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musinge an euenīge whit me was none
An olde prouerbe cam in my subuenaūce
A naturall foule in a hous alone
wyll make for hym self shyft or cheuisaūce
Than cam in to my remembraunce.
A circumspect of many dygnitees
Fro whiche a man hauynge suffisaunce
wythdraweth his herte as fro vanitees
An olde prouerbe cam in my subuenaūce
A naturall foule in a hous alone
wyll make for hym self shyft or cheuisaūce
Than cam in to my remembraunce.
A circumspect of many dygnitees
Fro whiche a man hauynge suffisaunce
wythdraweth his herte as fro vanitees
It is ay sene that youthes lustynesse
For to subdue is harde and daungerous
Some lyue in ioy/pleasure and gladnesse
Fortune to some is right contrarious
Some dethe tacheth in theyr estate prosperous
whome he ouerthroweth with his mortall blast
Thus goeth the worlde/none is so eurous
But outher must he dye fyrste or last
For to subdue is harde and daungerous
Some lyue in ioy/pleasure and gladnesse
Fortune to some is right contrarious
whome he ouerthroweth with his mortall blast
Thus goeth the worlde/none is so eurous
But outher must he dye fyrste or last
A yonge harte is vnstable and volage
And knoweth nat in what estate to byde
Some tyme disposed vnto maryage
Somtyme to serue god the worlde set asyde
Thus as my mynde varyenge dyd glyde
I thought it moste for myne auauntage.
Desyrynge god for to be my gyde
Fermely I concluded vpon mariage.
And knoweth nat in what estate to byde
Some tyme disposed vnto maryage
Somtyme to serue god the worlde set asyde
Thus as my mynde varyenge dyd glyde
I thought it moste for myne auauntage.
Desyrynge god for to be my gyde
Fermely I concluded vpon mariage.
Thus hauynge all my frendes at assent
In short processe I puruayed me a wyfe
wythout wysdome/yet was I content
To hyr to kepe the dayes of my lyfe
I thought no thynge on wynynge losse or stryfe
She vnto me lyghtly dyd consent
Than in an euenynge sad and pensyfe
By hyr lyenge symple of myne entente
In short processe I puruayed me a wyfe
To hyr to kepe the dayes of my lyfe
I thought no thynge on wynynge losse or stryfe
She vnto me lyghtly dyd consent
Than in an euenynge sad and pensyfe
By hyr lyenge symple of myne entente
Sodaynly I was in great daunger
For to me ferysly dyd appere
An odyous man/an vnknowen straunger
with thre women cruell of manere
This company to me approched nere.
whan that I them togeder sawe assemble
So cruell was theyr countenaunce & chere
That fere constrayned my body for to tremble
For to me ferysly dyd appere
An odyous man/an vnknowen straunger
with thre women cruell of manere
This company to me approched nere.
whan that I them togeder sawe assemble
So cruell was theyr countenaunce & chere
That fere constrayned my body for to tremble
The man was mysshapen/pale and rusty
Rude/foule and right abhomynable
The wymen also as I coude spye
Of shape were foule and detestable.
Theyr chere was yll and myserable
with countenaunce replenysshed with ire
Lene as any wolf rauysable
Theyr iyen brynnynge as rede as fyre.
Rude/foule and right abhomynable
The wymen also as I coude spye
Of shape were foule and detestable.
Theyr chere was yll and myserable
with countenaunce replenysshed with ire
Lene as any wolf rauysable
Theyr iyen brynnynge as rede as fyre.
The man approched fyers as he wolde fyght
wyth straynge iyen/& sayde his name was nede
His wyfe sayde necessyte she hyght.
The seconde pouertye & the thyrde in dede
Hyr named distresse so thought I by hyr wede.
Than I desyred to knowe theyr lynage
Pouerty was theyr moderfull of drede
This tolde they me in breyf langage.
wyth straynge iyen/& sayde his name was nede
His wyfe sayde necessyte she hyght.
The seconde pouertye & the thyrde in dede
Hyr named distresse so thought I by hyr wede.
Pouerty was theyr moderfull of drede
This tolde they me in breyf langage.
Touchynge theyr fader they coude nat denye
But that he dwelt in the depest pyt of hell
whan I that harde right sore aferde was I
Than nede approched with coūtenaunce cruell
Myne body streynynge so that it dyd swell
Necessyte me so sore dyd handle
So that sothly it semed right well
Or that she went she wolde me strangle
But that he dwelt in the depest pyt of hell
whan I that harde right sore aferde was I
Than nede approched with coūtenaunce cruell
Myne body streynynge so that it dyd swell
Necessyte me so sore dyd handle
So that sothly it semed right well
Or that she went she wolde me strangle
Than sodaynly cam pouertye
whiche me tourmented with rudenesse
Than with great crudelyte.
Upon my bely lept distresse
They all abounded in cruelnesse
On me smytynge with all theyr myght
Disgorgynge fyre in theyr fyersnesse
Upon me as a torche lyght.
whiche me tourmented with rudenesse
Than with great crudelyte.
Upon my bely lept distresse
They all abounded in cruelnesse
On me smytynge with all theyr myght
Disgorgynge fyre in theyr fyersnesse
Upon me as a torche lyght.
Some at me foyned/some smote downe ryght
That the strokes loude dyd redounde
For all my payne/duryge that nyght
My wyfe euer slept styll and sounde
She in hyr pleasour dyd habounde
And wolde nat wake for my dysease
For yf I were brought to the grounde
I trowe she cared nat apease
That the strokes loude dyd redounde
For all my payne/duryge that nyght
My wyfe euer slept styll and sounde
She in hyr pleasour dyd habounde
And wolde nat wake for my dysease
For yf I were brought to the grounde
I trowe she cared nat apease
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