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[Against making Men drunk.]

Þys custum ys also perylous,
To lede a man to þe alehous
To do hym drynke out of resun,
Or make hym drunke,—þat ys tresun,—
Or to þy hous, ȝyf þou hym lede,
On hym drynkë for to bede;
Þou art gylty of hys synne
Ȝyf þou to drunkenes wldest hym wynne.
And ȝyf þou ioyë þerof has,
Þe more þou fallyst yn trespas;
Hyt ys a tokene of felunnye
To weytë hym with swych gylrye.
Also ȝyf þou any day shuldest fast,
And þou ouertymely þy metë aske,
Glotony haþ swych longyng wroght,
Þat þou to tyme abydest ynoght.

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Anoþer spyce ys yn glotonye,
To ete ouer delycyusly,
For to be serued with many messe:
Þat haunte þese lordyngës on dese.
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on table


wuld þey of euery a messe ȝyue
To helpe þe pore wyþ for to lyue,
Þe boldlyere þey myȝt hem self fede
Ȝyf þey dedyn þat almës dede.
But of almës þenk þey noȝt,
For lust and lykyng ys more yn þoght.
Þou þat louest so many messe,
wuldest þou þenke on syre Dyues,
And of þe porë man Laȝare
Þat syre Dyues late mysfare,—
For he asked hym sum gode,
Of hys mete, for hys lyuës fode,—
y trowe þou shuldest nat forgete
Þe pore man at þy mete,
Ȝyf þou vndyrstode, y wene,
what þe talë wulde bemene.