What auayle is it the worlde to obtayne In one mannys power, and all other to excell To suffer trouble, and vayne charges sustayne And at the last his pore soule gooth to hell There toren and tourmented in paynes cruell It were moche better to kepe a quyet mynde And after our deth eternall rest to fynde He that taketh thought for euery besynes: And caryth for that whiche doth nat apertayne Nor longe to his charge, he is full of blyndnes And no houre shall rest, but styll in thought and payne Care for thy owne charges, theron set thy brayne For he a fole is that caryth or doth intende For another mannys charge whiche he can nat amende Therfore lyue in rest after thy degre. Nor on suche thynges do nat thy mynde aply Whiche ar no thynge apertaynynge vnto the If thou so do thou shalt fynde rest therby Auoyde thou the charge of worldly mysery For godes take no thought great care ne trauayle. Whiche after deth shall do the none auayle BARKLAY TO THE FOLYS. Fole clere thy iyen and of thy selfe beware Care moste for thy owne besynes and charge For other mennes take no great thought nor care If thou thy conscience mayst therof discharge A curyous man that of his tunge is large Talkynge or carynge of other, his place is best Hye in the fore top of our folysshe barge For in that place is small quyet or rest * * * * * Of them that ar alway borowynge. [Illustration: A man that is besy both euyn and morowe With rauysshynge clawys and insaciable Of his frendes and neyghbours to begge and to borow To the deuourynge wolfe is most lyke or semblable Suche in our shyp shall nat want a babyll For he that styll borowes shall skant hym quyte or redde And as a wretche the asse shall hym ouer tredde] That fole that hym selfe a dettour doth make To dyuerse men, and is borowynge alway Right ponderous charges on hym doth take Borowynge of one another therwith to pay Thoughe he be glad to haue longe terme and day To hym assygned to make his payment It nought auayleth, for soone the tyme is spent But in the meane tyme deuourynge vsurye Spoylyth makynge pore many a borewer Where they two borewed they promys to pay thre Their day of payment lenger to defarre. Thus doth oft borowynge many thousandes marre Yet some get malyce for that gode that they len And where they lent twenty gladly taketh ten. I wyll nat say but that it is mede certayne To lene frely to one that is in nede And wyll be glade it to content agayne. But he that lenyth to haue rewarde or mede Or more than he lent, may of hell payne haue drede And he that so boroweth gayne can haue none Therby in this lyfe, but hell whan he is gone