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APPENDIX.

How plowmen sholde do.

Peers go thou to plowe/ and take with the thy wyfe
Delue and drawe/ sowe barly whete/ and ry
Of one make ten/ this is a perfyte lyfe
As sayth Arystotle in his phylozophy
Thou nede not study to knowe astrology
For yf the weder be not to thy pleasaunce
Thanke euer god of his dyuyne ordenaunce.

Of an assaute agaynst a snayle.

The woman speketh with hardy courage
Go out of this place thou ryght vgly beest
Whiche of the vynes the burgenynges doost ete
And buddes of the trees/ bothe more and leest
In dewy mornynges agaynst the wete

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Out of this place or I shall the sore bete
With my dystaffe betwene thyn hornes twayne
That it shall soune in to the realme of spayne

The men of armes with fyers countenaunce.
Horryble snayle lyghtly thy hornes doune laye
And frome this place out fast loke that thou rynne
Or with our sharpe wepons we shall the fraye
And take the castell that thou lyest in
We shall the fley out of thy skynne
And in a dysshe with onyons and peper
We shall the dresse/ and with strenge vyneyger.
There was neuer yet ony lombarde
That dyde the ete in suche maner of wyse
And breke we shall thy house so stronge and harde
Wherfore gete the hens by our aduyse
Out of this place of so ryche edyfyse
We the requyre yf it be thy wyll
And lete vs haue this toure that we come tyll.

The snayle speketh
I am a beest of ryght grete myruayle
Vpon my backe my hous reysed I bere
I am neyther flesshe ne bone to auayle
As well as a grete oxe two hornes I were
yf that the armed men proche me nere
I shall them soone vaynquysshe euerychone
But they dare not for fere of me alone.

The saynge of a deed man.

Man loke and se
Take hede of me
How thou shalte be
Whan thou arte deed
Drye as a tree
Wormes shall ete the
Thy grete beaute
Shall be lyke leed

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The tyme hath ben
In my youth grene
That I was clene
Of body as ye are
But for myn eyen
Now two holes bene
Of me is sene
But bones all bare
Now entende
For to amende.
O mortall cretures saylynge in the wawes of mysery
Auayle the sayle of your conscyence vnpure
Fle fro the perylles of this vnstedfast whery
Dryue to the hauen of charyte moost sure
And cast the ankers of true confessyon
Fastned with the grete cable of contrycyon clene
Wynde vp thy marchaundyse of hole satisfaccyon
Whiche of true customers shall be ouer sene
And brought to the warehouse of perfeccyon
As perfyte marchauntes of god by eleccyon

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How euery man and woman ought to cease of theyr syn̄es at the sownynge of the dredable horne.

Ho/ ho you blynde folke derked in the clowde
Of ygnoraunt fumes/ thycke and mystycall
Take hede of my horne totynge all alowde
With boystous sownes/ and blastes boryall
Gyuynge you warnynge of the Iugement fynall
The whiche dayly is redy to gyue sentence
On peruers people replete with neclygence
Ho ho betyme/ or that it be to late
Cease whyle ye haue space and portunyte
Leue your folyes or deth make you chekmate
Cease your ygnoraunt incredulyte
Clense your thoughtes of immundycyte
Cease of your pecunyall pensement
The whiche defyleth your entendement
Ho ho people enfecte with neglyhence
Cease your synnes and many folde crueltees
Drede god your maker and his ryghwyse sentence
Cease your blyndnes of wordly vanytees
Leest he you smyte with endles infyrmytees
Cease your couetyse/ glotony/ and pryde
And cease your superfluus garmentes wyde
Cease of your othes/ cease of your grete swerynge
Cease of your pompe/ cease of your vayne glory
Cease of your hate/ cease of your blasphemynge
Cease of your malyce/ cease of your enuy
Cease of your wrathe/ cease of your lechery
Cease of your fraude/ cease your decepcyon
Cease of your tonges makynge detraccyon

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Fle faynt falsehode fekell foule and fell
Fle fatall flaterers full of fayrnes
Fle fayre faynynge fabels of fauell
Fle folkes felawshyp frequentynge falsenes
Fle frantyke facers fullfylled of frowardnes
Fle foles falaces/ fle fonde fantasyes
Fle from fresshe fablers faynynge flaterers
Thus endeth the horner.