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[To deale vpryght here are we taught]
Argumentum. Cha. xi.
To deale vpryght here are we taught,and humble for to be
And mercy eke commended is,
ioyned wyth symplicitye.
In
the lordes syght, & in his eye
it is a thynge moste vyle
With subtil weyght or mesure false
thy neyghbour to begyle
But god the lorde contrarye wyse,
in trouthe doeth moste delyghte
It is hys wyl that all men shoulde,
wyth other deale vpryghte
The equall weyght & balaūce iuste,
to god ryght pleasaunt be
When that thee same vnto all men,
do yelde wyth equitye
Rebuke and shame do folow pride,
in whome that it doethe raygne
But where ther is humylitye,
greate wysedome doeth remayne
Who doth not hate wil, hart, nor mīde
throughout ye world so wide
The fierce & proude disdaineful mā
whych is addicte to pryde
Who doeth not loue vnto theyr power
the man of hūble sprite
The way whych in doyng good
to other doeth delyght
The symplenes and meanyng true,
whych godly men assaye
Doth them directe in holynes
and in the perfyte waye
The wicked craft & wyly sleyghtes
whych in the yll are found
Do at ye laste cast downe thē selues,
and laye them on the grounde
The day that god in dome shall syt
to iudge both good and bad
What shal thē ye goodes vs preuayle
which in this world we had
The iustice yet and rightuousnesse,
whyche chryst to man dyd brynge
From death shal safe deliuer him,
and from hys deadly stynge
The meanynge true of simple men,
shal holde them styll vpryght
The wicked traine shal headlōg fal
for al their power and myghte
The godly folk through rightuousnes
delyuered be at last
The wycked in theyr owne deceyte,
shall trapped be full fast
Whē death arestes the wycked mā,
with his most dreadful darte
His hope is gone, for on his goodes
onely he set hys harte
The iust mā is, by the lordes helpe,
delyuered from yll
In stede of whom the wicked man,
tormented shall be styll
Beware also dyssemblinge men,
for they wyl sone betraye
Their faithful frēd through flattrīg wordes
what so their mouth doth saye
But yet the iust and faythfull men,
theyr knowledge shal defend
From al the snares of filed wordes
whyche wycked men intende
Yf that perchaunce an honest man,
to wealth aduaunced be
The hole citye wherin he dweleth,
reioyce as well as he
And yf so be a wycked man,
do happen to decaye
All men bee gladde that he so soone
is vanyshed awaye
And so lykewise thorow godly mē,
a cytye shal encrease
To which by their good gouernaūce
is brought both rest & peace
So that the same in noblenes,
all other shall excell
As in a ranke of ladyes fayre,
some one doth beare the bell
But through ye mouth of yu wycked
whych honestye do hate
Hole contryes and greate regyous
are set at stryfe and bate
Wherby at lēgth the same be broughte
to ruine and decay
And from a fall by no meanes can,
them selues vpholde and staye.
Who so that doth hys frend despyse
doth shewe but lyttle wytte
By thys it semes to lyue on earth
that he is nothinge fytte
The wyse man can euen whē he list,
from talke hys tonge refrayne
Wherby he scapes the daūgerous yl
of hatred and disdayne
The flatteringe man & famed frende
that doth nothinge but glose
Of hys deare frende vnfaythfully
the secretes doth disclose
But faythful frēdes whose doynges are
vpryght and also iuste
In no wyse wyl bewray the thinges
committed to theyr truste
And where ther lackes a gouernour
both politique and wyse
The people whych be vnder hym
shall fall and neuer ryse
But happye is that region,
whose ruler hath the grace
The talke of godly counselours
to folowe and embrace
Who so is boūd for straūgers dets,
doth bring him self to care
And is compeld the same to paye,
though he be poore and bare
But he shall lyue in quietnes,
and haue no feare at all
Whych taketh hede by surety shippe,
least he in daunger fall
A woman whych is gracious,
and doeth applye her mynde
To vertuous schole vpon the earth,
is sure great grace to fynde
An ydle hand can at no tyme,
to welthynes attayne
But he is sure the same to wyn,
that laboureth with payne
The mā in whose herte mercy workes
him self doth profite most
For mercy from infernall payne,
doth rydde hys symple ghost
The cruel man farre otherwyse,
wyth malice and debate
Euen soche as ought be nere to him
doeth persecute and hate
Of the vayne workes of wicked mē,
no profyte cometh at all
Theyr doynges are not permanent,
but sure to haue a fall
But who so doth seke righteousnes
and practyse her in dede
Is sure to haue eternall ioye
for hys rewarde and nede
And mercy doeth prepare the waye,
that leadeth vnto blysse
Yf thou be geuen to wyckednes,
of death thou shalte not mysse
The lyuing lord doth most abhorre,
the man whose herte is yll
And onely bente to wyckednes
wyth whole entent and wyll
But he doth moost reioyce in soche,
that in hys worde delyte
And leade theyr lyues accordingly,
in symplenes of spryte
A woman whych in beauty doth,
all other farre amende
And hath no good conditions,
her beautye to defende
Unto a ringe of pure good golde,
a man maye well compare
The which a sowe in her foule nose
continuallye doeth beare
The iuste men doo reioyce in god,
and holynes embrace
But bente vnto all fylthynes,
the wycked runne theyr race
And some ther be that wt their goodes
their neighbour doth releue
And yet the same do styll encrease
though they do largely geue
And some ther be contrary wyse,
that others robbe and pyll
Of ryches greate, yet for all that,
they be but beggers styll
The soule of hym most blessed is,
and neuer shall haue nede
Which in his store wt gladsome hert
the hongry men doeth fede
And so lykewyse he neuer shall,
for lacke of drinke decaye
That vnto him doth reache the cup,
that trauayleth by the waye.
The people cursse most bitterly
the tyller of the grounde
Whych in his barnes no corne at all
wyll suffer to be founde
In tyme of derth, although he haue
great plentye and great store
But kepes it close euen purposely,
to make the pryce the more
But blessed is he ī all mēs mouthes,
that when the corne is skant
Bringeth forth his graine, & suffreth not
the market for to want
He ryseth well, and in good tyme,
for good thinges that doth call
The naughti workes of wicked mē,
shal sone oppresse them all
Who so in hys vayne ryches dothe,
put confidence and truste
Is sure hereof whē he thynkes lest,
to fall into the duste
Wher as the iuste and faythfull mā,
shal prosper styll in peace
Euen as a tree in the springe tyme
doth budde forth and encrease
And who yt doth through foly bring
hys houshold out of frame
Shal washe his goodes, & in ye ende
susteyne rebuke and shame
And thē at length for lacke of wytt,
and spoylinge that was hys
Agaynst hys wyl the wyse mās nede
to serue he shall not mysse
The tree of lyfe or heauenly ioye
is euen the very gayne
A frute that iuste & righteous men,
shal repe for all theyr payne.
it is a thynge moste vyle
With subtil weyght or mesure false
thy neyghbour to begyle
But god the lorde contrarye wyse,
in trouthe doeth moste delyghte
It is hys wyl that all men shoulde,
wyth other deale vpryghte
The equall weyght & balaūce iuste,
to god ryght pleasaunt be
When that thee same vnto all men,
do yelde wyth equitye
Rebuke and shame do folow pride,
in whome that it doethe raygne
But where ther is humylitye,
greate wysedome doeth remayne
Who doth not hate wil, hart, nor mīde
throughout ye world so wide
whych is addicte to pryde
Who doeth not loue vnto theyr power
the man of hūble sprite
The way whych in doyng good
to other doeth delyght
The symplenes and meanyng true,
whych godly men assaye
Doth them directe in holynes
and in the perfyte waye
The wicked craft & wyly sleyghtes
whych in the yll are found
Do at ye laste cast downe thē selues,
and laye them on the grounde
The day that god in dome shall syt
to iudge both good and bad
What shal thē ye goodes vs preuayle
which in this world we had
The iustice yet and rightuousnesse,
whyche chryst to man dyd brynge
From death shal safe deliuer him,
and from hys deadly stynge
The meanynge true of simple men,
shal holde them styll vpryght
for al their power and myghte
The godly folk through rightuousnes
delyuered be at last
The wycked in theyr owne deceyte,
shall trapped be full fast
Whē death arestes the wycked mā,
with his most dreadful darte
His hope is gone, for on his goodes
onely he set hys harte
The iust mā is, by the lordes helpe,
delyuered from yll
In stede of whom the wicked man,
tormented shall be styll
Beware also dyssemblinge men,
for they wyl sone betraye
Their faithful frēd through flattrīg wordes
what so their mouth doth saye
But yet the iust and faythfull men,
theyr knowledge shal defend
From al the snares of filed wordes
whyche wycked men intende
to wealth aduaunced be
The hole citye wherin he dweleth,
reioyce as well as he
And yf so be a wycked man,
do happen to decaye
All men bee gladde that he so soone
is vanyshed awaye
And so lykewise thorow godly mē,
a cytye shal encrease
To which by their good gouernaūce
is brought both rest & peace
So that the same in noblenes,
all other shall excell
As in a ranke of ladyes fayre,
some one doth beare the bell
But through ye mouth of yu wycked
whych honestye do hate
Hole contryes and greate regyous
are set at stryfe and bate
Wherby at lēgth the same be broughte
to ruine and decay
And from a fall by no meanes can,
them selues vpholde and staye.
doth shewe but lyttle wytte
By thys it semes to lyue on earth
that he is nothinge fytte
The wyse man can euen whē he list,
from talke hys tonge refrayne
Wherby he scapes the daūgerous yl
of hatred and disdayne
The flatteringe man & famed frende
that doth nothinge but glose
Of hys deare frende vnfaythfully
the secretes doth disclose
But faythful frēdes whose doynges are
vpryght and also iuste
In no wyse wyl bewray the thinges
committed to theyr truste
And where ther lackes a gouernour
both politique and wyse
The people whych be vnder hym
shall fall and neuer ryse
But happye is that region,
whose ruler hath the grace
The talke of godly counselours
to folowe and embrace
doth bring him self to care
And is compeld the same to paye,
though he be poore and bare
But he shall lyue in quietnes,
and haue no feare at all
Whych taketh hede by surety shippe,
least he in daunger fall
A woman whych is gracious,
and doeth applye her mynde
To vertuous schole vpon the earth,
is sure great grace to fynde
An ydle hand can at no tyme,
to welthynes attayne
But he is sure the same to wyn,
that laboureth with payne
The mā in whose herte mercy workes
him self doth profite most
For mercy from infernall payne,
doth rydde hys symple ghost
The cruel man farre otherwyse,
wyth malice and debate
Euen soche as ought be nere to him
doeth persecute and hate
no profyte cometh at all
Theyr doynges are not permanent,
but sure to haue a fall
But who so doth seke righteousnes
and practyse her in dede
Is sure to haue eternall ioye
for hys rewarde and nede
And mercy doeth prepare the waye,
that leadeth vnto blysse
Yf thou be geuen to wyckednes,
of death thou shalte not mysse
The lyuing lord doth most abhorre,
the man whose herte is yll
And onely bente to wyckednes
wyth whole entent and wyll
But he doth moost reioyce in soche,
that in hys worde delyte
And leade theyr lyues accordingly,
in symplenes of spryte
A woman whych in beauty doth,
all other farre amende
And hath no good conditions,
her beautye to defende
a man maye well compare
The which a sowe in her foule nose
continuallye doeth beare
The iuste men doo reioyce in god,
and holynes embrace
But bente vnto all fylthynes,
the wycked runne theyr race
And some ther be that wt their goodes
their neighbour doth releue
And yet the same do styll encrease
though they do largely geue
And some ther be contrary wyse,
that others robbe and pyll
Of ryches greate, yet for all that,
they be but beggers styll
The soule of hym most blessed is,
and neuer shall haue nede
Which in his store wt gladsome hert
the hongry men doeth fede
And so lykewyse he neuer shall,
for lacke of drinke decaye
That vnto him doth reache the cup,
that trauayleth by the waye.
the tyller of the grounde
Whych in his barnes no corne at all
wyll suffer to be founde
In tyme of derth, although he haue
great plentye and great store
But kepes it close euen purposely,
to make the pryce the more
But blessed is he ī all mēs mouthes,
that when the corne is skant
Bringeth forth his graine, & suffreth not
the market for to want
He ryseth well, and in good tyme,
for good thinges that doth call
The naughti workes of wicked mē,
shal sone oppresse them all
Who so in hys vayne ryches dothe,
put confidence and truste
Is sure hereof whē he thynkes lest,
to fall into the duste
Wher as the iuste and faythfull mā,
shal prosper styll in peace
Euen as a tree in the springe tyme
doth budde forth and encrease
hys houshold out of frame
Shal washe his goodes, & in ye ende
susteyne rebuke and shame
And thē at length for lacke of wytt,
and spoylinge that was hys
Agaynst hys wyl the wyse mās nede
to serue he shall not mysse
The tree of lyfe or heauenly ioye
is euen the very gayne
A frute that iuste & righteous men,
shal repe for all theyr payne.
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