++Who so it be þat is clere of vertue sad {and} wel ordinat of lyuyng. þat haþ put vnderfote þe prowed[e] wierdes {and} lokiþ vpryȝt vpon eyþer fortune. he may holde hys chiere vndiscomfited. ¶ Þe rage ne þe manace 232 of þe co{m}moeuyng or chasyng vpwarde hete fro þe botme. ne schal not moeue þat man. ne þe vnstable mountaigne þat hyȝt veseuus. þat wircheþ oute þoruȝ hys broken[e] chemineys smokyng fires. ¶ Ne þe wey 236 of þonder lyȝt þat is wont to smyte heyȝe toures ne schal not mouene þat man. [Sidenote: Fear not the tyrant’s rage.] ¶ Wherto þen wrecches drede ȝe tyrauntes þat ben wode {and} felownes wiþ-outen ony strenkeþ. [Sidenote: He who neither fears nor hopes for anything disarms the tyrant.] ¶ Hope after no þing ne drede nat. {and} 240 so schalt þou desarmen þe ire of þilke vnmyȝty tyraunt. [[pg 13]] [Sidenote: He whose heart fails him, yields his arms, and forges his own fetters.] ¶ But who so þat quakyng dredeþ or desireþ þing þat nis not stable of his ryȝt. þat man þat so doþ haþ cast awey hys schelde {and} is remoeued fro hys place. {and} 244 enlaceþ hym i{n} þe cheyne wiþ whiche he may be drawen. [Linenotes: 229 _clere_--cleer 230 _lyuyng_--leuynge _haþ_--MS. haþe _vnderfote_--vndir-foot _prowed[e]_--prowde 231 _may----chiere_--may his cheere holde 232 _manace_--manesses 233 _þe_--þe see 235 _hyȝt_--hihte _veseuus_--MS. vesenus _wircheþ_--writith 236 _broken[e]_--brokene _smokyng_--smokynge 237 _smyte_--smyten 238 _Wherto þen_--wharto thanne 239 _felownes----ony_--felonos withowte any 241 _schalt þou desarmen_--shaltow deseruien 243 _doþ_--MS. doþe, C. doth _haþ_--MS. haþe, C. hath _cast_--MS. caste, C. cast 244 _schelde_--sheld _remoeued fro_--remwed from 245 _whiche_--the which _be_--ben] [Headnote: BOETHIUS SPEAKS OF HIS TROUBLES.] SENTIS NE INQUIT. [Sidenote: [The verthe p{ro}se.]] [Sidenote: Philosophy seeks to know the malady of Boethius.] ++FElest þou q{uod} sche þise þinges {and} entren þei ouȝt in þi corage. ¶ Art þou like an asse to þe harpe. 248 Whi wepest þou whi spillest þou teres. ¶ Yif þou abidest after helpe of þi leche. þe byhoueþ discouere þi wounde. [Sidenote: Boethius complains of Fortune’s unrelenting rage.] ¶ Þo .I. þat hadde gadered strenkeþ in my corage answered[e] {and} seide. {and} nedeþ it ȝitte q{uod} 252 .I. of rehersyng or of amonic{i}ou{n}. {and} scheweþ it not ynouȝ by hym self þe scharpnes of fortune þat wexeþ woode aȝeynes me. [Sidenote: Is not she moved, he asks, with the aspect of his prison?] ¶ Ne moeueþ it nat þe to seen þe face or þe man{er}e of þis place (.i. p{r}isou{n}.).