¶ Crowned as I tolde you late here before. ¶ Whoos apparayl wos worth tresour Infynyte ¶ All erthly rychesse count I no more. ¶ To that in co{m}paryson valewy{n}g the{n} a myte. ¶ Ouer her hede houed a culuer fayr & whyte. ¶ Out of her byll p{ro}ceded a grete leme. ¶ Downward to Doctryne lyke a sonne beme ¶ The wordes of Doctryne yaue grete redole{n}s ¶ In swetnesse of sauour to her dyscyples al. ¶ It fer exceded myr & frankencense. ¶ Or ony other tre spyce or els galle. ¶ And whan she me espyed anone she gan me cal. ¶ A{n}d co{m}mau{n}ded morple{us} {that} he shold bry{n}g me nere ¶ For she wold me hew the effect of my desyre. Original has Ad{n}, bry{n} ¶ She sayd I know the cause of thy comyng. and theffect ¶ Is to vnderstond be myn enformal yon. instead of ¶ Sensyble the mater of morpleus his shewynge A{n}d, bry{n}g ¶ As he hath the led about in vesyon. and the effect ¶ Wherfore now I apply thy natural reason. ¶ Vnto my wordes & or thou hens wend. ¶ Thou shalt it know begynnyng and ende. ¶ For whan Colus to pluto was broughte: ¶ By hys owne neclygence taken prysonere. ¶ Wythin the erth for he so fer foughte. ¶ Sygnyfed is no more be that matere. ¶ But only to shew the how it doth appere: ¶ That welth vnbrydeled at thyn eye. ¶ Enbraseth mysrewle and oft causyth foly. ¶ For lyke as Colus beyng at his large ¶ Streyted hymself thrugh his own lewdenesse ¶ For he wolde deele where he had no charge ¶ Ryght soo wantons by her wyldenesse ¶ Oftesythe bryng hymselfe in dystresse ¶ Because they sometyme to largely deele ¶ What may wors be suffred tha{n} ouermykell weele ¶ By Mynos the Iuge of hell desparate ¶ May be vnderstonde goddys ryghtwysnes ¶ That to euery wyght his payne deputate ¶ Assygneth acordyng to his wyckednes ¶ Wherfore he is called Iuge of cruelnes ¶ And as for Dyana & Neptunus compleynte ¶ Fygured may be fooles reason feynt. ¶ For lyke as they made her suggestyon ¶ To haue me Colus from cours of hys kynde ¶ Which was Impossyble to bryng to correccyon ¶ For euermore hys lyberte haue wyll the wynde ¶ In lyke wyse fooles other whyle be blynde ¶ Wenyng to subdew with her one honde ¶ That is ouermykell for all an hole londe ¶ But what foloweth therof that shall thou here ¶ When they were come to the bankete ¶ The grete Apollo with his sad chere ¶ Soo fayre & curtously gan theym entret ¶ That he made her beerdys on the new gete ¶ Loo what wysdome dooth to a foole ¶ Wherefore are children put to scoole