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Prologue





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   Fader and Sun and Haligast,
That anfald God es ay stedfast,
Worthi Driht in Trinité,
A God, a miht, in persons thre;
Withouten end and biginning,
Rihtwis Lauerd and mihti Kyng
That mad of riht noht alle thing
And geres the erthe froit forthe bring:
Witouten thee nan froit mai spring,
For al es loken in thi welding.
Thou ert Lauerd, that worthi Drihte
That al ophaldes wiht thi mihte.
Thou that al craftes kanne,
Of erthe and lam thou made manne
And gaf him gast of schilwisnes,
That thou mad efter thi liknes.
Thou filde this gaste sa full of witte,
Sa quaynt and crafti mad thou itte,
That al bestes er red for man,
Sa mani wyle and wrenk he can.
Forthi suld man in thi servis
Despend his witte and his quaintis;
For thu gaf man skil and insiht,
And hevenis blis thou haves him hiht
To kovenand that he serve thee riht
And se and knau thi mikel miht.
One thee bird be his mast thouht,
That ses quat thou for him has wroht,
And fra quat bale thou him broht,
Quen thou fra helle on rode him boht.
An unkind man es he,
That turnes alle his thoht fra thee,
And wel bird everilke man
Lof God after that he kan:
Lered men wit rihtwis lare,
And laued folk wit rihtwis fare;
Prestes wit matines and wit messe,
And lewde men wiht rihtwisnes;
Clerk wit lar of Godes worde,
For he haves in him Godes horde
Of wisdom and of gastlic lare,
That he ne aght noht forto spare,
Bot scheu it forth til laued menne,
And thaim the wai til hevin kenne.
For all sal we yeld acount,
Quat that wisdom mai amount,
That God havis given us for to spend,
In god oys til our lives end.
Forthi suld ilke precheour schau
The god that Godd havis gert him knau,
For qua sa hides Godes gift,
God mai chalange him of thift.
In al thing es he nouht lele,
That Godes gift fra man wil sele.
Forthi the litel that I kanne
Wil I schau til ilke manne,
Yf I kan mar god than he,
For than lif ic in charité;
For god es wisdom that es kid,
And nathing worthe quen it es hid.
Forthi wil I of my povert,
Schau sum thing that ik haf in hert,
On Ingelis tong that alle may
Understand quat I wil say,
For laued men haves mar mister,
Godes word forto her,
Than klerkes that thair mirour lokes,
And sees hou thai sal lif on bokes;
And bathe klerk and laued man,
Englis understand kan,
That was born in Ingeland,
And lang haves ben tharin wonand.
Bot al men can noht, iwis,
Understand Latin and Frankis.
Forthi me think almous it isse,
To wirke sum god thing on Inglisse,
That mai ken lered and laued bathe
Hou thai mai yem thaim fra schathe,
And stithe stand igain the fend,
And til the blis of heven wend.
Mi speche haf I mint to drawe,
Of Cristes dedes and his sau;
On him mai I best found mi werke,
And of his dedes tac mi merke,
That maked al this werd of noht,
And der mankind on rode boht.
The faur Godspellers us schawes
Cristes dedes and his sawes,
Al faur a talle thay telle,
Bot seer saues er in thair spelle,
And of thair spel in kirk at messe,
Er leszouns red bathe mar and lesse;
For at everilke messe we rede
Of Cristes wordes and his dede.
Forthi tha Godspells that always
Er red in kirc on Sundays,
Opon Inglis wil ic undo,
Yef God wil gif me grace tharto.
For namlic on the Sunanday,
Comes lawed men thair bede to say
To the kirc, an forto lere
Gastlic lare that thar thai here;
For als gret mister haf thay,
To wit quat the Godspel wil say
Als lered men, for bathe er bouht
Wit Cristes blod, and sal be broht
Til hevenes blis ful menskelie,
Yef thai lef her rihtwislie.
For wil ic on Inglis schau,
And ger our laued brether knawe,
Quat alle tha Godspelles saies,
That falles tille the Sunnendayes;
That thai mai her and hald in hert,
Thinge that thaim til God mai ert.
And forthi at our biginninge,
Pray we God of hevine kinge,
That he help us forto bringe
This ilke werk to god endinge;
And gif me grace sua make
This werk for laued mennes sake,
That I mai haf for my mede,
Hevenrik blis quen I am dede.
And our werc be worschipe
To God, and to the fend sendschipe,
And joy til halwe and till angel,
And Cresten folk til sauel hel.1
That it be sua, says inwardlye
“Pater noster,” “Ave Marie.” Pater noster etc.
(t-note)
onefold; is ever
Ruler
One; one; (see note)
(t-note)
Righteous Lord
Who made everything from nothing; (see note)
makes; fruit; (t-note)

locked; power

uphold with
who understand all
loam; man; (see note)
the spirit of reason
Whom
(t-note)
cunning
are afraid of
tricks; knows
Therefore
Use; cunning

promised
In covenant; (t-note)
great
On; ought [to] be
When [he] sees what
what trouble
When; cross; redeemed; (see note)
unnatural

ought every
Praise God as best he knows how
Learned; with good (just) teaching
unlearned people (laity); behavior
matins; mass
unlearned; (t-note)
knowledge (counsel)
treasure
spiritual
ought; (t-note)
to ignorant
make known
we will all give an account; (t-note)


use
each; make known
made him know
who
accuse
loyal
conceal



then I live
made known; (t-note)
when
shortcoming
I have
English; (see note)

ignorant; have greater need

who examine themselves; (see note)




dwelling
certainly
French
charity
compose

protect; harm
firmly; against; devil
go
I intend to speak
sayings


world from nothing
at great cost
Gospel writers

one tale; (see note)
various sayings are
church




(see note)
In; expound
If; (t-note)
especially
prayer
learn
Spiritual teaching; hear; (t-note)
need
know


graciously
live here





lead
(t-note)



so

reward
Heavenly

(t-note)


[In order] that it [may] be so, say
“Our Father,” “Hail Mary”; (see note)
Explicit Prologus. Incipit ratio quare presens opus incipiat Dominicam primam Adventus Domini.2