"Shal nevere cheeste by-molen it, Ne mothe after biten it, Ne fend ne fals man Defoulen it in thi lyve. Shal noon heraud ne harpour 8950 Have a fairer garnement Than Haukyn the actif man, And thow do by my techyng; Ne no mynstrall be moore worth Amonges povere and riche, Than Haukyns wif the wafrer, {275} With his _activa vita_." "And I shal purveie thee paast," quod Pacience, "Though no plough erye, And flour to fede folk with 8960 As best be for the soule, Though nevere greyn growed, Ne grape upon vyne. To alle that lyveth and loketh Liflode wolde I fynde, And that y-nogh shal noon faille Of thyng that hem nedeth, We sholde noght be to bisy Abouten oure liflode," _Ne solliciti sitis, etc. Volucres coeli 8970 Deus pascit, etc. Patientes vincunt._ Thanne laughed Haukyn a litel, And lightly gan swerye, "Who so leveth yow, by oure Lord! I leve noght he be blessed." "No," quod Pacience paciently; And out of his poke hente Vitailles of grete vertues For alle manere beestes, 8980 And seide, "Lo here liflode y-nogh! If oure bileve be trewe. For lent nevere was lif, But liflode were shapen, Wher-of or wher-fore Or wher-by to libbe. "First the wilde worm Under weet erthe, Fissh to lyve in the flood, {276} And in the fir the criket, 8990 The corlew by kynde of the eyr Moost clennest flessh of briddes, And bestes by gras and by greyn And by grene rootes, In menynge that alle men Myghte the same Lyve thorugh leel bileve And love, as God witnesseth." _Quodcunque petieritis a patre in nomine meo, etc. Et alibi: 9000 Non in solo pane vivit homo, sed in omni verbo quod procedit de ore Dei._ But I lokede what liflode it was That Pacience so preisede; And thanne was it a pece of the pater-noster, _Fiat voluntas tua._ "Have, Haukyn," quod Pacience, "And et this whan the hungreth, Or whan thow clomsest for cold, 9010 Or clyngest for drye; Shul nevere gyves thee greve, Ne gret lordes wrathe, Prison ne peyne; For _patientes vincunt_. By so that thow be sobre Of sighte and of tonge, In etynge and in handlynge, And in alle thi fyve wittes, Darstow nevere care for corn, 9020 Ne lynnen cloth ne wollen, Ne for drynke, ne deeth drede, But deye as God liketh, {277} Or thorugh hunger or thorugh hete, At his wille be it. For if thow lyve after his loore, The shorter lif the bettre. _Si quis amat Christum, Mundum non diliget istum._