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2 THE THREE FOES OF MAN
Middelerd for mon wes mad,
vnmihti aren is meste mede.
Þis hedy haþ on honde yhad
þat heuene hem is hest to hede.
Icherde a blisse budel vs bad
þe dreri domesdai to drede,
of sunful sauhting sone be sad
þat derne doþ þis derne dede.
Þah he ben derne done,
þis wrakeful werkes vnder wede,
in soule soteleþ sone.
vnmihti aren is meste mede.
Þis hedy haþ on honde yhad
þat heuene hem is hest to hede.
Icherde a blisse budel vs bad
þe dreri domesdai to drede,
of sunful sauhting sone be sad
þat derne doþ þis derne dede.
Þah he ben derne done,
þis wrakeful werkes vnder wede,
in soule soteleþ sone.
Sone is sotel, as ich ou sai,
þis sake, alþah hit seme suete.
Þat i telle a poure play
þat furst is feir ant seþþe vnsete.
Þis wilde wille went awai
wiþ mone ant mournyng muchel vnmete.
Þat liueþ on likyng out of lay
his hap he deþ ful harde on hete
aȝeynȝ he howeþ henne;
alle is þriuene þewes þrete
þat þenkeþ nout on þenne.
þis sake, alþah hit seme suete.
Þat i telle a poure play
þat furst is feir ant seþþe vnsete.
Þis wilde wille went awai
wiþ mone ant mournyng muchel vnmete.
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his hap he deþ ful harde on hete
aȝeynȝ he howeþ henne;
alle is þriuene þewes þrete
þat þenkeþ nout on þenne.
Aȝeynes þenne vs þreteþ þre;
ȝef he beþ þryuen ant þowen in þeode,
vr soule bone so broþerli be
as berne best þat bale forbeode.
Þat wole wihtstonden streynþe of þeo
is rest is reued wiþ þe reode.
Fyht of oþer ne darf he floe
þat fleishshes faunyng furst foreode,
þat falsist is of fyue.
Ȝef we leueþ eny leode,
werryng is worst of wyue.
ȝef he beþ þryuen ant þowen in þeode,
vr soule bone so broþerli be
as berne best þat bale forbeode.
Þat wole wihtstonden streynþe of þeo
is rest is reued wiþ þe reode.
Fyht of oþer ne darf he floe
þat fleishshes faunyng furst foreode,
þat falsist is of fyue.
Ȝef we leueþ eny leode,
werryng is worst of wyue.
Wyues wille were ded wo,
ȝef he is wicked forte welde;
þat burst shal bete for hem bo,
he shal him burewen þah he hire belde.
By body ant soule y sugge al so,
þat some beoþ founden vnder felde
þat haþ to fere is meste fo.
Of gomenes he mai gon al gelde
ant sore ben fered on folde,
lest he to harmes helde
ant happes hente vnholde.
ȝef he is wicked forte welde;
þat burst shal bete for hem bo,
he shal him burewen þah he hire belde.
By body ant soule y sugge al so,
þat some beoþ founden vnder felde
þat haþ to fere is meste fo.
Of gomenes he mai gon al gelde
ant sore ben fered on folde,
lest he to harmes helde
ant happes hente vnholde.
Hom vnholdest her is on
wiþouten helle, ase ich hit holde,
so fele bueþ founden monnes fon;
þe furst of hem biforen y tolde;
þer afterward þis worldes won
wiþ muchel vnwynne vs woren wolde.
Sone beþ þis gomenes gon
þat makeþ vs so brag ant bolde
ant biddeþ vs ben blyþe;
an ende he casteþ ous fol colde
in sunne ant serewe syþe.
wiþouten helle, ase ich hit holde,
so fele bueþ founden monnes fon;
þe furst of hem biforen y tolde;
þer afterward þis worldes won
wiþ muchel vnwynne vs woren wolde.
Sone beþ þis gomenes gon
þat makeþ vs so brag ant bolde
ant biddeþ vs ben blyþe;
an ende he casteþ ous fol colde
in sunne ant serewe syþe.
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In sunne ant sorewe y am seint,
þat siweþ me so sully sore;
my murþe is al wiþ mournyng meind,
ne may ich myþen hit namore.
When we beþ wiþ þis world forwleynt,
þat we ne lustneþ lyues lore,
þe fend in fyht vs fynt so feynt
we falleþ so flour when hit is frore,
for folkes fader al fleme;
wo him wes ywarpe ȝore
þat Crist nul nowyht queme.
þat siweþ me so sully sore;
my murþe is al wiþ mournyng meind,
ne may ich myþen hit namore.
When we beþ wiþ þis world forwleynt,
þat we ne lustneþ lyues lore,
þe fend in fyht vs fynt so feynt
we falleþ so flour when hit is frore,
for folkes fader al fleme;
wo him wes ywarpe ȝore
þat Crist nul nowyht queme.
To queme Crist we weren ycore
ant kend ys craftes forte knowe.
Leue we nout we buen forlore,
in lustes þah we lyggen lowe;
we shule aryse vr fader byfore,
þah fon vs fallen vmbe þrowe;
to borewen vs alle he wes ybore.
Þis bonnyng when him bemes blowe,
he byt vs buen of hyse
ant on ys ryht hond hente rowe
wyþ ryhtwyse men to aryse.
ant kend ys craftes forte knowe.
Leue we nout we buen forlore,
in lustes þah we lyggen lowe;
we shule aryse vr fader byfore,
þah fon vs fallen vmbe þrowe;
to borewen vs alle he wes ybore.
Þis bonnyng when him bemes blowe,
he byt vs buen of hyse
ant on ys ryht hond hente rowe
wyþ ryhtwyse men to aryse.
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