¶ Whiche concordaunce no more sygnyfyeth ¶ To playne vnderstandyng but in euery mane ¶ Bothe Sensualyte & Reason applyeth ¶ Rather Dethe to flee then with hir to be tane ¶ Loo in that poynt accorde they holly thane ¶ And in all other they clerely dyscorde ¶ Thus is trewly set thy doubtfull monacorde ¶ I heryng that kneled on my kne ¶ And thanked her lowly for her dyscyplyne ¶ That she wouchesafe of her benygnyte ¶ Of tho gret doubtes me to enlumyne ¶ Well was she worthy to be called Doctryne ¶ If it had be no more but for the solucyon ¶ Of my demaunde & of this straunge vysyon ¶ And as I with myne hede began for to bow ¶ As me well ought to do her reuerence ¶ She thens departed I can not tell how ¶ But within a moment gone was she thens ¶ Then sayd Morpleus let vs go hens ¶ what sholde we here tarye lengere ¶ Hast thou not herde a generall answere ¶ To all thy materes that thou lyst to meue ¶ My tyme draweth nere that I must rest ¶ And euen therewith he toke me by the sleue ¶ And sayd goo we hens for that sholde I best ¶ As good is ynough as a grete fest ¶ Thou hast seen ynough holde the content ¶ And euen with {that} forthe with hym I went ¶ Tyll he had me brought agene to my bedde ¶ where he me founde and then pryuely Original has ¶ He stale awaye I coude not vnderstande pruyely ¶ were he became but sodeynly instead of ¶ As he came he went I tell you veryly pryuely ¶ whiche done fro slepe I gan to awake ¶ My body all in swet began for to shake ¶ For drede of the syght that I had sene ¶ wenyng to me all had be trew ¶ Actuelly done where I had bene ¶ That batyll holde twene Vyce & Vertew ¶ But when I see hit hit was but a whew ¶ A dreme a fantasy & a thyng of nought ¶ To study thereon I had nomore thought ¶ Tyll at the last I gan me bethynke ¶ For what cause shewed was this vysyon ¶ I knew not wherefore I toke pen & ynke ¶ And paper therof to make mencyon ¶ In wrytyng takyng consyderacyon ¶ That noo defaute were found in me ¶ whereon accused I ought for to be ¶ For slouthe that I had left hit vntolde ¶ Neyther by mouthe nor in remembrau{n}ce ¶ Put it in wrytyng where thorugh manyfolde ¶ wayes of accusacio{n} myght torne me to greuau{n}ce ¶ All this I sawe as I lay in a traunce ¶ But wheder it was with myne ey bodely ¶ Or not in certayn god knoweth & not I ¶ That to dyscerne I purpose not to dele ¶ Soo large by my wyll it longeth not to me ¶ were hit dreme or vysyon for your owne wele ¶ All that shall hit rede here rad or se ¶ Take thereof the best & let the worst be ¶ Try out the corne clene from the chaff And then may ye say ye have a sure staff