Think on Job that was so rich; He waxed poor from day to day; His beastés died in each ditch; His cattle vanished all away; He was put in poor array, Neither in purple nor in pall, But in simple weed, as clerkes say, _clothes: learned men._ And alway he thanked God for all. For Christés love so do we;[44] He may both give and take; In what mischief that we in be, _whatever trouble we He is mighty enough our sorrow to slake. [be in._ Full good amends he will us make, And we to him cry or call: _if._ What grief or woe that do thee thrall,[45] Yet alway thank God for all. Though thou be in prison cast, Or any distress men do thee bede, _offer._ For Christés love yet be steadfast, And ever have mind on thy creed; Think he faileth us never at need, The dearworth duke that deem us shall;[46] When thou art sorry, thereof take heed,[47] And alway thank God for all. Though thy friendes from thee fail, And death by rene hend[48] their life, Why shouldest thou then weep or wail? It is nought against God to strive: _it is useless._ Himself maked both man and wife-- To his bliss he bring us all: _may he bring._ However thou thole or thrive, _suffer._ Alway thank God for all. What diverse sonde[49] that God thee send, Here or in any other place, Take it with good intent; The sooner God will send his grace. Though thy body be brought full base, _low._ Let not thy heart adown fall, But think that God is where he was, And alway thank God for all. Though thy neighbour have world at will, And thou far'st not so well as he, Be not so mad to think him ill, _wish._ (?) For his wealth envious to be: The king of heaven himself can see Who takes his sonde,[50] great or small; Thus each man in his degree, I rede thanké God for all. _counsel._ For Cristés love, be not so wild, But rule thee by reason within and without; And take in good heart and mind The sonde that God sent all about; _the gospel._ (?) Then dare I say withouten doubt, That in heaven is made thy stall. _place, seat, room._ Rich and poor that low will lowte, _bow._ Alway thank God for all. I cannot say there is much poetry in this, but there is much truth and wisdom. There is the finest poetry, however, too, in the line--I give it now letter for letter:-- But think that God ys ther he was. There is poetry too in the line, if I interpret it rightly as intending the gospel-- The sonde that God sent al abowte.