¶ Many one moo that at the banket ¶ Serued the goddes as I sayde before ¶ Som were made standyng & som in chayris set ¶ Som lokyng on bokys as they had stodyed sore ¶ Som drawyng almenakis & in her hondis bore ¶ Astyrlabes takyng the altytude of the sonne ¶ Among whome Dyogenes sate in a tonne ¶ And as I was lokyng on that fourthe wall ¶ Of Dyogenes beholdyng the ymage ¶ Sodeynly Doctryne began me to call ¶ And bad me tourne towarde hyr my vysage ¶ And soo then I dyde with humble corage ¶ Whan thynkest {thou} she sayd hast {thou} not thentent ¶ Yet of these foure walles what they represent ¶ The pycture on the fyrst {that} standeth at my bake ¶ Sheweth the {the} present tyme of pylgremage ¶ Of whiche before I vnto the spake ¶ Whiche is the tyme of daungerous passage ¶ The seconde dyscrettly agayne my vysage ¶ The tyme expresseth of Deuyacyon ¶ Whyle paynyme lawe had the domynacyon ¶ The thryd wall standyng on my lyfe honde ¶ The tyme representeth of Reuocacyon ¶ And the fourthe standyng on my ryght honde ¶ Determyneth the tyme of Reconsylyacyon ¶ This is the effecte of thy vysyon ¶ Wherfore the nedeth no more theron to muse ¶ Hit were but veyne thy wyttes to dysuse ¶ But duryng the tym of Reconsylyacyon ¶ Thy tyme of pylgremage loke well {thou} spende ¶ And then woll gracyous Predestynacyon Original has ¶ Bryng the to glory at thy law ende well instead ¶ And euen with that came to my mynde of woll ¶ My fyrst conclusyon that I was aboute ¶ To haue dreuen er slepe made me to lute ¶ That is to say how Sensualyte ¶ {With} Reason to acorde myght be brought aboute ¶ Whiche caused me to knele downe on my kne ¶ And beseke Doctryne determyne that doute ¶ Oo Lord god sayd Doctry{n}e canst {thou} not withoute ¶ Me that conclusyon bryng to an ende ¶ Ferre is fro the wytte & ferther good mende ¶ And euen with that Dethe gan appere ¶ Shewyng hymselfe as though that he wolde ¶ His darte haue occupyed within that herbere ¶ But there was none for hym yong nor olde ¶ Saue oonly I Doctrine hym tolde ¶ And when I herde hyr with hym comon thus ¶ I me withdrew behynde Morpleus. ¶ Dredyng full sore lest he with his dart. ¶ Through Doctrynes wordes ony entresse. ¶ In me wolde haue had or claymed ony part ¶ Which sholde haue caused me grete heuynesse ¶ Within whiche tyme & short processe ¶ Came thyder Reason and Sensualyte. ¶ A quoth Doctryne ryght welcome be ye ¶ Hit is not long sythe we of you spake ¶ Ye must er ye goo determyne a doute ¶ And euen with that she the mater brake ¶ To theym & tolde hit euery where aboute ¶ I wolde haue be thens yf I had moute ¶ For fere I loked as blake as a cole ¶ I wolde haue cropen in a mouse hole