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For in such wise as he compasseth
His wit alone all other passeth
And is with pride so through sought,
That he all other set at nought
And weneth of him selven so,
That such as he there be no mo
So fair, so semely ne so wise,
And thus he wolde beare a prise
Above all other, and nought forthy
He faith nought ones graunt mercy
To god, which alle grace sendeth,
So that his wittes he despendeth
Upon him selfe, as though there were
No god, which might availe there.
But all upon his owne wit
He stant, till he fall in the pit

So fer, that he may nought arise. Hic tra&tat confef- And right thus in the same wise fuper illa faltem The vice upon the cause of love presumpcione, ex

So proudely set the hert above

And doth him pleinly for to wene,
joris certitudinis in That he to loven any quene
promittunt, inex- Hath worthinesse and suffisaunce.
pediti cicius desti-

And so withoute purveiaunce
Full ofte he heweth up so highe,
That chippes fallen in his eye,
And eke full ofte he weneth this,
There as he nought beloved is
To be beloved altherbeste.
Now, fone, telle what so the leste

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tuuntur.

Amans.

Of this, that I have told the here.
Ha fader, be nought in a were.
I trowe there be no man lesse
Of any maner worthinesse,
That halt him lefse worthy than I
To be beloved, and nought forthy
I say in excusing of me
To alle men, that love is fre.
And certes that may no man werne.
For love is of him felfe so derne,
It luteth in a mannes herte.
But that ne shall me nought afterte
To wene for to be worthy
To loven, but in her mercy.
But sir, of that ye wolde mene,
That I shulde other wise wene
To be beloved than I was,
I am beknowe as in this cas.
My gode fone, telle me how.
Now list, and I woll telle you,
My gode fader, how it is.
Full ofte it hath befalle er this
Through hope, that was nought certein,
My wening hath be set in vein
To trust in thing, that helpe me nought
But onlich of min owne thought.
For as it semeth, that a bell
Like to the wordes that men tell
Answereth right fo no more ne lesse
To you, my fader, I confeffe.

Confeffor.
Amans.

Such will my wit hath over fet,
That what so hope me behet
Full many a time I wene it soth,
But finally no spede it doth.
Thus may I tellen, as I can,
Wening beguileth many a man.
So hath it me, right wel I wot,
For if a man wol in a bote
Whiche is withoute botme rowe,
He must nedes overthrowe.
Right so wening hath fard by me.
For whan I wende next have be,
As I by my wening caste,
Than was I furthest ate laste,
And as a fool my bowe unbende
Whan all was failed that I wende.
Forthy, my fader, as of this
That my wening hath gone amis
Touchend to surquedrie,
Yef me my penaunce or I die.
But if ye wolde in any forme
Of this mater a tale enforme,
Which were ayein this vice set,

I Thulde fare well the bet.
Hic ponit confessor My sone, in alle maner wise
tos, qui fuis viribus Surquedrie is to despise,
res efficiuntur. Et V

Wherof I finde write thus. narrat, qualiter ille The proude knight Capaneus

He was of suche surquedrie,
That he through his chivalrie

exemplum contra if

presumentes debilio

Capaneus miles in

de sua presumens audacia

acionem

ad superos tempore necessitatis ex vecordia tamen et non aliter primitus , proveniffe afferuit, unde in oblidione civitatis Thebarum, cum ipse quodam die coram suis hoftibus ad debellandum se obtulit, ignis de celo subito superveniens ipsum armatum totaliter in cineres combuslit.

pon him self so mochel triste, Chat to the goddes him ne liste

n no quarele to beseche,
But faide, it was an idel fpeche,
Which cause was of pure drede
For lacke of hert and for no nede.
And upon such presumption
He held this proude opinion,
Till ate laste upon a day
Aboute Thebes, where he lay,
Whan it of siege was belaine,
This knight, as the croniques faine,
In alle mannes sighte there,
Whan he was proudest in his gere
And thought how nothing might him dere,
Full armed with his shield and spere
As he the cite wolde assaile,
God toke him felfe the bataile
Ayein his pride, and fro the sky
A firy thonder fodeinly
He sende and him to pouder smote.
And thus the pride, which was hote,
Whan he most in his strengthe wende,
Was brent and lost withouten ende.
So that it proveth well therfore
The strength of man is fone lore,
But if that he it well governe.
And over this a man may lerne,
That eke full ofte time it greveth
What that a man him self beleveth,

gis Hungarie germa

As though it Thulde him well beseme,
That he all other men can deme
And hath foryete his owne vice.
A tale of hem that be so nice
And feigne hem self to be so wise
I shall the telle in suche a wise,
Wherof thou shalt ensample take,

That thou no such thing undertake. Hic loquiturconfeffor I finde upon surquedrie, contra illos, quide sua u... fciencia prelumentes How that whilom of Hungarie aliorum condiciones By olde daies was a king dijudicantes indiscreté redarguunt, et Wise and honest in alle thing. narrat exemplum de quodam principe re- And so befell upon a daie no, qui cum fratrem And that was in the month of may, fuum pauperibus in publico vidit humi- As thilke time it was usaunce, liatum, ipsum redar- This king with noble purveiaunce edocere prefumebat, Hath for him felfe his chare arraied, sed rex omni fapiencia prepollens ipfum fic Wherin he wolde ride amaied ad humilitatis memo Out of the cite for to pleie dencia micius caftiga. With lordes and with great nobleie

Of lusty folk that were yonge,
Where some pleide and some songe
And some gone and some ride
And some prick her horse aside
And bridlen hem now in now oute.
The kinge his eye cast aboute,
Til he was ate laste ware
And sigh comend ayein his chare
Two pilgrimes of so great age,
That lich unto a drie ymage,

incaute presumentem

riam

terribili provi

vit.

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