Ecclesiæ tres sunt qui servitium maie fallunt; Momylers, for-scyppers, ovre-lepers, non bene psallunt. _Reliq. Antiq._ p. 90. _Poems of Walter Mapes_, p. 148. A still more numerous list of such offenders is given in the following lines from MS. Lansdowne, 762, fol. 101, v^o:-- Hii sunt qui Psalmos corrumpunt nequitur almos: Jangler cum jasper, lepar, galper quoque, draggar, Momeler, for-skypper, for-reynner, sic et over-leper, Fragmina verborum Tutivillus colligit horum. Tutivillus was the popular name of one of the fiends (see Towneley Mysteries, pp. 310, 319; Reliq. Antiq. p. 257). According to an old legend, a hermit walking out met one of the devils bearing a large sack, very full, under the load of which he seemed to labour. The hermit asked him what he carried in his sack. He answered that it was filled with the fragments of words which the clerks had skipped over or mutilated in the performance of the service, and that he was carrying them to hell to be deposited among the stores there. 7195. Psal. xlvi, 7, 8. 7264. _Briddes I biheld._ A similar sentiment is expressed in the following parallel passage of a modern poet:-- But most of all it wins my admiration To view the structure of this little work-- A bird's nest. Mark it well, within, without, No tool had he that wrought, no knife to cut, No nail to fix, no bodkin to insert, No glue to join; his little beak was all: And yet how neatly finished! What nice hand, With every implement and means of art, And twenty years' apprenticeship to boot, Could make me such another? Fondly then We boast of excellence, where noblest skill Instinctive genius foils.--_Hurdis._ 7342. Ecclesiasticus xi, 9. 7344. Instead of ll. 7344-7363, Whitaker's text has the following passage:-- 'Ho suffreth more than God?' quath he, 'No gome, as ich leyve. He myght amende in a mynt while Al that amys stondes. Ac he suffreth, in ensaumple That we sholde all suffren. Ys no vertue so feyr Of value ne of profit, As ys suffraunce, soveraynliche, So hit be for Godes love, And so wittnesseth the wyse, And wysseth the Frenshe, _Bele vertue est suffraunce, Mal dire est petite venjaunce; Bien dire e bien suffrer Fait ly suffrable à bien vener._ For-thi.' quath Reson, 'Ich rede the, Rewele thi tonge evere; And er thow lacke eny lyf, Loke ho is to preise. For is no creature under Cryst, That can hymselve make; And yf cristene creatures Couthen make hemselve, Eche lede wolde be lacles, Leyf thow non othere. Man was mad of suche matere, He may nat wel asterte, That som tymes hym tit To folwen hus kynde. Caton acordeth herwith: _Nemo sine crimine vivit._ 7347. Genes. i, 31. 7363. Cato, Distich. i, 5. Si vitam inspicias hominum, si denique mores, Quum culpent alios, nemo sine crimine vivit.