On this metels to thynke. And how the preest preved 4830 And how Do-wel at the day of dome Now hath the pope power As lettred men us techeth: 4841 Quodcumque ligaveris super ter ram, erit ligatum et in cœlis, etc. And so I leve leelly, Lordes forbode ellis ! That pardon and penaunce And preieres doon save Ac to truste to thise triennals, Is noght so siker for the soule, For-thi I rede yow, renkes, 4852 4864 To breke the .x. hestes; And namely ye maistres, Meires and jugges, 4865 That have the welthe of this world, And for wise men ben holden, To purchace yow pardon And the popes bulles. Whan dede shulle rise, And comen alle to-fore Crist Acountes to yelde; How thow laddest thi lif here, 4876 And hise lawes keptest, And how thow didest day by day The doom wole reherce. A poke ful of pardon there, Ne provincials lettres, Theigh ye be founde in the fraterOf alle the foure ordres, [nité And have indulgences double-fold, But if Do-wel yow helpe, I sette youre patentes and youre At one pies hele. [pardon For-thi I counseille alle Cristene To crie God mercy, And Marie his moder Be oure meene bitwene, That God gyve us grace here, Er we go hennes, Swiche werkes to werche While we ben here, That after oure deeth-day At the day of dome, We dide as he highte. 4899 Passus Octavus de Visione, et T HUS y-robed in russet Al a somer seson For to seke Do-wel; Wher Do-wel was at inne; Of many man I asked. 4900 Was nevere wight, as I wente, That me wisse kouthe Where this leode lenged, Lasse ne moore; Til it bi-fel on a Friday 4911 4923 "Where that Do-wel dwelleth 492+ Dooth me to witene." For thei be men of this moolde And knowen contrees and courtes, Bothe princes paleises And povere mennes cotes, 66 Amonges us," quod the Me"That man is dwellynge, [nours, And evere hath, as I hope, And evere shal herafter.' 66 Contra," quod I as a clerc, And comsed to disputen, And seide hem soothly, 66 Septies in die cadit justus.” "Sevene sithes, seith the book, Synneth the rightfulle; And who so synneth," I seide, Amonges yow freres ; He is outher while ellis where To wisse the peple." "I shal seye thee, my sone," Seide the frere thanne, 4946 "How seven sithes the sadde man On a day synneth : By a forbisne," quod the frere, I shal thee faire shewe. 4957 4958 Lat brynge a man in a boot, For if he ne arise the rather, 4969 And thanne were his lif lost, 66 The goodes of this grounde arn lik To the grete wawes, That as wyndes and wedres Walketh aboute; The boot is likned to oure body That brotel is of kynde, 4980 That thorugh the fend and the And the frele worlde Synneth the sadde man A day seven sithes. [flesshe "Ac dedly synne doth he noght, For Do-wel hym kepeth; And that is charité the champion, Chief help ayein synne; 4991 |