OTHER ENGLISH WORKS. With regard to the text of the poem _In Praise of Peace_ all that need be said will be found in the notes upon it. The Trentham MS., which contains it, has already been fully described in the volume of ‘French Works.’ A poem in five seven-line stanzas, beginning ‘Passe forthe þou pilgryme and bridel wele þy beste,’ occurs in (Shirley’s) MS. Ashmole 59, f. 17 v^o (Bodl. Libr.), with the title ‘Balade moral of gode counseyle made by Gower.’ The same without the final stanza (owing to loss of a leaf) occurs in MS. Rawlinson C. 86, but with no title or ascription of authorship, and both texts have been printed (not quite correctly) by Dr. Karl Meyer in his _John Gower’s Beziehungen_, &c., 1889. In addition to these copies there is one in the British Museum MS. Addit. 29729, which has been published by Dr. Max Förster in the _Archiv für das Studium der neueren Sprachen_, vol. 102, p. 50. In this MS. the piece is ascribed to Benedict Burgh, and it is called ‘A leson to kepe well the tonge.’ It is almost impossible that these verses can have been written by Gower, but out of deference to Shirley’s authority (which is not very weighty however), and in order that the reader may judge, it is printed here, all deviations from the Ashmole text being noted, except in the case of ‘th’ for ‘þ,’ and some readings of the Rawlinson copy (R) being added in parentheses. BALADE MORAL OF GODE COUNSEYLE MADE BY GOWER. Passe forth, thou pilgryme, and bridel wel thy beeste;[1] Loke not agein for thing that may betyde;[2] Thenke what thou wilt, but speke ay with the leeste; Avyse thee wel who stondeth thee besyde;[3] Let not thyne herte beo with thy tonge bewryde; Trust not to muche in fayre visayginge, For peynted cheere shapeth efft to stynge.[4] Byholde thy selff, or that thou other deme; Ne beo not glad whane other done amyss;[5] Sey never al that which wolde the sothe seme,[6] 10 Thou maist not wite what thy fortune is:[7] For there is no wight on lyve iwyss[8] That stondeth sure, ther fore I rede beware,[9] And looke aboute for stumbling in the snare. Reporte not muche on other mennes sawe;[10] Be ay adrad to here a wicked fame;[11] For man shal dye by dome of goddes lawe, That here enpeyreth any mannes name.[12] Avyse thee wel ther fore or thow attame[13] Suche as thou mayst never revoke ageyn;[14] 20 A good name leste is leste for ay certain.[15] Pley not with pecus ne ffawvel to thy feere;[16] Chese thou hem never, yif thou do affter me; The hande is hurt that bourdeth with the bere;[17] Fawvel fareth even right as doth a bee;[18] Hony mowthed, ful of swetnesse is she,[19] But loke behinde and ware thee from hir stonge,[20] Thow shalt have hurt yf thou play with hir longe.[21]