It was wel seene at thilke tyde; For as it scholde of ryht betyde, This Viola largesce hath take And the nygard sche hath forsake: 4850 Of Babio sche wol no more,[298] For he was grucchende everemore, [Sidenote: =P. ii. 290=] Ther was with him non other fare Bot forto prinche and forto spare, Of worldes muk to gete encress. So goth the wrecche loveles,[299] Bejaped for his Skarcete, And he that large was and fre And sette his herte to despende, This Croceus, the bowe bende, 4860 Which Venus tok him forto holde, And schotte als ofte as evere he wolde.[300] Lo, thus departeth love his lawe, That what man wol noght be felawe To yive and spende, as I thee telle, He is noght worthi forto duelle In loves court to be relieved. Forthi, my Sone, if I be lieved,[301] Thou schalt be large of thi despence. [Sidenote: Amans.] Mi fader, in mi conscience 4870 If ther be eny thing amis, I wol amende it after this,[302] Toward mi love namely. [Sidenote: Confessor.] Mi Sone, wel and redely Thou seist, so that wel paid withal I am, and forthere if I schal Unto thi schrifte specefie[303] Of Avarices progenie What vice suieth after this, Thou schalt have wonder hou it is, 4880 Among the folk in eny regne That such a vice myhte regne, [Sidenote: =P. ii. 291=] Which is comun at alle assaies, As men mai finde nou adaies. [Sidenote: [INGRATITUDE.]] vii. _Cuncta creatura, deus et qui cuncta creauit,_ _Dampnant ingrati dicta que facta viri._[304] _Non dolor alonge stat, quo sibi talis amicam_[305] _Traxit, et in fine deserit esse suam._