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 | Handlyng Synne |  |
Now shul we speke of sloghnes;
Among þe toþer ful wyk hyt ys;
Þe fourþe hyt ys of dedly synnes,
Alle þese rychë men hyt wynnes.
Moche ys a man for to blame
Þat kan nat wurschep Goddys name
with pater noster ne wyþ crede,
Þys beleue shuld hym to heuene lede.
Ful slogh he ys þat wyl nat lere
Þat yche framë blessed preyere;
And also he ys ful of slownes
Þat may, and wyl nat, here hys messe,
Specyaly on þe Sunday
he trespasyþ more yn þe lay.
Among þe toþer ful wyk hyt ys;
Þe fourþe hyt ys of dedly synnes,
Alle þese rychë men hyt wynnes.
Moche ys a man for to blame
Þat kan nat wurschep Goddys name
with pater noster ne wyþ crede,
Þys beleue shuld hym to heuene lede.
Ful slogh he ys þat wyl nat lere
Þat yche framë blessed preyere;
And also he ys ful of slownes
Þat may, and wyl nat, here hys messe,
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he trespasyþ more yn þe lay.
yn þe woke, o day, þurgh ryght,
Þe Sunday, ys a day of myȝt.
how sey þese men þat are þus slogh,
Þat oute of mesure slepe a throwe?
whan he heryþ a bel ryng,
To holy cherchë men kallyng,
Þan may he nat hys beddë lete
But þan behoueþ hym to lygge and swete,
And take þe mery mornyng slepe;
Of matynes ryche men take no kepe
Ȝyf þe mowe ryse at tyme of messe.
For þe matynes, noþer more ne lesse
Þan ys þys Terlyncels skylle,
‘Slepe þou long, and y shal hele.’
he putteþ heuenys yn hys yȝe,
And makeþ hym lenger for to lye;
And seyþ “al betyme mayst þou ryse,
whan þey do þe messe seruyse;
A messe ys ynogh for þe;
Þe touþer gyblot, late hyt be;
here mayst þou bettyr slepe a throwe
þan sytte and loke vpp-on a wowe.”
Þys ys þe cunsel of Terlyncel;
yn alle sloghnesse he bereþ þe bel;
he ys a deuyl of þat myster,
To sloghnes he ys cunseler.
Þe Sunday, ys a day of myȝt.
how sey þese men þat are þus slogh,
Þat oute of mesure slepe a throwe?
whan he heryþ a bel ryng,
To holy cherchë men kallyng,
Þan may he nat hys beddë lete
But þan behoueþ hym to lygge and swete,
And take þe mery mornyng slepe;
Of matynes ryche men take no kepe
Ȝyf þe mowe ryse at tyme of messe.
For þe matynes, noþer more ne lesse
Þan ys þys Terlyncels skylle,
‘Slepe þou long, and y shal hele.’
he putteþ heuenys yn hys yȝe,
And makeþ hym lenger for to lye;
And seyþ “al betyme mayst þou ryse,
whan þey do þe messe seruyse;
A messe ys ynogh for þe;
Þe touþer gyblot, late hyt be;
here mayst þou bettyr slepe a throwe
þan sytte and loke vpp-on a wowe.”
Þys ys þe cunsel of Terlyncel;
yn alle sloghnesse he bereþ þe bel;
he ys a deuyl of þat myster,
To sloghnes he ys cunseler.
þan cumþ one aboutë pryme
“Rys up,” he seyþ, “now ys tyme.”
Þan begynneþ he to klawe and to raske,
And ȝyueþ Terlyncel hys taske.
he klawyþ, he shrubbyþ, wel at hys pay,
And makyþ to Terlyncel a lay;
To hym þat kalled, he spekeþ stoutly,
“what deuyl! why haþ þe prest swych hy?
Byd hym þat he abyde algate;
Hym dar nat syng ȝyt ouer late.”
For hym shal so Goddys seruyse abyde
Tyl hyt be passed ouer þe tyde.
Ȝyt perauenture, at hys rysyng,
Of God spekeþ he no þyng,
But ȝyf hyt be of sum vanyte
Þat rennyþ yn hys þoght; þat spekeþ he.
“Rys up,” he seyþ, “now ys tyme.”
Þan begynneþ he to klawe and to raske,
And ȝyueþ Terlyncel hys taske.
he klawyþ, he shrubbyþ, wel at hys pay,
And makyþ to Terlyncel a lay;
To hym þat kalled, he spekeþ stoutly,
“what deuyl! why haþ þe prest swych hy?
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Hym dar nat syng ȝyt ouer late.”
For hym shal so Goddys seruyse abyde
Tyl hyt be passed ouer þe tyde.
Ȝyt perauenture, at hys rysyng,
Of God spekeþ he no þyng,
But ȝyf hyt be of sum vanyte
Þat rennyþ yn hys þoght; þat spekeþ he.
And when he cumþ vnto þe messe,
Þere behoueþ hym hys here dresse;
Ful fewe bedys are yn hys mouþe,
He vsyþ none; þey are vncouthe.
And ȝyf a frere cum for to preche,
Of a dyner were bettyr speche;
Þan seyþ he, “God shal alle saue;
Do wel; wel shalt þou haue.”
Certys þat ys nat ynow,
For he doþ no þyng to prow.
But ȝyf he wulde lestene þe frere,
To do weyl þan myȝt he lere.
Þere behoueþ hym hys here dresse;
Ful fewe bedys are yn hys mouþe,
He vsyþ none; þey are vncouthe.
And ȝyf a frere cum for to preche,
Of a dyner were bettyr speche;
Þan seyþ he, “God shal alle saue;
Do wel; wel shalt þou haue.”
Certys þat ys nat ynow,
For he doþ no þyng to prow.
But ȝyf he wulde lestene þe frere,
To do weyl þan myȝt he lere.
Ȝyf hyt be nat þan redy, hys dyner,
Take furþe þe chesse or þe tabler;
So shal he pley tyl hyt be none,
And Goddys seruyse be al done.
Alas, wykkédly he dyspendyþ
Alle þe lyfe þat God hym sendyth!
Take furþe þe chesse or þe tabler;
So shal he pley tyl hyt be none,
And Goddys seruyse be al done.
Alas, wykkédly he dyspendyþ
Alle þe lyfe þat God hym sendyth!
Aftyr þe none, þan shal he do
As he dede before none so.
Swyche a lyfe þan shal he lede,
Noght þat he shal haue to mede;
yn alle hys lyfe shal he [nat] fynde
Oght þat may hym of pyne vnbynde;
No more he halt to God cunnaunt,
But weyl more to Termagaunt;
He ys no morë crystyn man
Þan who so kallyþ a blak oxe ‘swan.’
As he dede before none so.
Swyche a lyfe þan shal he lede,
Noght þat he shal haue to mede;
yn alle hys lyfe shal he [nat] fynde
Oght þat may hym of pyne vnbynde;
No more he halt to God cunnaunt,
But weyl more to Termagaunt;
He ys no morë crystyn man
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y dar weyl seye to hygh and logh,
yn Goddys seruyse are swych men slogh.
Swych synne men kalle ‘accyde,’
yn Goddës seruyse slogh betyde.
lord! what shal swych men seye
yn þat poynt when þey shul deye?
yn alle here lyfe ne roght þey noght
Of hym þat hem ful derë boght.
Ful gretly shul þey hem repente
whan þe dome ys aȝens hem went;
But þan mow þey do no bote;
Ylyche logh lyþ boþe hande and fote.
yn Goddys seruyse are swych men slogh.
Swych synne men kalle ‘accyde,’
yn Goddës seruyse slogh betyde.
lord! what shal swych men seye
yn þat poynt when þey shul deye?
yn alle here lyfe ne roght þey noght
Of hym þat hem ful derë boght.
Ful gretly shul þey hem repente
whan þe dome ys aȝens hem went;
But þan mow þey do no bote;
Ylyche logh lyþ boþe hande and fote.
Many swyche mow haue no grace
To repentaunce, no to space.
Hyt ys no wundyr þogh þey haue noun,
Þey wyl nat graunte þey haue mysdoun,
Yn here lyfe, whyle þey haue myght;
And þan shal God ȝelde alle with ryght.
Ful slogh þey were when þey shuld wyrk;
Yn tyme of traueyle were þey yrk;
Þéy þoght nat of þat men spelle,
Þat God seyþ yn þe gospelle:
“Beþ wakyng,” he seyþ, to men alle;
“what tymë þat ȝoure lorde wyl kalle,
For þat tyme þat ȝe lestë wene
He wul ȝow kalle; loke ȝe be clene;
For ȝyf ȝe slepe at hys kallyng
Ȝe shul nat come yn at þe weddyng.”
To repentaunce, no to space.
Hyt ys no wundyr þogh þey haue noun,
Þey wyl nat graunte þey haue mysdoun,
Yn here lyfe, whyle þey haue myght;
And þan shal God ȝelde alle with ryght.
Ful slogh þey were when þey shuld wyrk;
Yn tyme of traueyle were þey yrk;
Þéy þoght nat of þat men spelle,
Þat God seyþ yn þe gospelle:
“Beþ wakyng,” he seyþ, to men alle;
“what tymë þat ȝoure lorde wyl kalle,
For þat tyme þat ȝe lestë wene
He wul ȝow kalle; loke ȝe be clene;
For ȝyf ȝe slepe at hys kallyng
Ȝe shul nat come yn at þe weddyng.”
Þys yche lorde kalleþ vs euery day,
wyþ þe prechour, alle þat he may.
Ȝe are slogh, and lyen to slepe,
whan ȝe aȝens þe prechur þrepe;
Ȝe mow nat come yn to þe weddyng,—
Heuene blys ys þe menyng;—
For ȝe slepe yn wykked wyl,
And wyl nat shryue ȝow of ȝoure yl.
ȝe wenë þat God shal ȝow ȝeue,
Yn wykkednes, long to leue;
And ȝe here seyë þat sum whyle,
Yn swychë hope goþ mochë gyle.
wyþ þe prechour, alle þat he may.
Ȝe are slogh, and lyen to slepe,
whan ȝe aȝens þe prechur þrepe;
Ȝe mow nat come yn to þe weddyng,—
Heuene blys ys þe menyng;—
For ȝe slepe yn wykked wyl,
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ȝe wenë þat God shal ȝow ȝeue,
Yn wykkednes, long to leue;
And ȝe here seyë þat sum whyle,
Yn swychë hope goþ mochë gyle.
A lytyl tale y shal ȝow vndo
Of a man þat hoped so,
As tellyþ þe holy man, seynt Bede,
Yn gestys of Ingland þat men rede.
Of a man þat hoped so,
As tellyþ þe holy man, seynt Bede,
Yn gestys of Ingland þat men rede.
| Handlyng Synne | |