorugh his breeth mowen bothe men and beestes lyven	C
As Holy Writ witnesseth whan men seye hir graces	B
Aperis tu manum tuam et imples omne animal benediccione	C
'It is founden that fourty wynter folk lyvede withouten tulying	J
And out of the flynt sprong the flood that folk and beestes dronken	C
And in Elyes tyme hevene was yclosed	G
That no reyn ne roon thus rede men in bokes	B
That manye wyntres men lyveden and no mete ne tulieden	C
'Sevene slepe as seith the book sevene hundred wynter	D
And lyveden withouten lifiode and at the laste thei woken	C
And if men lyvede as mesure wolde sholde nevere moore be defaute	G
Amonges Cristene creatures if Cristes wordes ben trewe	N
Ac unkyndenesse caristiam maketh amonges Cristen peple	M
And over plentee maketh pryde amonges poore and riche	I
Ac mesure is so muche worth it may noght be to deere	D
For the meschief and the meschaunce amonges men of Sodome	A
Weex thorugh plentee of payn and of pure sleuthe	E
Ociositas et habundancia panis peccatum turpissimum nutrivit	G
For thei mesured noght hemself of that thei ete and dronke	J
Diden dedly synne that the devel liked	G
Vengeaunce fil upon hem for hir vile synnes	B
So thei sonken into helle the citees echone	C
' Forthi mesure we us wel and make oure feith oure sheltrom	A
And thorugh feith cometh contricion conscience woot wel	M
Which dryveth awey dedly synne and dooth it to be venial	M
And though a man myghte noght speke contricion myghte hym save	K
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And brynge his soule to blisse by so that feith bere witnesse	B
That whiles he lyvede he bilevede in the loore of Holy Chirche	I
Ergo contricion feith and conscience is kyndeliche Dowel	M
And surgiens for dedly synnes whan shrift of mouthe failleth	E
Ac shrift of mouth moore worthi is if man be ynliche contrit	G
For shrift of mouthe sleeth synne be it never so dedly	M
Per confessionem to a preest peccata occiduntur	D
Ther contricion dooth but dryveth it doun into a venial synne	C
As David seith in the Sauter et quorum tecta sunt peccata	G
Ac satisfaccion seketh out the roote and bothe sleeth and voideth	E
And as it nevere n adde ybe to noghte bryngeth dedly synne	C
That it nevere eft is sene ne soor but semeth a wounde yheeled '	-
'Where wonyeth Charite ' quod Haukyn 'I wiste nevere in my lyve	K
Man that with hym spak as wide as I have passed '	-
'Ther parfit truthe and poore herte is and pacience of tonge	P
There is Chante the chief chaumbrere for God hymselve '	-
'Wheither paciente poverte ' quod Haukyn 'be moore plesaunt to Oure Dright	G
Than richesse rightfulliche wonne and resonably despended '	-
' Ye quis est ilie ' quod Pacience ' quik laudabimus eum	A
Though men rede of richesse right to the worldes ende	G
I wiste nevere renk that riche was that whan he rekene sholde	G
Whan he drogh to his deeth day that he ne dredde hym soore	D
And that at the rekenyng in arrerage fel rather than out of dette	G
Ther the poore dar plede and preve by pure reson	C
To have allowaunce of his lord by the lawe he it cleymeth	E
Joye that nevere joye hadde of rightful jugge he asketh	E
And seith ''Lo briddes and beestes that no blisse ne knoweth	E
And wilde wormes in wodes thorugh wyntres thow hem grevest	G
And makest hem wel neigh meke and mylde fer defaute	G
And after thew sedet hem somer that is hir soveyn joye	L
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And blisse to alle that ben bothe wilde and tame '	-
'Thanne may boggeris as beestes after boote waiten	C
That al hir lif han lyved in langour and in defaute	G
But God sente hem som tyme som manere joye	L
Outher here or elliswhere kynde wolde it nevere	D
For to wrotherhele was he wroght that nevere was joye shapen	C
'Aungeles that in helle now ben hadden joye som tyme	A
And Dives in deyntees lyvede and in douce vie	K
Right so reson sheweth that tho men that riche were	D
And hir makes also lyvede hir lif in murthe	E
'Ac God is of a wonder wille by that kynde wit sheweth	E
To yyve many men his mercymonye er he it have deserved	G
Right so fareth God by some richeruthe me it thynketh	E
For thei han hir hire heer and hevene as it were	D
And greet likynge to lyve withouten labour of bodye	L
And	G

William Langland

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