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Here begynneth the Plowman's Prologue The Ploweman plucked up his plowe Whan mydsommer mone was comen in, And sayd, "His beestes shuld eate ynowe, And lyge in the grasse, up to the chyn. They ben feble, both oxe and cowe, Of hem nis left but bone and skyn." He shoke of share, and cultre of-drowe, 1 And honge his harneys on a pin. He toke his tabarde and his staffe eke, And on his heed he set his hat, And sayde he wolde Saynt Thomas seke. On pylgremage he goth forth plat. In scrippe he bar both breed and lekes, He was forswonke and all forswat. Men might have sene through both his chekes, And every wang-toth and where it sat. Our Hoste behelde wele all about, And sawe this man was sun ybrent. He knewe well by his senged snout, And by his clothes that were to-rent, He was a man wont to walke about, He nas nat alway in cloystre ypent; He coulde not religiousliche lout, And therfore was he fully shent. Our Host him axed, "What man art thou?" "Sir," quod he, "I am an hyne, For I am wont to go to the plow And erne my mete yer that I dyne. To swete and swinke I make avow, My wyfe and children therwith to fynde, And serve God, and I wist how; But we leude men bene fully blynde. For clerkes say we shullen be fayne For hir lyvelod to swet and swinke, And they right nought us give agayne, 2 Neyther to eate ne yet to drinke. They mowe by lawe, as they sayne, Us curse and dampne to hell brinke. Thus they putten us to payne, With candles queynt and belles clinke. They make us thralles at her lust, And sayne, we mowe nat els be saved; They have the corne and we the dust, Who speaketh ther-agayn, they say he raved." "What, man!" quod our Host, "canst thou preche? Come nere, and tell us some holy thynge." "Sir," quod he, "I herde ons teche A prest in pulpit a good preachynge." "Saye on," quod our Host, "I the beseche." "Sir, I am redy at your byddynge. I praye you that no man me reproche Whyle that I am my tale tellynge." Thus endeth the Prologue, and here foloweth the fyrst parte of the tale. PART I A sterne stryfe is stered newe In many stedes in a stounde, Of sondry sedes that bene sewe, It semeth that som ben unsounde; For some be great growen on grounde, Some ben souple, simple and small. Whether of hem is falser founde, The falser, foule mote him befall! 3 That one syde is, that I of tell, Popes, cardynals, and prelates, Parsons, monkes, and freres fell, Priours, abbottes of great estates. Of hevyn and hell they kepe the yates, And Peters successours they ben all. This is demed by olde dates, But falshed, foule mought it befall! The other syde ben poore and pale, And people put out of prease; And seme caytyffes sore a-cale, And ever in one without encrease, 4 I-cleped lollers and londlese. Who toteth on hem, they bene untall; They ben arayed all for the peace; But falshed, foule mote it befall! Many a countrey have I sought To knowe the falser of these two; But ever my travayle was for nought, All so ferre as I have go. But as I wandred in a wro, In a wodde besyde a wall, Two foules sawe I sytte tho; The falser, foul mote hym befall! That one dyd plede on the Popes syde, A Gryffon of a grymme stature. A Pellycane withouten pryde To these lollers layde his lure; He mused his matter in measure, To counsayle Christ ever gan he call. The Gryffon shewed as sharpe as fyre, But falshed, foule mote it befall! The PELLYCANE began to preche Both of mercy and of mekenesse, And sayd that Christ so gan us teche, And meke and mercyable gan blesse. The Evangely beareth wytnesse A Lamb, he lykneth Christ over-all, In tokenynge that He mekest was, Sith pryde was out of heven fall. And so shulde every Christned be. Preestes, Peters successours, Beth lowlyche and of lowe degre, And usen none erthly honours, Neyther crowne, ne curious covertours, Ne pylloure, ne other proude pall; Ne nought to cofren up greet tresours; For falshed, foule mote it befall! Preestes shulde for no cattel plede, But chasten hem in charite; Ne to no bateyle shulde men lede For inhaunsing of her owne degree; Nat wilne syttynges in hye see, 5 Ne soverayntie in hous ne hall; All worldly worshippe defye and flee; For whoso willeth highnes, foule shall fall! Alas, who may suche sayntes call That wylneth welde erthlye honour? As lowe as Lucifere suche shall fall, In baleful blacknesse ybulden her bour; 6 That eggeth the people to errour, And maketh them to hem thrall. To Christ I holde suche one traytour, 7 As lowe as Lucifer suche one shall fall. That willeth to be kinges peeres, And hygher than the Emperour; Some that were but poore freres Nowe wollen waxe a warryour. God is nat her governour, That holdeth no man his peragall; Whyle covetyse is her counsaylour, All suche falshed mote nede fall. That hye on horse wylleth ryde In glytterande golde of great araye, I-paynted and portred all in pryde - No commen knyght maye go so gaye. Chaunge of clothyng every daye, With golden girdles great and small, As boystous as is bere at bay: All suche falshed mote nede fall. With pryde punysheth they the poore, And some they sustayne with sale; Of Holy Churche maketh an hore, And fylleth her wombe with wyne and ale; With money fylleth many a male, And chaffren churches when they fall, And telleth the people a leude tale - Suche false faytours, foule them fall. 8 With chaunge of many maner metes, With songe and solace syttynge longe, And filleth her wombe, and fast fretes, And from the mete to the gonge; And after mete, with harpe and songe, And eche man mote hem lordes call, And hote spyces ever amonge: Suche false faytours, foul hem fall. And myters mo than one or two, I-perled as the quenes heed; A staffe of golde, and pyrrey, lo! As hevy as it were made of leed; With cloth of golde both newe and reed, With glitterand golde as grene as gall, By dome will dampne men to deed. All suche faytours, foul hem fall! And Christes people proudly curse With brode bokes, and braying bell; To putte pennyes in her purse They wol sell both heven and hel. And in her sentence, and thou wilt dwell, 9 They willen gesse in her gaye hall; And though the soth thou of hem tell, In great cursinge shalt thou fall. That is blessed, that they blesse, And cursed, that they curse woll; And thus the people they oppresse, And have theyr lordshyppes at the full; And many be marchauntes of woll, And to purse penyes woll come thrall. 10 The poore people they all to-pull, Suche false faytours, foule hem fall! Lordes mote to hem loute, Obeysaunt to her brode blessyng. They ryden with a royall route On a courser, as it were a king; With saddle of golde glytteryng With curious harneys quayntly crallyt, Styroppes gaye of golde-mastlyng. All suche falshed, foule befall it! Christes minysters cleped they bene, And rulen all in robbery; But Antichriste they serven clene, Attyred all in tyranny. Witnesse of Johns prophesy, That Antichriste is her admirall, Tyffelers attyred in trechery. All suche faytours, foule hem fall! Who sayth that some of hem may synne, He shal be dome to be deed; Some of hem woll gladly wynne All ayenst that whiche God forbed. "All-holyest" they clepen her heed, That of her rule is regall; Alas, that ever they eten breed! For all suche, falshed woll foule fall. Her heed loveth all honour, And to be worshypped in worde and dede. Kynges mote to hem knele and coure: To the Apostles, that Chryst forbede. 11 To Popes hestes suche taketh more hede Than to kepe Chrystes commaundement. Of gold and sylver mote ben her wede, They holdeth him hole omnipotent. He ordayneth by his ordynaunce To parysh preestes a powere; To another, a greater avaunce, A greater poynt to his mystere. But for he is hyghest in erth here, To hym reserveth he many a poynt; But to Christ, that hath no pere, Reserveth he neyther opyn ne joynt. 12 So semeth he above hem all, And Christ aboven hym nothyng; Whan he sytteth in his stall, Dampneth, and saveth, as him thynk. Suche pryde to-fore God doth stynk. An angell bad John to hym nat knele, But only to God do his bowyng; Suche wyllers of worship must nede evyll fele. They ne clepen Christ but Sanctus Deus, And clepen her heed Sanctissimus; They that suche a sect sewys, I trowe, they taken hem amysse. In erth here they have her blysse, Her hye master is Belyal; Chrystes people from hem wysse! 13 For all suche false wyll foule fall! They mowe both bynde and lose, And all is for her holy lyfe; To save or dampne they mowe chose, Betwene hem now is great stryfe. Many a man is kylled with a knyfe, To wete which of hem have lordship shall; For suche, Chryst suffred woundes fyve; For all suche falshed will foule fall. Christ sayd: Qui gladio percutit, With swerde sothely he shall dye. He bad his preestes peace and grith, And bade hem not drede for to dye; And bad them be both symple and slye, And carke not for no cattall; But trusteth on God that sytteth on hye, For all false shull foule fall. These wollen make men to swere Ayenst Christes commaundement; And Christes membres all to-tere On Roode, as He wer newe yrent. Suche lawes they make by commen assent, Echone it choweth as a ball; Thus the poore be fully shent, But ever falshed foule it fall! They usen no symony, But sellen churches and priories; Ne they usen no envy, But cursen all hem contraries; And hyreth men by dayes and yeres With strength to holde hem in her stall; And culleth all her adversaries: - Therfore, falshed, foule thou fall! With purse they purchase personage, With purse they paynen hem to plede; And men of warre they woll wage, To brynge her enemyes to the dede. And lordes lyves they woll lede, And moche take, and give but small; But he it so get, from it shall shede, 14 And make suche false ryght foule fal! They halowe nothyng but for hyre, Churche, font, ne vestement; And make orders in every shyre, But preestes paye for the parchement. Of ryatours they taken rent, Therwith they smere the shepes skall; For many churches ben ofte suspent. All suche falshed, yet foule it fall! Some lyveth nat in lechery, But haunten wenches, widdowes, and wyves, And punysheth the poore for putry. Themselfe it useth all theyr lyves; 15 And but a man to them hym shryves, To heven come never he shall. He shal be cursed as be caytyves, To hell they sayne that he shall fall. There was more mercy in Maximyen, And in Nero, that never was good, Than is nowe in some of them Whan he hath on his furred hood. They folowe Christ that shedde His blood To heven, as buckette in to the wall; 16 Suche wreches ben worse than wood; And all suche faytours, foule hem fall! They gyve her almesse to the ryche, To maynteynours, and to men of lawe; For to lordes they woll be liche, An harlottes sonne nat worthe an hawe! Sothfastnesse suche han slawe. They kembe her crokettes with christall; And drede of God they have downe drawe: All suche faytours, foule hem fall! They maken parsons for the penny And canons of her cardynals. Unnethes amongest hem all any That he ne hath glosed the gospell fals. For Christ made never no cathedrals, Ne wyth Hym was no cardynall Wyth a redde hatte as usyn mynstrals; But falsshed, foule mote it befall! Theyr tythyng, and her offryng both, They clemeth it by possessyon; Therof nyll they none forgo, But robben men as by raunson. The tythyng of Turpe lucrum With these maisters is meynall. Tythyng of bribry, and larson Wyll make falshed full foule to fall! They taken to ferme her sompnours To harme the people what they may; To pardoners and false faytours Sell her seales, I dare well say; And all to holden great array, To multiply hem more metall. They drede full litell Domes day, Whan all suche falsehode shall foul fall. Suche harlottes shull men disclaunder, For they shullen make her gree, And ben as proude as Alexaunder, And sayne to the poore, "Wo be ye!" By yere eche preeste shall paye hys fee To encrease hys lemmans call; 17 Suche heerdes shull well yvell the, And all suche false shull foule fall! And yf a man be falsely famed, And wolde make purgacioun, Than woll the offycers be agramed, And assigne hym fro towne to town; So nede he must paye raunsoun Though he be clene as is christall, And than have an absolutioun. But all suche false shull foule fall! Though he be gyltie of the dede, And that he maye money pay, All the whyle his purse woll blede He maye use it fro day to day! These byshoppes offycers gone full gay, And thys game they usen over-all; The poore to pyll is all theyr pray; 18 All suche false shull foule fall! Alas, God ordayned never suche lawe, Ne no suche crafte of covetyse! He forbade it, by His sawe, Suche governours mowen of God agryse; For all His rules ben rightwyse. These newe poyntes ben pure papall, And Goddes lawe they dispyce; And all suche faytours shul foule fall! They sayne that Peter had the key Of hevyn and hell, to have and holde. I trowe Peter toke no money For no synnes that he solde! Suche successours ben to bolde: In wynnyng all theyr wytte they wrall; Her conscience is waxen colde; And all suche faytours, foule hem fall! Peter was never so great a fole To leave hys key with such a lorell, Or to take suche cursed suche a tole He was advysed nothyng well. I trowe they have the key of hell. Theyr maister is of that place marshall; For there they dressen hem to dwell, And with false Lucifere there to fall. They ben as proude as Lucifarre, As angry, and as envious. From good faythe they ben full farre, In covetyse they ben curyous. To catche catell as covytous As hounde, that for hungre woll yall - Ungoodly, and ungratious; And nedely, suche falshed shall foule fall. The Pope, and he were Peters heyre, Me thynke he erreth in this case, Whan choyse of byshoppes is in dispeyre, To chosen hem in dyvers place. A lorde shall write to hym for grace, For hys clerke anone pray he shall; So shall he spede hys purchase: And all suche false, foule hem fall! Though he can no more good, 19 A lordes prayer shal be spedde; Though he be wylde of wyll, or wood, Nat understandyng what men han redde, A leude boster - and that God forbede! - As good a byshoppe is my horse Ball! Suche a Pope is foule be-stedde, And at laste woll foule fall. He maketh byshoppes for erthly thanke, And nothyng for Christes sake. Suche that ben full fatte and ranke, To soule heale non hede they take. 20 Al is well done what ever they make, For they shal answere at ones for all. For worldes thanke, suche worch and wake, 21 And all suche false shall foule fall! Suche that canne nat her Crede With prayer shull be made prelates; Nother canne the gospell rede, Suche shull nowe welde hye estates. The hye goodes frendshyp hem makes, They toteth on her somme totall. Suche bere the keyes of hell yates, And all suche false shall foule fall. They forsake, for Christes love, Traveyle, hungre, thurst, and colde; For they ben ordred ever all above Out of youthe tyl they ben olde. By the dore they go, nat into the folde, To helpe theyr shepe they nought travall; Hyred men all suche I holde, And all suche false, foule hem fall! For Chryst her kyng they woll forsake, And knowe Hym nought for His poverte. For Christes love they woll wake And drynke pyement and ale aparte. Of God they seme nothyng aferde, As lusty lyveth, as dyd Lamuall, And dryven her shepe in to deserte: - All suche faytours shull foule fall! Christ had xij Apostels here. Nowe, say they, there may be but one, That may nat erre in no manere. Who leveth nat thys, ben lost echone. 22 Peter erred, so dyde nat John; Why is he cleped the principall? Christ cleped hym Peter, but Himself the Stone. All false faytours, foule hem fall! Why cursen they the croysery, Christes Christen creatures? For bytwene hem is nowe envy To be enhaunsed in honours. And Christen lyvers, with her labours, 23 For they levyn on no man mortall, Ben do to deth, with dishonours: - And all suche false, foule hem fall! What knoweth a tyllour at the plowe The Popes name, and what he hate? His Crede suffyseth to hym ynowe, And knoweth a cardynall by hys hatte. Rough is the poore, unryghtly latte, 24 That knoweth Christ hys God royall. Suche maters be nat worth a gnatte. But suche false faytours, foule hem fall! A kyng shall knele and kysse hys show; Chryst suffred a synfull to kysse His fete. Me thynketh, he holdeth hym hye ynow, So Lucifer dyd, that hye sette. Suche one, me thynketh, hym selfe foryete, Eyther to the trouth he was nat call; Christ, that suffred woundes wete, Shall make suche falshed foule fall. They layeth out her large nettes For to take sylver and golde, Fyllen coffers, and sackes fettes, There as they soules catche sholde. Her servauntes be to them unholde But they can doublyn theyr rentall To bygge hem castels, and bygge hem holde; 25 And all suche false, foule hem fall! Here endeth the fyrst parte of thys tale, and herafter foloweth the seconde parte. PART II To accorde with this worde fal No more English can I fynde; Shewe another now I shall, For I have moche to saye behynde Howe preestes han the people pynde, As curteys Christ hath me kende, And putte thys matter in my mynde To make thys maner men amende. Shortly to shende hem, and shewe nowe Howe wrongfully they worche and walke. O hye God, nothyng they telle, ne howe, 26 But in Goddes worde, telleth many a balke. In hernes holde hem and in halke, And prechyn of tythes and offrende, And untruely of the Gospell talke. For Hys mercy, God it amende! What is Antichrist to saye But evyn Chrystes adversary? Suche hathe nowe ben many a day To Christes byddyng full contrary, That from the trouthe clene varry. Out of the waye they ben wende, And Christes people untruely cary: God, for Hys pytie, it amende! That lyven contrary to Christes lyfe, In hye pride agaynst mekenesse; Agaynst sufferaunce they usen stryfe, And angre ayenst sobrenesse: Agaynst wysdome, wylfulnesse; To Christes tales lytell tende; Agaynst measure, outragyousnesse; But whan God woll, it maye amende! Lordly lyfe ayenst lowlynesse, And demyn all without mercy; And covetyse ayenst largesse, Agaynst trewth, trechery; And agaynst almesse, envy; Agaynst Christ they comprehende. For chastyte, they maynteyne lechery; God, for Hys grace, thys amende! Ayenst penaunce they use delyghtes, Ayenst suffraunce, stronge defence; Ayenst God they usen yvel rightes, Agaynste pytie, punishementes. Open yvell ayenst contynence; Her wycked wynnyng worse dispende; Sobrenesse they sette in to dispence; But God, for Hys goodnesse, it amende! Why cleymen they holy Hys powere, And wranglen ayenst all Hys hestes? Hys lyvyng folowen they nothyng here, 27 But lyven worse than wytlesse beestes. Of fyshe and fleshe they loven feestes, As lordes they ben brode ykende; Of Goddes poore they haten gestes. 28 God, for Hys mercy, thys amende! With Dyves suche shall have her dome That sayne that they be Christes frendes, And do nothyng as they shulde done. All suche ben falser than ben fendes. On the people they ley suche bendes, As God is in erthe, they han offende. Sucour for suche Christ nowe sende us - And, for Hys mercy, thys amende! A token of Antichrist they be: His careckes ben nowe wyde yknowe. Receyved to preche shall no man be Wythout token of hym, I trowe. Eche Christen preest, to prechyn owe From God above; they ben sende Goddes worde, to all folke to showe, Synfull man for to amende. Christ sente the poore for to preche; The royall ryche He dyd nat so. Nowe dare no poore the people teche, 29 For Antichrist is over-all her foe. Amonge the people he mote go. He hath bydden, all suche suspende: Some hath he hente, and thynketh yet mo. But all thys God may well amende! All tho that han the worlde forsake, And lyven loly, as God badde, In to her prison shullen be take, Betyn and bounden, and forthe ladde. Herof I rede no man be dradde: Christ sayd, Hys shulde be shende; Eche man ought herof be gladde, For God full well it woll amende! They take on hem royall powere, And saye they have swerdes two: One curse to hell, one slee men here, 30 For at Hys takyng Christ had no mo. Yet Peter had one of tho; But Christ, to Peter smyte gan defende, And in to the sheth badde putte it tho; And all suche myscheves God amende! Christ badde Peter kepe His shepe, And with his swerde forbade hym smyte. Swerde is no tole with shepe to kepe, But to sheperdes that shepe woll byte. 31 Me thynketh suche sheperdes ben to wyte Ayen her shepe with swerde that contende. They drive her shepe with great dispyte, But all thys God may well amende. So successours to Peter be they nought, Whom Christ made chefe pastoure: A swerde no sheperde usen ought, But he wold flee, as a bochoure. For who so were Peters successour Shulde bere hys shepe tyll hys backe bende, And shadowe hem from every shoure, And all thys God may wel amende. Successours to Peter ben these In that that Peter Christ forsoke, That had lever the love of God lese Than a sheperde had to lese his hoke. 32 He culleth the shepe as dothe the coke: Of hem taken the woll untrende, And falsely glose the Gospell boke. God for His mercy them amende. After Christ had take Peter the kay, Christ sayd, "He muste dye for man." That Peter to Christ gan withsay - Christ badde hym "go behynde Sathan." Suche counsaylours many of these men han For worldes wele, God to offende. Peters successours they ben for-than, But all suche God may well amende. For Sathan is to say no more But he that contrary to Christ is: In thys they lerne Peters lore: They sewen hym whan he dyd myss. They folowe Peter forsothe in thys, In al that Christ wolde Peter reprehende, But nat in that that longeth to hevyn blysse. God for Hys mercy hem amende! Some of the Apostels they sewen in case, Of ought that I can understonde, Hym that betrayed Christ, Judas, That bare the purse in every londe. And al that he myght sette on honde, He hydde and stale, and gan myspende. His rule these traytours han in honde; Almighty God hem amende! And at the last hys lorde gan tray Cursedly through hys false covetyse: So wolde these, trayen hym for money And they wysten in what wyse. They be, seker, of the selfe ensyse; 33 From all sothnesse they ben frende, And covetyse chaungen with queyntyse. Almighty God all suche amende! Were Christ on erthe here efte sone, These wolde dampne Hym to dye; All Hys hestes they han fordone, And sayne His sawes ben heresy. And ayenst His commaundementes they crye, And dampne all Hys to be brende; For it lyketh nat hem suche losengery. God almighty hem amende! These han more myght in Englande here Than hath the kynge and all hys lawe. They han purchased hem suche powere To taken hem whom lyste nat knawe, 34 And say that heresy is her sawe; And so to prysone woll hem sende. It was nat so by elder dawe. God for Hys mercy it amende! The kynges lawe wol no man deme Angerlyche, withouten answere; But yf any man these mysqueme, He shalbe bayghted as a bere; And yet wel worse they woll hym tere, And in prysone woll hem pende In gyves, and in other gere. Whan God woll, it maye amende. The kyng taxeth nat hys men But by assente of the commynalte. But these eche yere woll raunsom hem Maysterfully, more than doth he; Her seales, by yere, better be Than is the kynges in extende. 35 Her offycers han gretter fee - But thys mischefe God amende! For who so woll prove a testament That is natt all worthe tenne pounde, He shall paye for the parchement The thyrde parte of the money all rounde. Thus the people is raunsounde. They saye suche parte to hem shulde apende: There as they grypen it gothe to grounde. God for Hys mercy it amende! A symple fornycatioun? Twenty shyllynges he shall paye, And than have an absolutioun, And all the yere usen it forthe he maye. Thus they letten hem go a-stray; They recke nat though the soule be brende. These kepyn yvell Peters key, And all suche sheperdes God amende! Wonder is, that the Parlyament And all the lordes of thys londe Here-to taken so lytell entent To helpe the people out of her honde; For they ben harder in theyr bonde, Worse beate, and bytter brende, Than to the kyng is understande: God Hym helpe thys to amende! What bysshoppes, what relygious, Han in thys lande as moche laye fee, Lordshyppes, and possessyons More than the lordes? It semeth me That maketh hem lese charyte; They mowe nat to God attende, In erthe they have so hyghe degree. God for Hys mercy it amende! The Emperour yaf the Pope somtyme So hyghe lordshyp hym aboute, That at the laste the sely kyme The proude Pope putte hym out! So of thys realme is in doute, But lordes be ware and them defende; For nowe these folke be wonder stoute: The kynge and lordes nowe thys amende! Thus endeth the seconde parte of this tale, and herafter foloweth the thyrde. PART III Moyses lawe forbode it tho That preestes shulde no lordshyppes welde. Christes Gospel byddeth also That they shulde no lordshyppe helde; Ne Christes Apostels were never so bolde No suche lordeshyppes to them enbrace, But smeren her shepe and kepe her folde: God amende hem for Hys grace! For they ne ben but countrefete: Men may knowe hem by her fruite. Her gretnesse maketh hem God foryete, And take Hys mekenesse in dispyte. And they were poore and had but lyte, They nolde nat demen after the face, But noryshe her shepe, and hem nat byte. God amende hem for Hys grace! Gryfon. "What canst thou preche ayenst chanons That men clepen seculere?" Pelycan. "They ben curates of many towns; On erthe they have great powere. They han great prebendes and dere, Some two or thre, and some mo, A personage to ben a playeng fere; And yet they serve the kynge also. "And lette to ferme all that fare To whom that woll most gyve therfore: Some woll spende, and some woll spare, And some woll laye it up in store. A cure of soule they care nat fore, So they mowe money take, Whether her soules be wonne or lore, Her profytes they woll nat forsake. "They have a gederyng procuratour That can the poore people enplede, And robben hem as a ravynour, And to hys lorde the money lede, And catche of quicke and eke of dede, And richen hym and hys lorde eke; And to robbe the poore can gyve good rede, Of olde and yonge, of hole and seke. "Therwith they purchase hem lay fee In londe, there hem lyketh best; And buylde also brode as a cyte, Bothe in the Est, and eke in the West. To purchase thus they ben full prest; But on the poore they woll nought spende, Ne no good gyve to Goddes gest, Ne sende Hym some that all hath sende. 36 "By her servyce suche woll lyve And trusse that other in to treasour, Though all her paryshe dye unshrive, They woll nat gyve a rose floure. Her lyfe shulde be as a myrrour, Both to lered and to leude also, And teche the people her lele labour; Suche myster men ben all mysgo. "Some of hem ben harde nygges, And some of hem ben proude and gay; Some spende her good upon gygges, And fynden hem of great aray. Alas, what thynke these men to say, That thus dispenden Goddis good, At the dredefull Domes Daye? Suche wretches shulbe worse than wood. "Some her churches never ne sye, Ne never o peny thyder ne sende. Though the poore parishens for hungre dye, O peny on hem wyl they nat spende. Have they receyvynge of the rente, They recke never of the remenant. Alas, the devyll hath clene hem blent: Suche one is Sathanas sojournant. "And usen horedome and harlotry, Covetyse, pompe, and pride, Slouthe, wrathe, and eke envy, And sewen synne by every syde. Alas, where thynke suche t'abyde? Howe woll they accomptes yelde? From hye God they mowe hem nat hyde. Suche wyllers wytte is nat worth a neld! 37 "They ben so roted in richesse That Christes povert is foryet, Served with so many messe, Hem thynketh that Manna is no mete. All is good that they mowe get. They wene to lyve evermore, But whan God at Dome is sette, Suche treasour is a feble store. "Unneth mote they matyns saye, For countyng and for court holdynge; And yet he jangleth as a jaye, And understont hym-selfe nothynge. He woll serve bothe erle and kynge For hys fyndyng and hys fee, And hyde hys tythynge and hys offrynge. This is a feble charite. "Other they ben proude, or coveytous, Or they ben harde, or hungry, Or they ben lyberall, or lecherous, Or els medlers wyth marchandry, Or maynteyners of men wyth maistry, Or stewardes, countours, or pledours, And serve God in hypocrisy; Such prestes ben Christes false traytours. "They ben false, they ben vengeable, And begylen men in Christes name. They ben unstedfast and unstable; To tray her Lorde, hem thynketh no shame, To serve God they ben full lame - Goddes theves, and falsly stele, And falsely Goddes worde defame; In wynnyng is her worldes wele. "Antichryst these serven all. I pray the, who may say nay? Wyth Antichryst suche shull fall: They folowen hym in dede and fay. They servyn hym in ryche array. To serve Chryst suche falsely fayne. Why, at the dredeful Domes Day, Shull they not folowe hym to payne? "That knowen hem selfe that they done yll 38 Ayenst Christes commaundement; And amende hem never ne wyll, But serve Sathan by one assent. Who sayth sothe he shalbe shent, Or speketh ayenst her false lyvyng, Who-so well lyveth shalbe brent - For suche ben gretter than the kyng. "Pope, Byshoppes, and Cardynals, Chanons, Persons, and Vycaire, In Goddes servyce, I trowe, ben fals, That sacramentes sellen here, And ben as proude as Lucifere. Eche man loke whether that I lye; Who-so speketh ayenst her powere, It shall be holden heresy. "Loke howe many others take Onely of Christe, for Hys servyce, That the worldes goodes forsake. 39 Who-so taketh orders, or other wyse, 40 I trowe that they shall sore agryse For all the glose that they conne. All sewen not thys assyse; In yvell tyme they thus begonne. "Loke howe many amonge hem all Holden not thys hye waye: Wyth Antichrist they shullen fall, For they wolden God betraye. God amende hem that best maye, For many men they maken shende. They weten well the sothe, I saye, But the dyvell hath foule hem blende. "Some on her churches dwell, Apparaylled poorely, proude of porte; The seven sacramentes they done sell; In cattel-catchynge is her comforte. Of eche matter they wollen mell, And done hem wronge is her dysporte. To afray the people they ben fell, And holde hem lower then doth the lorde. "For the tythynge of a ducke, Or of an apple, or an ay, They make men sweare upon a boke - Thus they foulen Christes fay. Suche bearen yvell heaven kay; They mowen assoyle, they mowe shryve, Wyth mennes wyves strongly play, With true tyllers sturte and stryve. "At the wrestlynge, and at the wake, And chefe chantours at the nale: Markette-beaters, and medlynge make, Hoppen and houten, with `heve-and-hale!' At fayre freshe, and at wyne stale - Dyne and drynke, and make debate; The seven sacramentes set at sayle: - Nowe kepe suche the key of heven-gate. "Mennes wyves they wollen holde; And though that they ben ryght sory, To speke they shull not be so bolde, For sompnynge to the consystory; 41 And make hem saye wyth mouth, `I lye,' Though they it sawe wyth her eye; Hys lemman holden openly, No man so hardy to axe why. "He woll have tythynge and offrynge, Maugre who-so-ever it gruche; And twyse on the daye he woll synge; Goddes prestes nere none suche. He mote on huntyng wyth dogge and byche, And blowen hys horne, and cryen `hey!' And sorcery usen as a wytche: - Suche kepen yvell Peters key! "Yet they mote have some stocke or stone Gayly paynted, and proudly dyght, To maken men levyn upon, And saye that it is full of myght. Aboute suche, men sette up great lyght; Other suche stockes shull stande therby As darke as it were mydnyght: For it maye make no mastry. "That it leude people se mowe, Thou, Mary, thou worchest wonder thynges: 42 Aboute that, that men offren to nowe Hongen broches, ouches, and rynges. The preest purchaseth the offrynges, But he nyll offre to none ymage. Wo is the soule that he for synges, That precheth for suche a pylgrimage! "To men and women that ben poore, That ben Christes owne lykenesse, Men shulden offre at her dore, That suffren honger and dystresse; And to suche ymages offre lesse, That mowe not fele thurst ne colde. The poore in sprete gan Christe blesse; Therfore offreth to feble and olde. "Buckelers brode, and sweardes longe; Baudryke, with baselardes kene, Suche toles about her necke they honge. Wyth Antichrist suche preestes bene: Upon her hedes it is well sene; Whome they serven, whome they honoren. Antichristes they bene clene, And Goddes goodes falsly devouren. "Of scarlet and grene gay gownes, That mote be shape for the newe, To clyppen and kyssen, to counte in townes The damoseles that to the daunce sewe: Cutted clothes to shewe her hewe, Wyth longe pykes on her shone. Our Goddes gospell is not trewe: Eyther they serven the dyvell or none. "Now ben prestes pokes so wyde That men must enlarge the vestement. The holy Gospell they done hyde, For they contraryen in rayment. Suche preestes of Lucifer ben sent: Lyke conquerours they ben arayde, The proude pendauntes at her ars ypent. Falsely the truthe they han betrayde! "Shryfte-sylver suche wollen aske is 43 And woll men crepe to the Crouche; None of the sacramentes, save askes, Wythout mede shall no man touche. On her byshoppe theyr warant vouche, That is the lawe of the decre: Wyth mede and money thus they mouche, And thus, they sayne, is Charite. "In the myddes of her masse, They nyll have no man but for hyre, And full shortly let forth passe. Suche shull men fynde in eche shyre, That personages for profyte desyre To lyve in lykynge and in lestes; I dare not sayne, Sans ose ieo dyre, That suche ben Antichristes preestes. "Or they yef the byshoppes why, 44 Or they mote ben in hys servyce, And holden forth her harlotry. Suche prelates ben of feble empryse: Of Goddes grame suche men agryse! For suche matters that taken mede, Nowe they excuse hem, and in what wyse, Me thynketh, they ought greatly drede. "They sayne that it to no man longeth To reprove them though they erre; But falsely Goddes goodes they fongeth, And therwyth maynteyne wo and werre. Her dedes shulde be as bryght as sterre; Her lyvynge, leude mannes lyght. 45 They saye the Pope maye not erre: Nede mote that passe mannes myght. 46 "Though a prest lye wyth his lemman al nyght, And tellen hys felowe, and he hym, He goth to masse anone ryght, And sayeth he syngeth out of synne. Hys byrde abydeth hym at hys ynne, And dyghteth hys dyner the meane whyle; He syngeth hys masse, for he wolde wynne, And so he weneth God begyle! "Hem thynketh longe tyll they be mette, And that they usen forth all the yere. Amonge the folke when he is sette, He holdeth no man halfe hys pere. Of the byshoppe he hath powere To soyle men, or els they ben lore; Hys absolution may make them skere, And wo is the soule that he syngeth fore!" The GRYFFON began for to threte, And sayd, "Of monkes canst thou ought?" 47 The PELLYCAN sayd, "They ben full grete, And in thys world moch wo hath wrought. Saynt Benet, that her order brought Ne made hem never on suche manere. I trowe it came never in hys thought, That they shulde use so great powere; "That a man shulde a monke `lorde' cal, Ne serve on knees, as a kynge. He is as proude as prynce in pall In meate, and drynke, and all thynge. Some wearen myter and rynge, Wyth double worsted well ydyght, Wyth royall meate and ryche drynke, And rydeth on a courser as a knyght. "Wyth hauke and wyth houndes eke, Wyth broches or ouches on hys hode, Some saye no masse in all a weke. Of deynties is her moste foode, Wyth lordshyppes and wyth bondmen. Thys is a royall religion: Saynt Benet made never none of hem To have lordshyppe of man ne towne. "Nowe they ben queynte and curious, Wyth fyne clothe cladde and served clene - Proude, angry, and envyous. Malyce is moche that they meane; In catchynge, crafty and covetous, Lordly lyven in great lykynge. Thys lyvynge is not religious, Accordynge to Benette in hys lyvynge. "They ben clerkes - her courtes they over-se; Her poore tenaunce fully they flyte. The hyre that a man amerced be, The gladlyer they woll it wryte. Thys is farre from Christes poverte: For all wyth covetyse they endyte; On the poore they have no pyte, Ne never hem cheryshe but ever hem byte. "And comenly suche ben comen Of poore people, and of hem begete, That thys perfection han ynomen: Her fathers ryden not but on her fete, And travaylen fore for that they ete. In povert lyveth yonge and olde; Her fathers suffreth drought and wete, Many hongry meles, thurst, and colde. "And all thys the monkes han forsake For Christes love and saynt Benette. To pryde and ease have hem take; Thys religion is yvell besette. Had they ben out of religioun, They must have honged at the plowe, 48 Threshynge and dykynge fro towne to towne, Wyth sory mete, and not halfe ynowe. "Therfore they han thys all forsake, And taken to ryches, pryde, and ease. Full fewe for God woll monkes hem make; Lytell is suche order for to prayse. Saynt Benet ordayned it not so, But badde hem be not cherelyche: In churlyche maner lyve and go, Boystous in earth, and not lordlyche. "They dysclaunder saynt Benette; Therfore they have hys holy curse. Saynt Benet wyth hem never mette But yf they thought to robbe hys purse. I can no more herof tell: But they ben lyke tho before, And clene serve the dyvell of hell, And ben hys treasoure and hys store. "And all suche other counterfaytours - Chanons, Canons, and suche dysgysed - Ben Goddes enemyes, and traytours; Hys true religion han foule dyspysed. Of freres I have tolde before, In a makynge of a Crede. And yet I coulde tell worse and more, But men wolde weryen it to rede. "As Goddes goodnesse no man tell myght, Wryte ne speake, ne thynke in thought, So her falshed, and her unryght, May no man tell that ever God wrought." The GRYFFON sayd: "Thou canst no good; Thou came never of no gentyll kynde: Other I trowe thou waxest wood, Or els thou hast loste thy mynde. "Shulde Holy Churche have no heed? Who shulde be her governayle? Who shulde her rule? Who shulde her reed? Who shulde her forthren? Who shulde avayle? Eche man shall lyve by hys travayle; Who best doth, shall have moste mede. Wyth strength yf men the Churche assayle, Wyth strength men must defende her nede. "And the Pope were purely poore, Nedy, and nothynge ne hadde, He shulde be dryven from dore to dore, The wycked of hym nolde not be dradde. Of suche an heed men wolde be sadde, And synfully lyven as hem lust; Wyth strength, amendes suche be made; Wyth wepen, wolves from shepe be wust. "Yf the Pope and prelates wolde So begge, and bydde, bowe, and borowe, Holy Churche shulde stande full colde, Her servauntes sytte and soupe sorowe. And they were noughty, foule, and horowe, To worshyppe God men wolde wlate. Bothe on even and on morowe Suche harlotry men wolde hate. "Therfore, men of Holy Churche Shulde ben honest in all thynge: Worshypfully Goddes workes werche, So semeth it to serve Christ her kynge. In honest and in clene clothynge, Wyth vessels of golde and clothes ryche, To God honestly to make offrynge: To Hys Lordshyppe none is lyche." The PELLICAN caste an houge crye, And sayd, "Alas! why sayest thou so? Christ is our heed, that sytteth on hye; Heddes ne ought we have no mo. 49 We ben Hys membres both also, And `Father' He taught us to cal Hym als. `Maysters' to be called defended He tho; All other maysters ben wycked and fals, "That taketh maystry in Hys name, Goostly, and for earthly good; Kynges and lordes shulde lordshyp hane, And rule the people wyth mylde mode. Christ for us that shedde Hys blode Badde Hys preestes no maystershyp have, Ne carke nat for cloth ne fode; From every myschefe He wyll hem save. "Her ryche clothynge shalbe ryghtwysnesse, Her treasoure, trewe lyfe shalbe; Charite shalbe her rychesse, Her lordshyppe shalbe unite; Hope in God, her honeste; Her vessell, clene conscience; Poore in spirite, and humilite Shalbe Holy Churches defence." "What," sayd the GRYFFON, "may the greve, That other folkes faren wele? What haste thou to done wyth her leve? Thy falsheed eche man may fele, For thou canst no catell gete, But lyvest in londe as a lorell; Wyth glosynge gettest thou thy mete; So fareth the devell that wonneth in hell. "He wolde that eche man there shulde dwell, For he lyveth in clene envy. So wyth the tales that thou doest tell, Thou woldest other people dystry Wyth your glose, and your heresy; For ye ne can lyve no better lyfe, But clene in hypocrisy, And bryngeth the in wo and stryfe. "And therwyth have not to done, For ye ne have here no cure. Ye serve the dyvell, neyther God ne man, And he shall paye you your hyre. For ye woll fare well at feestes, And warme clothed for the colde. Therfore ye glose Goddes hestes, And begyle the people yonge and olde. "And all the seven sacramentes Ye speake ayenst, as ye were slye: Ayenst tythynges, offringes, wyth your ententes, And on our Lordes body falsly lye; And all thys ye done to lyve in ease, As who sayeth, there ben none suche; And sayne the Pope is not worth a pease To make the people ayen hym gruche. "And thys commeth in by fendes, To brynge the Christen in dystaunce; For they wolde that no man were frendes. Leave thy chattrynge, wyth myschaunce! Yf thou lyve well, what wylt thou more? Let other men lyve as hem lyst, Spende in good, or kepe in store; Other mennes conscience never thou nyst. "Ye han no cure to answere fore. What meddell ye, that han not to done? Let men lyve as they han done yore, For thou shalt answere for no man. The PELLICAN sayd: "Syr, nay! I dispysed not the Pope, Ne no sacramente, soth to say, But speake in charite and good hope. "But I dyspyse her hye pryde, Her rychesse, that shulde be poore in spirite - Her wyckednesse is knowe so wyde. They serve God in false habyte, And turnen mekenesse in to pryde, And lowlynesse in to hye degre, And Goddes wordes turne and hyde; And that am I moved by charite "To lette men to lyve so, Wyth all my connynge and al my myght, And to warne men of her wo, And to tell hem trouth and ryght. The sacramentes be soule hele, Yf they ben used in good use; Ayenst that speake I never a dele, For then were I nothynge wyse. "But they that usen hem in mysse manere, Or sette hem up to any sale, I trowe they shall abye hem dere! Thys is my reason, thys my tale: Who so taketh hem unryghtfullyche Ayenst the Ten Commaundementes, Or by glose wrechedlyche Selleth any of the sacramentes, "I trowe they do the devell homage In that they weten they do wronge; And therto I dare well wage, They serve Satan for al her songe. To tythen and offren is holsome lyfe, So it be done in dewe manere; A man to houselyn and to shryve, Weddynge, and all the other in fere, "So it be nother solde ne bought, Ne take ne gyve for covetyse. And it be so taken, it is nought; Who selleth hem so, maye sore agryse! On our Lordes body I do not lye; I saye soth thorowe trewe rede: Hys fleshe and blode through Hys mystrye Is there, in the forme of brede. "Nowe it is there, it nedeth not stryve Whether it be subgette or accydent; But as Christ was, when He was on lyve, So is He there verament. Yf Pope or cardynall lyve good lyve, As Christ commaunded in Hys Gospell, Ayenst that woll I not stryve, But me thynketh they lyve not well. "For yf the Pope lyved as God bede, Pryde and hyghnesse he shulde dyspyse - Rychesse, covetyse, and crowne on hede. Mekenesse and poverte he shulde use." The GRYFFON sayd he shulde abye: - "Thou shalbe brent in balefull fyre! And all thy secte I shall dystrye; Ye shalbe hanged by the swyre! "Ye shullen be hanged and to-drawe! Who gyveth you leave for to preache, Or speake agaynst Goddes lawe, And the people thus falsely teache? Thou shalt be cursed wyth boke and bell, And dessevered from Holy Churche, And clene ydampned into hell, Otherwyse but ye woll worche." The PELLYCAN sayd, "That I ne drede; Your cursynge is of lytell value. Of God I hope to have my mede, For it is falshede that ye shewe. For ye ben out of charite, And wylneth vengeaunce, as dyd Nero; To suffren I woll redy be; I drede not that thou canst do. "Christ badde ones suffre for Hys love, And so He taught all Hys servauntes; And but thou amende for Hys sake above, I drede not all thy mayntenaunce. For yf I drede the worldes hate, Me thynketh I were lytell to prayse; I drede nothynge your hye estate, Ne I drede not your dysease. "Wolde ye turne and leave your pryde, Your hye porte, and your rychesse, Your cursynge shulde not go so wyde. God brynge you into ryghtwysnesse! For I drede not your tyranny For nothynge that ye can done. To suffre I am all redy; Syker, I recke never howe soone!" 50 The GRYFFON grynned as he were wode, And loked lovely as an owle; And swore, "by cockes herte bloode," He wolde hym tere every doule: - "Holy Churche thou dysclaundrest foule! For thy reasons I woll the all to-race, And make thy fleshe to rote and moule! Losell, thou shalte have harde grace!" The Gryffon flewe forth on hys waye. The PELLYCANE dyd sytte and wepe, And to hym selfe he gan saye: "God wolde that any of Christes shepe Had herde, and ytake kepe Eche a worde that here sayd was, And wolde it wrytte and well it kepe! God wolde it were all for Hys grace!" PLOWMAN. I answerde, and sayd I wolde, Yf for my travayle any man wolde pay. PELYCAN. He sayd, "Yes, these that God han solde, For they han store of money." PLOWMAN. I sayd, "Tell me, and thou may, Why tellest thou mennes trespace?" PELYCAN. He said, "To amende hem in good fay, Yf God woll gyve me any grace; "For Christ Hym selfe is lykened to me, That for Hys people dyed on Rode. As fare I, ryght so fareth He: He fedeth Hys byrdes wyth Hys blode. But these done yvell ayenst Gode, And ben Hys fone under frendes face. I tolde hem howe her lyvynge stode. God amende hem for Hys grace!" PLOWMAN. "What ayleth the Gryffon? Tell why That he holdeth on that other syde? PELLICAN. "For they two ben lykely, And wyth kyndes robben wyde." The foule betokeneth pryde, As Lucifer, that hygh-flewe was, And syth he dyd hym in evell hyde, For he agylted Goddes grace. "As byrde flyeth up in the ayre, And lyveth by byrdes that ben meke, So these be flowe up into dyspayre, And shenden sely soules eke. The soules that ben in synnes seke, He culleth hem - knele therfore, alas! For brybry Goddes forbode breke - 51 God amende it for Hys grace! "The hynder parte is a lyoun, A robber and a ravynere, That robbeth the people in earth a-downe, And in erth holdeth none hys pere. So fareth thys foule both ferre and nere, And wyth temporel strength they people chase, As a lyon proude in earth here. God amende hem for Hys grace!" He flewe forth wyth hys wynges twayne All droupynge, dased, and dull, But soone the Gryffon came agayne. Of hys foules the earth was full; The Pellican he had cast to pull. So great a nombre never sene ther was! What maner of foules tell I woll, Yf God woll gyve me of Hys grace. Wyth the Gryffon comen foules fele Ravyns, rokes, crowes, and pye, Grayfoules, agadred wele; I-gurde, above they wolde hye. Gledes and bosardes weren hem by; Whyte molles and puttockes token her place, And lapwynges, that well conneth lye: Thys felowshyp han for-gerde her grace. Longe the Pellican was out, But at laste he cometh agayne, And brought wyth hym the Phenix stoute. The Gryffon wolde have flowe ful fayne; Hys foules that flewen as thycke as rayne. The Phenix tho began hem chace; To flye from hym it was in vayne, For he dyd vengeaunce and no grace. He slewe hem downe wythout mercy. There astarte neyther free ne thrall. On hym they cast a rufull cry When the Gryffon downe was fall. He bete hem not, but slewe hem all, Whyther he hem drove no man may trace. Under the erthe me thought they yall; Alas, they had a feble grace! The PELLICAN then axed ryght: "For my wrytynge, yf I have blame, Who woll for me fyght of flyght? Who shall shelde me from shame? He that hade a Mayde to dame; And the Lambe that slayne was, Shall shelde me from gostly blame, For erthely harme is Goddes grace. Therfore I praye every man Of my wrytynge have me excused." Thys wrytynge wryteth the Pellican, That thus these people hath dyspysed. For I am freshe, fully advysed; I nyll not maynteyne hys manace; For the devell is often dysguysed To brynge a man to yvell grace. Wyteth the Pellican, and not me, For herof I nyl not avowe, In hye ne in lowe, ne in no degre, But as a fable take it ye mowe; To Holy Churche I wyll me bowe. Eche man to amende hym Christ sende space, And for my wrytynge me alowe, He that is almyghty for Hys grace. FINIS

(see note) moon beasts should eat enough lie Only bone and skin is left of them (see note) hung; plow-harness outer garment head wished to seek straightway pilgrim's satchel; leeks exhausted and very sweaty seen; cheeks molar (see note) sunburned sun-blackened nose torn enclosed in a cloister bow shamed asked a farm-workman accustomed earn my food before; eat sweat; toil support if I knew ignorant glad livelihood; work nor must snuffed out; clinking slaves to their desire may not otherwise against them; (see note) can you preach once serious contention is roused anew; (see note) In many places at once Of diverse seeds that are planted unhealthy (see note) adaptable; (see note) Which (see note) sinister friars heaven; gates determined from of old put people out of favor seem to be wretches bitterly frozen called idlers; landless; (see note) looks; weak (not tall) labor; in vain As widely as I have traveled nook wood birds; then plead (see note) set his trap thought things over carefully showed [himself] preach meekness taught us Gospel; (see note) resembles; in every respect Symbolizing Since should; Christian Priests Should be humble; degree rely on no earthly exotic bedlinens; (see note) costly fur; rich cloth store away should not argue for possessions chastise themselves Nor should they lead men into battle enhancing; (see note) power; house nor honors desire to wield spurs on slaves to them That [person] desires; king's peers friars become their equal; (see note) greed; their counselor must needs That [person] high glittering Painted; portrayed common belts As loud as a bear at bay must needs through commerce whore fill their bellies bag haggle over ignorant kinds of food entertainment their bellies; quickly devour meal; toilet each; must everywhere deceivers more; (see note) Furnished with pearls like the queen's head jewelry lead red glittering; wormwood With Judgment; condemn; death hefty books heaven guess truth That [which] is lordships fully; (see note) wool merchants pull apart must bow to them Obedient; expansive retinue; (see note) swift horse, as if they were kings finely-wrought; curled Finely-wrought stirrups of latten they are called wholly (see note) prince Triflers judged; dead; (see note) profit from All those things that God forbade "The most holy"; call their leader; (see note) should eat bread Their leader; (see note) must; cower commandments; heed clothing him (the Pope) wholly command parish priests advancement ministry here on earth has no equal (see note) seems; them; (see note) not at all above him [He] condemns; he sees fit before; stinks commanded John not to kneel to him; (see note) call; Holy God call their head the Most Holy; (see note) emulate believe; misinterpret them Here on earth the devil may both bind and loose; (see note) their may choose (see note) To learn which of them; (see note) "He who smites with the sword"; (see note) truly; die; (see note) protection fear to die; (see note) ingenious not be anxious about worldly goods; (see note) high swear Against tear apart Cross; torn apart again common Each one shuns it; blow; (see note) ruined (smitten) simony all who oppose them kill title they will engage men of war death they wish to lead a lord's life take much consecrate; except for money shire priests; i.e. deed From wastrels they make income bedaub the sheep's sore suspended frequent; widows whoredom unless; confesses; (see note) wretches (see note) pursue; (see note) mad alms abettors; (see note) they wish to be like lords hawthorn fruit (inedible) Truth; such (men) have slain comb their curled hair with crystal; (see note) fear; called down There is scarcely any among them falsely such as minstrels wear tithing lay claim to They won't give up any of it ransom; (see note) "filthy lucre"; (see note) a daily occurrence; (see note) larceny hire out their summoners; (see note) however cheats To increase their money fear very little; Doomsday villains; slander favor; (see note) (see note) Every year each priest shepherds will evil prosper defamed wished to clear himself of false charges angry i.e. reassign he must needs; ransom crystal guilty; deed bleed bishop's everywhere avarice saying Such rulers may fear God righteous; (see note) statutes are pure popery despise heaven believe; took are too To make money; pervert has grown fool scoundrel instrument (heaven's key) not at all well advised believe direct themselves Lucifer are very far away zealous To seize worldly goods; greedy yowl Of necessity if; heir I believe he errs When the choice; despair choose further his bargain; (see note) expedited mad have advised ignorant braggart is in an evil position for the sake of earthly reward not at all overgrown at one moment for all who don't know their Neither; read govern prosperous grand property They keep an eye on the bottom line bear; gates Work until they are don't exert themselves; (see note) Hirelings (see note) keep watch spiced honey wine; in public seem not at all fearful They live as robustly as Lemuel did; (see note) sheep twelve i.e., the Pope did not called (see note) bishop's crozier; (see note) between them enhanced do not believe in any mortal man Are put to death plowman (tiller) is called enough; (see note) hat shoe sinner; feet high enough who sat high (proudly) forgets himself Or he was not called to the truth wet (bloody) i.e. cast; (see note) fetch unbeholden Unless (see note) To rhyme; (see note) Include much; below have; afflicted taught me destroy work point out many an error; (see note) corners [they] situate themselves; nooks preach; offering Except precisely as wholly diverge [true] path they have journeyed patience forbearance pay little heed excessive behavior; (see note) judge magnanimity benevolence plot (?) Instead of concupiscence patience wicked rights gains wholly commandments witless beasts meat; feasts widely known Dives; their judgment; (see note) Christ's friends should do fiends lay; bonds offended Succor symbol badges; widely known Admitted Each; ought to preach; (see note) they have been sent preach everywhere their may walk seized; thinks [to take] more yet those who have humbly; ordered led forth advise; fearful His [people] should be destroyed; (see note) to be glad of this (see note) capture; more those forbade fighting; (see note) scabbard; then crimes guard His sheep sword; to strike implement with which are to blame Against contempt chief pastor ought to wield butcher support protect them; rainfall To the extent that Peter forsook Christ; (see note) Who would rather; lose (see note) gathers; cook From them; wool unrolled gloss (comment on)/ gloze (deceive) key [of heaven] deny commanded; (see note) have wealth therefore (see note) follow; went awry pertains For anything get his hands on stole; misspent; (see note) i.e. control betrayed betray If they knew how (see note) truth; estranged exchange with finery again commandments; broken sayings damn all His [followers] to be burned such flattery does not please them greater power for themselves (see note) teaching (see note) in earlier days In anger, without [opportunity of] answer displease baited; bear rend enclose [Clap him] In irons; equipment the commons (see note) annually basis wrong will belong Whatever they seize is theirs care; burnt maintain poorly Pay so little heed to this more tightly secured in their bonds Than is known to the king (see note) lose gave hapless wretch (see note) Unless forbade it at that time lordships own tend (smear); (see note) If; little [goods] wouldn't judge by appearances devour (see note) rich; (see note) person of rank as a playing-companion "let out to farm all that business" (Sk) save; (see note) lost collecting agent; (see note) plead against rob them as a rapacious destroyer bring living (quick); dead enrich himself advice From; healthy and sick where it pleases them most build as expansively as a city eager gift; guest pack up unshriven the learned; the ignorant true; (see note) ministry; gone astray niggards whores "provide them with fine clothes" (Sk) mad visit a single When they have don't care about anything else blinded Satan's guest (see note) pursue sin in every way render accounts (see note) anchored poverty; forgotten meals foodstuff suppose (see note) Scarcely can; the monastic hour chatters like a jaybird understands food Either dealers in commodities abettors of [evil] men with power; (see note) accountants, or pleaders (lawyers) vindictive deceive betray material gain; worldly welfare thee; (see note) deed; loyalty dress pretend by common agreement Whoever says the truth; destroyed Whoever lives virtuously shall be burned more powerful Parsons; Vicars judge Observe Only from (see note) be sore afraid Despite all the glosses that they know; (see note) Not all pursue this course ruin know; truth foully blinded them carriage acquiring material goods interfere with each matter to do wrong; amusement In frightening; cruel oppress them more than duck egg faith poorly heaven's key absolve; confess Against true plowmen make trouble and strife revel principal singers at the ale-house bullies; interference; (see note) Jump; shout; "heave ho"; (see note) late put up for sale such men possess truly offended (see note) sweetheart ask Despite whoever might resent it were not like these men bitch maintain poorly must; image of a saint ornamented believe in (see note) ignorant; might see wonderful things [the effigy] to which men offer now jewelry-settings won't he sings (prays) for spirit Shields; swords Belts, with sharp short-swords; (see note) (see note) They belong wholly to Antichrist (see note) created in the newest fashion To hug; well considered go to the dance show off their complexion; (see note) peaks on their shoes devil or they don't pockets clothing are self-contradictory in dress buttocks fastened (see note) desire [that] men creep to the Cross ashes (for penance) bribery sneak around live lives of pleasure and desire "Without (saying), 'if I may say so'" (Sk); (see note) (see note) wickedness weak governance Let such men dread God's wrath bribery (reward) in such a fashion [that] it is no man's responsibility take war as a star immediately without sin mistress prepares wishes to gain [something] supposes thus; pass the whole year maintains no man is half his equal absolve them, or else they are lost pure menace Saint Benedict; established; (see note) the way they are now (see note) (see note) purple embellished war horse also jewelry-settings; hood week Their food consists mostly of delicacies serfs fastidious getting money pleasure (see note) tenants; reprimand higher; is fined devour; (see note) sired Who have called this "perfection" only on their [own] feet work hard for what they eat poverty (see note) given themselves wickedly appointed ditching barely edible food; enough commanded them to be not prodigal; (see note) destitute rude slander Unless those wholly (see note) tire of reading about it their falsehood; their wrongs don't know anything Either I think you are going crazy head its leader advise advance; be of use reward wouldn't be afraid weary [would] live sinfully as they pleased could be made for such conduct can be kept away from sheep pray taste the bitter cup indigent, foul, and filthy loathe wickedness perform respectable No Lordship is like His raised (see note) (see note) prohibited; then; (see note) Spiritually maintain benevolent attitude Nor concern themselves with; (see note) shall be righteousness How does it concern you other people prosper their permission; (see note) falsehood don't know how to acquire money good-for-nothing explaining; food lives complete destroy biblical commentary utterly don't concern yourself; (see note) interest commandments (see note) As if to say (by such living) pea; (see note) grumble discord as they please you never know who have nothing to do with it of old their (the Pope and priesthood's) deter knowledge health for the soul not at all not at all wise amiss pay for their actions dearly realize I'm willing to bet despite what they may say due to receive the Eucharist and to confess; (see note) Matrimony; [sacraments] together Providing; neither feel terror [of God's wrath] (see note) there is no need to dispute substance; accidence;(see note) truly commanded arrogance pay for it burned destroy; (see note) neck drawn apart (see note) Unless you behave otherwise I don't fear that reward desire don't fear what abetting anger haughty bearing (see note) (see note) down-feather tear to pieces rot; fester wretch Would to God paid attention To every word preserve it well work faith (see note) Cross birds; blood foes argues similar; (see note) their like fowl; (see note) high flown afterwards sinned against bird; air gentle bring to perdition innocent souls also sick with sins kills them [of the Griffin] destroyer (see note) intended to pluck many magpies Hooded crows, well gathered Ready, they wished to hasten above Kites; buzzards; next to them White buzzards; poultry-kites know well how to deceive has ruined their grace (see note) gladly taken flight escaped released them not yelled asked immediately fight for me in my cause; (see note) for a mother (see note) spiritual injury I won't sustain his threat; (see note) Blame witness may He approv