And wheither he be saaf or noght The sothe woot no clergie, [saaf Ne of Sortes ne of Salomon And the bettre for hir bokes That God for his grace Gyve hir soules reste. 7976 For lettred men were lewed men yet, Ne were loore of hir bokes." "Alle thise clerkes," quod I tho, "That in Crist leven, Seyen in hir sermons That neither Sarsens ne Jewes "Contra," quod Ymaginatif thoo, And comsed for to loure; And seide" Salvabitur 7987 "Trojanus was a trewe knyght, For ther is fullynge of font, 7998 Advenit ignis divinus non comburens, sed illuminans, etc. "Ac Truthe that trespased nevere, Ne traversed ayeins his lawe, 8010 "The glose graunteth upon that A greet mede to Truthe, [vers And wit and wisdom," quod that "Was som tyme tresor Tokepe with a commune, [wye, 8021 And muche murthe and manhod;" And right with that he vanysshed. Passus Decimus Tertius, etc. A ND I awaked therwith And as a freke that fre were Forth gan I walke In manere of a mendinaunt Many a yer after, And of this metyng many tyme Muche thought I hadde. First how Fortune me failed At my mooste nede; 8025 And how that Elde manaced me, Myghte we evere mete ; And how that freres folwede Folk that was riche, And folk that was povere At litel pris thei sette; And no corps in hir kirk-yerde To quyte with hir dettes; 8036 And how this Coveitise over-com Clerkes and preestes; And how that lewed men ben lad, But oure Lord hem helpe, 8048 Thorugh un-konnynge curatours, And how that Ymaginatif Of Kynde and of his konnynge, And how curteis he is to bestes, And how lovynge he is to briddes On londe and on watre. Leneth he no lif Lasse ne moore, The creatures that crepen Of kynde ben engendred. 8060 And sithen how Ymaginatif seide, Vix salvabitur; And whan he hadde seid so, I lay doun longe in this thoght, And at the laste I slepte. And as Crist wolde, ther com Con- And there I seigh a maister, What man he was I nyste, That lowe louted And loveliche to Scripture. [spak, And Pacience in the paleis stood In pilgrymes clothes, 8082 And preyde mete par charité 8083 "Welcome! wye; go and wasshe; Thow shalt sitte soone." This maister was maad sitte, As for the mooste worthi. And thanne Clergie and Conscience And Pacience cam after. Pacience and I Were put to be macches, Conscience called after mete; 8094 Of sondry metes manye, sunt. Ac this maister nor his man 8105 No maner flesshe eten; Ac thei eten mete of moore cost, Of that men mys-wonne Ac hir sauce was over sour, And unsavourly grounde But if thei synge for tho soules, 8116 |