¶ A ha sayd Attropos then I see well. ¶ That all ye goddys be but cou{n}terfete. Original has ¶ For oo God there is that can euerydell. goodys and ¶ Tourne as hym lest bothe drye & whete. coue{n}terfete ¶ In to whoos seruyce I shal assay to gete. instead of ¶ And yf I may ones to his seruyce come. goddys and ¶ Your names shal be put to oblyuyone. cou{n}terfete ¶ Thus went Attropos fro the paleys wrooth. ¶ But in the mene tyme whyle {that} he there was. ¶ Glydyng by the paleys resydyuacyon gooth. ¶ Towarde Macrocosme with a peynted fase. ¶ Clad lyke a pylgryme walkyng a grete pase. ¶ In the forme as he had ben a man of ynde. ¶ He wede haue made reson & sadnesse both bly{n}de ¶ With sensualyte was he soone aqueynted. ¶ To whome he declared his mater pryuely. ¶ Yet he was espyed for all his face peynted. ¶ Then reson hy{m} co{m}mauded pyke hy{m} the{n}s lightly. ¶ For his ease q{uo}d sadnesse so cou{n}seyll hym wyll I. ¶ Soo was sensualyte ay kepte vnder foote. ¶ That to resydyuacyon myght he doo no boote. ¶ Then went he to Nature & asked her auyse. ¶ His entent to opteynde what was best to doo. ¶ She sayd euer syth Vertu of vyce wan {the} pryse. ¶ Reson with sadnesse hath rewled the felde soo. ¶ That I & sensualyte may lytyll for the doo. ¶ For I may noo more but oonly kepe my cours. ¶ And yet is sensualyte strenger kept & wours. ¶ Th{us} hery{n}g resydiuacon fro the{n}s he went ageyn ¶ Full of thought & sorow {that} he myght not spede. ¶ Than reson & sadnesse toke wedehokes tweyn. ¶ And all wylde wa{n}tonesse out {the} felde gan wede. ¶ With all the slyper grasse {that} grewe of the sede. Original has ¶ That sensualyte before therin sew. thr instead ¶ And fro thens forth kept it clene for vertew of the ¶ Than began new grase in the felde to spryng. ¶ All vnlyke {that} other of colour fayr & bryght. ¶ But then I aspyed a meruelous thyng. ¶ For the grou{n}de of {the} felde gan wex hore & whyt. ¶ I coude not conceyue how {that} be myght. ¶ Tyll I was enformed & taught it to know. ¶ But wher vertu occupyet must nedes wel grow Yet in the mene tyme while the felde thus grow. ¶ And reson with sadnesse therof had gouerau{n}ce. ¶ Many a preuy messenger thyder sent Vertew. ¶ To know yf it were guyded to his plesau{n}ce. ¶ Now prayer eft fastyng & often tyme penau{n}ce. ¶ And whan he myght goo preuely almesdede. ¶ And bad hy{m} to his power helpe where he se nede