Also I fere lyst my shyp sholde synke for syn If that Cupido and Uenus seruytours On the vnsure se my shyp entred within Or all the folys promotyd to honours I none receyue can of hye progenytours My shyp is nat dressyd for them conuenyent And to I fere lyst theyr cruell rygours: Sholde rayse to my shyp some tempest or tourment THENUOY OF BARKLAY TO THE FOLYS. Fy studentis clens your myndes of this cryme Gyue ones your hertis to parfyte dylygence Howe longe in Idelnes, wyll ye lese your tyme In pryde and ryot, with all other offence Alas what profyte get ye by neglygence But spende your goodes in all iniquyte And where your frendes thynke, ye labour for scyence: Ye lese your tyme bryngynge them to pouertee Leue of suche stody as is vnprofytable Without fruyte outher godly discyplyne And gyue your myndes to scyences lawdable Where ye may your herte set and inclyne: To Arystotyls or Platoys doctryne And nat alway on logyke or Sophestry I wyll nat say but it is a thynge dyuyne And moche worth to knowe Phylosophy * * * * * Of them that folysshly speke agaynst the workes of god. [Illustration: Here note we fowlys whiche can nat be content With goddes worke, and ordynaunce dyuyne Thynkynge theyr owne wyll moche more expedyent Nat wyllynge theyr myndes to his wyll to enclyne But suche folys often sholde come to ruyne And wo with sorowe and losse sholde they fynde If god sholde conforme his workes to theyr mynde] He is a fole and laboreth in vayne: Whiche with small brondes of fyre flamynge bryght Entendyth with laboure besynes and payne Of the shynynge sonne for to encrease the lyght Suche one assayeth a thynge passynge his myght And is a fole to set thought or delyte To mende that thynge whiche god hath made perfyte But yet is he a moche gretter fole truely Whiche wyll correct that thynge whiche god hath done And doth nat his herte his wyll and mynde aply To goddes workes and deuyne prouysyon Of all other maddest is his condycion And more frantyfe forsoth I may hym call Than they that ar vext with furyes infernall: (Thou fole) the myght of god omnipotent In vertue and wysdome so largely doth extende His maiesty, and power is so excellent His glorious godhede his workes doth defende So that no mortall man can them amende Wenest thou mad fole that thou amende cannest ought That he hath done: whiche made all thynge of nought He that hath made the heuen and firmament The londe, the se, and euery other thynge Is so discrete, so wyse, and prouydent Before his presence parfytely seynge All thynge to come that neuer hath had beynge His workes and dedys ar so perfyte and ryght That none can increas nor yet decreas his myght