"Of courtesy, as says St. Paul, Members of Christ we may be seen. As head and arm and leg, and all, Bound to the body close have been, Each Christian soul himself may call A living limb of his Lord, I ween. And see how neither hate nor gall 'Twixt limb and limb may intervene; The head shows neither spite nor spleen, Though arm and finger jewelled be, So fare we all in love serene, As kings and queens by courtesy." "Courtesy flowers thy folk among, And charity, I well believe. If foolish words flow from my tongue, Let not my speech thy spirit grieve. A queen in heaven while yet so young, Too high thou dost thyself upheave. Then what reward from strife were wrung? What worship more might he achieve Who lived in penance morn and eve, Through bodily pain in bliss to be? Honour more high might he receive, Than be crowned king by courtesy?" IX "That courtesy rewards no deed If all be true that thou dost say; Our life not two years didst thou lead Nor learned to please God, nor to pray, No Paternoster knew nor creed, And made a queen on the first day! I may not think, so God me speed! That God from right would swerve away; As a countess, damsel, by my fay! To live in heaven were a fair boon, Or like a lady of less array, But a queen! Ah, no! it is too soon." "With Him there is no soon nor late," Replied to me that worthy wight; "True always is His high mandate; He doth no evil, day nor night. Hear Matthew in the mass narrate, In the Gospel of the God of might, His parable portrays the state Of the Kingdom of Heaven, clear as light: 'My servants,' saith He, 'I requite As a lord who will his vineyard prune; The season of the year is right, And labourers must be hired soon.'" "Right soon the hirelings all may see How the master with the dawn arose; To hire his labourers forth went he, And workmen stout and strong he chose. For a penny a day they all agree, Even as the master doth propose, They toil and travail lustily, Prune, bind, and with a ditch enclose. Then to the market-place he goes, And finds men idle at high noon: 'How can a man stand here who knows The vineyards should be tilled so soon?'" "'Soon as day dawned we hither won, And no man hath our labour sought; We have been standing since rose the sun And no one bids us to do aught.' 'Enter my vineyard every one,' The master answered quick as thought: 'The work that each by night has done I will truly pay, withholding naught.' Among the vines they went and wrought, While morning, noon and afternoon, More labourers the master brought, Until the night must gather soon."