And but if he be heighlich huyred, ellis wil he chyde, And þat he was werkman wrouȝt waille þe tyme; Aȝeines Catones conseille comseth he to iangle:— _Paupertatis onus pacienter ferre memento_. 310 He greueth hym aȝeines God, and gruccheth aȝeines resoun, And þanne curseth he þe kynge, and al his conseille after, Suche lawes to loke, laboreres to greue. Ac whiles Hunger was her maister, þere wolde none of hem chyde, Ne stryue aȝeines his statut, so sterneliche he loked. 315 Ac I warne ȝow, werkemen, wynneth while ȝe mowe, For Hunger hide<r>ward hasteth hym faste, He shal awake with water wastoures to chaste. Ar fyue <ȝere> be fulfilled suche famyn shal aryse, Thorwgh flodes and þourgh foule wederes frutes shul faille; 320 And so sayde Saturne, and sent ȝow to warne: Whan ȝe se þe sonne amys, and two monkes hedes, And a mayde haue þe maistrie, and multiplied bi eight, Þanne shal Deth withdrawe, and Derthe be Iustice, And Dawe þe Dyker deye for hunger, 325 But if God of his goodnesse graunt vs a trewe. [Foot-note: 6 wolde] wil _MS._] [Foot-note: 130 or] and _MS._] B. FROM THE C-TEXT, PASSUS VI, ll. 1-104. MS. Phillips 8231 (about 1400). Thus ich awaked, wot God, wanne ich wonede on Cornehulle, Kytte and ich in a cote, cloþed as a lollere, And lytel _ylete_ by, leyue me for soþe, Among lollares of London and lewede heremytes; For ich made of þo men as Reson me tauhte. 5 For as ich cam by Conscience, wit Reson ich mette, In an hote heruest, wenne ich hadde myn hele, And lymes to labore with, and louede wel fare, And no dede to do bote drynke and to slepe: In hele and in vnité on me aposede, 10 Romynge in remembraunce, thus Reson me aratede:— 'Canstow seruen,' he seide, 'oþer syngen in a churche, Oþer coke for my cokers, oþer to þe cart picche, Mowe, oþer mowen, oþer make bond to sheues, Repe, oþer be a repereyue, and aryse erliche, 15 Oþer haue an horne and be haywarde, and liggen oute a nyghtes, And kepe my corn in my croft fro pykers and þeeues? Oþer shappe shon oþer cloþes, oþer shep oþer kyn kepe, <H>eggen oþer harwen, oþer swyn oþer gees dryue, Oþer eny kyns craft þat to þe comune nudeþ, 20 Hem þat bedreden be bylyue to fynde?' 'Certes,' ich seyde, 'and so me God helpe, Ich am to waik to worche with sykel oþer with sythe, And to long, leyf me, lowe for to stoupe, To worchen as a workeman eny wyle to dure.' 25 'Thenne hauest þow londes to lyue by,' quath Reson, 'oþer lynage riche That fynden þe þy fode? For an hydel man þow semest,