¶ And as for the noble knygt Perseueraunce ¶ Which gate the felde when it was almost gone ¶ Betokeneth nomore but the contynuaunce ¶ Of vertuous lyvyng tyll dethe hath auergone ¶ Who soo wyll doo rewarded is anone ¶ As Vertue was with the crowne on hy whiche is noo more but euerlastyng glory ¶ And as for Prestynacyon The line is cut short. ¶ That eche of hem rewarded after his deserte The line must be: ¶ Is to vnderstonde nomore but dampnacyon And as for Prescience ¶ To vycyous people is the verey scourge smert and Predestinacion ¶ Rewarde for they fro Vertue wolde peruert ¶ And endelesse Ioye is to hem that be electe ¶ Rewarded & to all that folow the same secte ¶ And as for the keyes of the posternes fyue Whiche were to Morple{us} rewarded for his laboure ¶ Sygnyfye not elles but whyle man is on lyue ¶ His fyue inwarde wyttes shall be euery hour ¶ In his slepe occupyed in hele & in langour ¶ With fantasyes tryfels Illusyons & dremes ¶ Whiche Poetes call Morpleus stremes ¶ And as for Residiuacyon is nomore to say ¶ But after Confessyon tornyng ayene to synne ¶ Whiche to euery man retornyth sauns delay ¶ To vycyous lyuyng agayn hym to wynne ¶ Whyle ony man lyueth wyll it neuer blynne ¶ That cursed conclusyon for to bryng aboute ¶ But Reason with Sadnes kepe it styll oute ¶ Here hast thou properly the verrey sentence ¶ Perde now declared of this vysyon ¶ The pycture also yeueth clere intellygence ¶ Therof beholden with good dyscresyon ¶ Loke well aboute and take consyderasyon ¶ As I haue declared whether hit soo be ¶ A syr quoth Morpleus what tolde I the ¶ Hast thou properly the verey sentence ¶ Loke on yon wall yonder before ¶ And all that tyme stood I in a wyre ¶ Whiche way first myn hert wolde yeue more ¶ To loke in a stody stood I therfore ¶ Neuerthelesse at last as Morpleus me badde ¶ I loked forwarde with contenaunce sadde ¶ Where I beheld in portrayture ¶ The maner of the felde euen as it was Shewed me before & euery creature ¶ On bothe sydes beyng drawyng in small space ¶ Soo caryously in soo lytyll a compace ¶ In all this worlde was neuer thyng wrought ¶ Hit were Impossyble in erthe to be thought ¶ And when I had long beholde that pycture ¶ What q{uo}d Morpleus how longe shalte thou loke ¶ Daryng as a dastard on yon portrayture: ¶ Come of for shame thy wytte stante a croke ¶ I heryng that myn herte to me toke ¶ Towarde the fourthe wall tornyng my vysage ¶ Where I sawe Poetes & Phylosophers sage