The Vision and Creed of Piers Ploughman, Volume 2 — John Shaqi
The Vision and Creed of Piers Ploughman, Volume 2Langland, William
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The Vision and Creed of Piers Ploughman, Volume 2
Langland, William
Christian pilgrims and pilgrimages -- Poetry
"The fifte is moder of helthe,
A frend in alle fondynges,
And for the land evere a leche,
A lemman of alle clennesse.
_Sanitatis mater._
"The sixte is a path of pees,
Ye, thorugh the paas of Aultone
Poverte myghte passe
Withouten peril of robbyng.
For ther that poverte passeth, 9520
Pees folweth after;
And ever the lasse that he bereth,
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The hardier he is of herte.
For-thi seith Seneca,
_Paupertas est absque sollicitudine semita_ =
And an hardy man of herte,
Among an heep of theves.
_Cantabit paupertas coram latrone
viatore._ 9530
"The seventhe is welle of wisedom,
And fewe wordes sheweth;
Therfore lordes alloweth hym litel,
Or listneth to his reson,
For he tempreth the tonge to trutheward,
And no tresor coveiteth
_Sapientiæ temperatrix._
"The eightethe is a lele labour,
And looth to take moore
Than he may wel deserve, 9540
In somer or in wynter.
And if he chaffareth, he chargeth no losse,
Mowe he charité wynne.
_Negotium sine damno._
"The nynthe is swete to the soule,
No sugre is swetter.
For pacience is payn
For poverte hymselve,
And sobretee swete drynke
And good leche in siknesse. 9550
Thus lered me a lettred man,
For oure Lordes love of hevene;
Seint Austyn a blessed lif
Withouten bisynesse ladde
For body and for soule,
_Absque sollicitudine felicitas_.
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Now God, that alle good gyveth,
Graunte his soule reste
That this first wroot to wissen men
What poverte was to mene!" 9560
"Allas!" quod Haukyn the actif man tho,
"That after my cristendom
I ne hadde be deed and dolven
For Do-welis sake!
So hard it is," quod Haukyn,
"To lyve and to do no synne.
Synne seweth us evere," quod he,
And sory gan wexe,
And wepte water with hise eighen,
And weyled the tyme 9570
That he evere dide dede
That deere God displesed;
Swound and sobbed
And siked ful ofte,
That evere he hadde lond outher lordshipe,
Lasse other moore,
Or maistrie over any man
Mo than of hymselve.
"I were noght worthi, woot God!" quod Haukyn,
"To werien any clothes, 9580
Ne neither sherte ne shoon,
Save for shame one
To covere my careyne," quod he;
And cride mercy faste,
And wepte and wailede;
And therwith I awakede. 9586
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_Passus Decimus Quintus, etc. finit Do-wel, et incipit Do-bet._
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