VELLEM AUTE{M} PAUCA.

[Sidenote: [The secunde p{ro}se.]]

++CErtis I wolde plete wiþ þee a fewe þinges vsynge þe wordes of fortune

tak heede now þi self. yif þ{a}t she axeþ ryȝt. ¶ O þou man wher fore

makest þou me gilty by þine euerydayes pleynynges. what wronges haue I

don þe. what goodes haue I byreft þe þat weren þine. stryf or plete wiþ

me by fore what iuge þat þou wilt of þe possessiou{n} of rycchesse or of

dignites ¶ And yif þou maist shewe me þat euer any mortal man haþ

receyued any of þese þinges to ben his in p{ro}pre. þan wol I graunt[e]

frely þat [alle] þilke þinges were{n} þine whiche þat þou axest. ¶ Whan

þat nature brouȝt[e] þe forþe out of þi moder wombe. I receyued[e] þe

naked {and} nedy of al þing. {and} I norysshed[e] þe wiþ my rychesse.

{and} was redy {and} ententif þo{ru}ȝ my fauo{ur} to sustene þe. ¶ And

þat makeþ þe now i{n}pacient aȝeins me. {and} I envirounde þe wiþ al þe

habundaunce {and} shinyng of al goodes þat ben in my ryȝt. ¶ Now it

lykeþ me to wiþ drawe myne hande. þou hast had grace as he þat haþ vsed

of foreyne goodes. þou hast no ryȝt to pleyne þe. as þouȝ þou haddest

vtterly lorn alle þi þinges. whi pleynest þou þan. I haue don þe no

wrong. Ricches hono{ur}es {and} swyche oþer þinges ben of my ryȝt. ¶ My

seruauntes knowen me for hir lady. þei comen wiþ me {and} dep{ar}ten

whan I wende. I dar wel affermen hardyly. þat yif þo þinges of whiche

þou pleynest þat þou hast forlorn hadde ben þine. þou ne haddest not

lorn he{m}. ¶ shal I þan only be defended to vse my ryȝt. ¶ Certis it is

leueful to þe heuene to make clere dayes. {and} after þat to keuere þe

same dayes wiþ derke nyȝtes. ¶ Þe erþe haþ eke leue to apparaile þe

visage of þe erþe now w{i}t{h} floures {and} now wiþ fruyt. {and} to

confounde he{m} so{m}tyme wiþ raynes {and} wiþ coldes. ¶ Þe see haþ eke

hys ryȝt to be somtyme calme {and} blaundyshing wiþ smoþe water. {and}

somtyme to be horrible wiþ wawes {and} wiþ tempestes. ¶ But þe couetyse

of men þat may not be staunched shal it bynde me to be stedfast. syn þat

stedfastnesse is vnkouþ to my maneres. ¶ Swyche is my strengþe. {and}

þis pley. I pley[e] co{n}tinuely. I tourne þe whirly{n}g whele wiþ þe

tournyng cercle ¶ I am glade to chaunge þe lowest to þe heyeste. {and}

þe heyest to þe loweste. worþe vp yif þou wilt. so it be by þis lawe.

þat þou ne holde not þat I do þe wronge þouȝ þou descende dou{n} whanne

resou{n} of my pleye axeþ it. Wost þou not how Cresus kyng of lyndens of

whiche kyng Cir{us} was ful sore agast a litel byforne þat þis rewlyche

Cresus was cauȝt of Cirus {and} lad to þe fijr to be brent. but þat a

reyne desce{n}ded[e] dou{n} from heuene þat rescowed[e] hym ¶ And is it

out of þi mynde how þat Paulus consul of Rome whan he hadde take þe kyng

of p{er}ciens weep pitou[s]ly for þe captiuitee of þe self[e] kyng. What

oþer þinges bywaylen þe criinges of Tragedies. but only þe dedes of

fortune. þat wiþ an vnwar stroke ouert{ur}neþ þe realmes of grete nobley

¶ _Glose._ Tragedie is to seyne a dite of a p{ro}sp{er}ite for a tyme

þat endiþ in wrechednesse. Lernedest nat þou in grek whan þou were ȝonge

þat in þe entre or in þe seler of Iuppiter þer ben couched two tunnes.

þat on is ful of good þat oþer is ful of harme. ¶ What ryȝt hast þou to

pleyne. yif þou hast taken more plenteuously of þe goode syde þat is to

seyne of my rycchesse {and} p{ro}sp{er}ites. {and} what eke. yif I be

nat departed fro þe. What eke. yif my mutabilitee ȝiueþ þe ryȝtful cause

of hope to han ȝit better þi{n}ges. ¶ Naþeles desmaie þe nat in þi

þouȝt. and þ{o}u þat art put in comune realme of alle: ne desijr[e] nat

to lyue by þine oonly p{ro}pre ryȝt.

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