Or any maner fals men, fonde þow suche to cnowe; Conforte hym with þi catel, for Crystes loue of heuene; Loue hem and lene hem, so lawe of God techeth:— 215 _Alter alterius onera portate_. And alle maner of men þat þow myȝte asspye That nedy ben and nauȝty, helpe hem with þi godis; Loue hem, and lakke hem nouȝte; late God take þe veniaunce; Theigh þei done yuel, late þow God aworthe:— 220 _Michi vindictam, et ego retribuam_. And if þow wil be graciouse to God, do as þe Gospel techeth, And bilow þe amonges low men; so shaltow lacche grace:— _Facite vobis amicos de mamona iniquitatis_.' 'I wolde nouȝt greue God,' quod Piers, 'for al þe good on grounde; 225 Miȝte I synnelees do as þow seist?' seyde Pieres þanne. 'Ȝe, I bihote þe,' quod Hunger, 'or ellis þe Bible lieth; Go to Genesis þe gyaunt, þe engendroure of vs alle:— "_In sudore_ and swynke þow shalt þi mete tilye, And laboure for þi lyflode," and so owre Lorde hyȝte. 230 And Sapience seyth þe same, I seigh it in þe Bible:— "_Piger pro frigore_ no felde nolde tilye, And þerfore he shal begge and bidde, and no man bete his hunger." Mathew with mannes face mouthed þise wordis:— Þat _seruus nequam_ had a nam, and for he wolde nouȝte chaffare, 235 He had maugré of his maistre for euermore after, And binam <hym> his mnam, for he ne wolde worche, And ȝaf þat mnam to hym þat ten mnames hadde; And with þat he seyde, þat Holi Cherche it herde, "He þat hath shal haue, and helpe þere it nedeth, 240 And he þat nouȝt hath shal nouȝt haue, and no man hym helpe; And þat he weneth wel to haue, I wil it hym bireue." Kynde Witt wolde þat eche a wyght wrouȝte, Or in dykynge, or in deluynge, or trauaillynge in preyeres, Contemplatyf lyf or actyf lyf, Cryst wolde men wrouȝte. 245 Þe Sauter seyth in þe psalme of _Beati omnes_, Þe freke þat fedeth hymself with his feythful laboure, He is blessed by þe boke, in body and in soule:— _Labores manuum tuarum, etc._' 'Ȝet I prey ȝow,' quod Pieres, '_par charité!_ and ȝe kunne 250 Eny leef of lechecraft, lere it me, my dere. For somme of my seruauntȝ, and myself bothe, Of al a wyke worche nouȝt, so owre wombe aketh.' 'I wote wel,' quod Hunger, 'what sykenesse ȝow eyleth; Ȝe han maunged ouermoche, and þat maketh ȝow grone. 255 Ac I hote þe,' quod Hunger, 'as þow þyne hele wilnest, That þow drynke no day ar þow dyne somwhat. Ete nouȝte, I hote þe, ar hunger þe take,