And wyth vs strey[n]gth be honesty þe yete. If that be gretter vertues thou sete, Thou moste the turne toward Hercules And behold wele his grete worthines, In whome there was full myche bounte. And to thi lenage all thoughe that he Was contrarie and a grete name hym gate, [Sidenote: f. 9.] For all that haue thou neuer the more hate To his vertue, streyngth and nobylnese, Which opynned the ȝates of worthinese. Yet, though that thowe wylt folwe hys weye And also hys worthines, I sey It nedyth no thyng to the to make Were[133] with theyme of hell ne no stryfe take, Ne for to were wyth the god Pluto For ony fauour Proserpyng onto, The godes dowter called Ceres, Whome he rauysched on the se of Gres.[134] Ne onto the it is no mystyr[135] That thow be Serebrus,[136] the portar Of helle, besye the hys cheynes to breke, Ne of theyme of helle to take any wreke, The which to vntrewe wynnors be;[137] Nor for his felaws as dede he, Pirotheus and Theseus,[138] in fere, The which that nere hand desceyuyd were [To] auenture theyme in that valy soo, W[h]ere many a sowle hath ful mych woo; For werre inougth in herthe[139] þou schalt fynd felle, Thougth thow goo not to sek yt in helle. It is no thinge necessarie to the So to purchase or do armes, parde, To go and fyghte with serpentes stynggyng, With boores wylde or beerys rampyng.[140] Wheythir thou ymagen this I wote noghte, Or ell of wyldenes it commyth in thy thougth Of worthines for to have a name. In dystres, yf it be not for the same, As ffor thy body the ffor to defende, Yf that sych bestis wylde the offende, Than diffence, if asailled thou be, Withowte dowte it is worchip to the; Yf thow ouercome theym and the saue, Bothe grete lavde and worchip thou shalt haue.