Philargyry of Great Britain
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Philargyry of great Britain
[illustration] [woodcut of Philargyry]
i. Timoth. vi,
The rote of all mischife y
t
ever did spring
Is careful Covetise, & greedy Gathering
The Contentes of this boke.
- Howe Philargyry came into great Brytayne
- Hys Oration to the people that resorted to him
- Howe the people • submitted them selves to him
- Hypocrisies Oration.
- Howe he committed the governance of y e people to Hypocrisy
- Howe Philargyry devoured all the treasure that Hypocrisy had laid up in store
- Howe Hypocrisy went about to wythstande Philargyry
- How self love uttered Hypocrisy his intent to Philargyry
- How Philaute went to Nodnoll and what he did there
- How y e people forsook Hypo.
- How truth told all to y e king
- How the king drave all these out of his realm
Finis
To the Readar
IF Poetes may prove
and try their own wit
In feyneyng of Fables
great Vices to blame:
And if they be blameless
although they do hytt
The Treuth▪ in theyre Treatyse
under a straynge name
Then may I by right
(me think) do the same
Wherefore though I touth the
take it in good parte,
For I will the none Ill
as God knoweth mine heart.
I grant I have feigned
and written a lie,
And yet not so loud
as I would it were,
For treuly this Gigant
great Philargyry
Is present in great Brytayne
even everywhere
Not one man is free
From his Tyrannie there,
For all men he polled
first by Hypocrisy,
And now by self Love
he doeth all destroy.
The Hypocrites had gotten
into their own hands
All placis of Pleasure
in every coaste
So had they the good
and profitable lands
Which now by self love
are spoiled and lost
No good thing at all
remaineth welmoste
The thyngis that were best
are now made so bad
That where much thing is
there naught can be had.
The Hypocritis were Ill
but worse is self love
Wherefore gentle Reader
I pray the hertily
Make ernest petition
to the Lord above
To deliver great Britain
from Philargyry
Who hath brought that rich Island
into such misery
That things of greatist plenty
are scantist to be had
And all thing that good was
is now made to bad.
Finis.
Unto such as be yet without All thyngis shall be spoken in Parables.
Mark. iiii.
Mark. iiii.
The fable of Philargyry y e great Gigant of great Britain, what houses were • uilded and lands appointed for his prou •• i • ns, and how all the same is wasted to content his gredie gut withal and yet he rageth for hunger
GEue ear a while
And mark my style
You y
t
hath wit in store
For with words bare
I will declare
Thyngs done long time before
Sometyme certain
Into Britain
A lande full of plenty
A Gyaunte great
Came to seek meat
Whose name was Philargyry
He was so strong
That none emonge
That brutyshe nation
Durst take in hand
Him to wythstande
In any station
That cursed ladde
A free course had
That Ilande over all
Boeth vale and hy
••
Were at his will
Wyth towns both great and small
Then let he cry
That low and hye
That would to him resort
Shulde still endure
In all pleasure
And live in play and sport
So that they would
Do as they should
And honor him as God
Wyth Baggis of gold
In many fold
In number even or odd
Come unto me
Who so will (quoth he)
There shall no law him bind
I will him make
Free for to take
All thyngis that he can find
Force and strong hand
By sea and lande
Shall be his law and right
He shall be bold
To take and hold
Al thyngis by force and might
So that he bring
To me some thing
I will defend him still
None so hardye
Him to deny
Or to say he doeth Ill
When this was known
And a broad blown
Throughout that Island wyde
From every porte
Men did resort
To him on every side
So that anon
A Legion
Were ready at his will
To do all thing
At his byddynge
Whether it were good or Ill
Then forth he stood
Wyth full mylde mode
Desyrynge them silence
Tyll he had told
All that he would
Unto that Audience
Philargyries Oration.
GOod syrs (quoth he)
Full well I se
That ye have ben oppressed
Longe time with laws
Not worth two staws
But that shall be redreste
Henseforth there shall
No law at all
Restrayne your Liberty
But that you may
Boeth night and day
Do your own will freely
Catch what you can
From every man
And hold it for your own
Reape, let me se
And bring to me
That other men have sown
And when you find
Ought to your mind
That force cannot bring in
Then beat your brain
Aboute some trayne
Whereby you may it wynne
Se nothing let
You forto get
All things into your hand
Whych other men
Must now and then
Nedes have by sea or lande.
Then set the price
Above all syse
Your bags therwyth to fill
Make the vile slaves
And paysant knaves
Paye you at your own will.
And where you spy
Commodity
Ther plant your dwelling place
And then employe
Your whole study
To get it up apase
And by eche porte
Where is resort
Se that ye do conueye
All manner thing
Whereof might spring
Profyte to this country
For so shall ye
Enriched be
And have money in store
For you shall sell
Thyngis twice so well
As men did heretofore.
The woule, the lead
The corn for breadde
The bere butter and cheese
Wyll be well sold
Wherefore be bold
By them you can naught leese.
Metalle of Bellis
Lether and fellis
And woulsted yarne also
Are redye gold
Let them be sold
Wyth thyngis a thousand moe
And if you may
Conuey away
These thyngis beyond y
e
foam
Then shall the pryse
Of that arise
That shall be left at home
You must therefore
Have evermore
All those thyngis in your hand
Wherein the spring
Of every thing
And first increase doeth stand.
The pasture grownde
That feadeth sound
You must in no case lack
All manner mynes
And myllis that gryndis
Must help to fill your sack
Copsis of wodde
Be very good
For you to have in hand
You must needs have
Great fermes a thraue
Wyth all good fruitful lands.
Shorte tale to make
You must all take
And whorde up still in store
Tyll that be scant
Whereof no want
Was ever seen before.
Draffe is plenty
Yet certainly
If it were handled well:
It would be sold
For ready gold
And that some men can tell
The time hath been
That men could wynne
By smoke and by Vryne
And why should nat
Gayne rise of that
Wher with mē feed their swine?
Se to all thing
Wherof may spring
Any Lucre or Guyne,
For Gayne doeth smell
Excedynge well
In every thing certain.
I will therefore
Now say no more
But se you do apply
Your business
To get rychesse
My mind to satisfy.
You must me feed
Aye at my need
Wyth bags of moste pure gold
For I could eat
None other meat
Sence I was two days old.
A God am I
That cannot die
Wherefore I must be fed
Wyth gold most pure
That will endure
And not with bryckle bread
Brynge, bring bring, bring
Alwaye some thing,
And then you shall me please.
All that is sold
For ready gold
Doeth my stomach much ease.
And as you will
Continue still
Al your days in pleasure
Even so apply
You busily
Wyth gold me to honor
I am your God
And have the rod
Of hunger in my fyste
Wherefore take hede
Ye do me feed
Wyth gold that is fynest
And him that can
Best play the man
In gettynge gold and fe
I will promote
And set aflote
In wealth and high degree
And in the ende
I will him send
To Plutos dwelling place
Were he shall be
Next unto me
Wherefore, gather apase
Dixi, quoth he
And bowed his knee
Unto his audience
Thankyng them all
Boeth great and small
For their quiere scilence
How the people of Britain beca •• subject to Philargyry.
THen with one voice
All did rejoice
And clapt their hands apas
•
And after that
They fell all flat
Prostrate before his face
Then rose they up
And in a cup
Of gold, they did him bring
Moe thousandis than
Any man can
Well express by writing
Then gan they sing
Behold we bring
Oure mornetydis sacrifice
Desyrynge the
That it may be
Pleasant before thine eyes
Then forth he raught
His hand, and caught
The cup full of pure gold
shud at one sup
He drancke it up
Thankyng them many fold
Henseforth, quoth he
Loke that you be
Wyth me thryse in the day
Wyth such a sup
In such a cup
That I do not decay
And be ye bold
To get the gold
As I have said before
No law shall let
You forto get
So much, and ten times more
All tremblynge then
One of his men
Fell flat upon his face
And desired
To be pardoned
To speak his mind a space
Stand up quoth he
What so thou be
And tell to me thy name
Thou shalt have grace
To speak a space
Thou shalt sustain no blame
Deare Souerayne
Quoth he again
I am Hypocrisy
There is on mould
No man that would
Serue you leuer then I
But this one thing
My Lord and king
If I might be so bold
To say my mind
A faute I find
In that which you have told
Saye on, quoth he
I pardon the
Let me know all thy thought.
If thy counsel
Do like me well
It shall in deed be wrought
Then mannerly
He made curchy
As one that could his good
Wyth mylde words than
Thus he began
Before them as he stood
Hypocrisies Oration.
MY Lord and king
This is the thing
That doeth my mind offend
And causeth me
Thus bold to be
Trustyng you will it mende
You have us told
We should be bold
To take all at our will
And spoil the rich
And pore alyche
Our baggis with gold to fill
But well I wotte
This thing will not
Be suffered any while
Except that we
Worcke subtyltee
And get their goodis by gyle
We must pretend
Some holy ende
That may the people please
And so we shall
Be Lordis of all
And fill our baggis with ease
Sende me to preach
And I will teache
The people over all
That they shall lie
In purgatory
After their death fatal
I will them tell
That pains in Hell
And pains there are a lone
Save that of this
An ende there is
But of the other none
Then that they may
Be sure alway
To crepe out at their will
I will them tell
We have to sell
Pardone of all their Ill
So they will bring
To us althynge
Whereof we shall stand ned
•
Houses to build
Boeth thackt and tylde
And bye us food and wede
Then will I prove
It doeth behoove
That we have land and rent
That we may pray
For them alway
To God omnipotent
And when they lie
Redy to die
Then will I be at hand
Forto declare
Howe hard we fare.
For lack of rent and lande.
Then will I tell
The pains of Hell
And purgatory fire
And what great pain
They shall sustain
Unless they do us hire
For we are they
That fast and pray
For them that give us ought
And our doing
Is worth nothing
Onlesse it be dear bought
Now when they se
Them selves to be
Set in so great distress
Wyth all their heart
They will depart
Wyth much of their riches
In hope that we
Wyll factors be
For them, when they begone
And by this trayne
We shall obtain
Great landis and goodis anon
For what is he
That will not be
Glad to redeem with gold
Hys soul, which he
Shall think to be
Dampened a thousand fold?
And specially
When he shall die
And leave all things byhynde
For if he would
Then whorde up gold
He cannot have his mind
I will I trow
In some ears blow
So terrible a blast
That they shall quake
And for fear make
Vs their heirs at the last
Yea Kyngis with crowns
Shall give us towns
And Cities to be sure
That we shall pray
For them allwaye
Whylse the world shall endure
Thus shall we have
All that we crave
And much more at our will
Oure selves to feed
As we shall need
And give you gold your fill
Dixi, he said
And then he prayed
Philargyry of grace
And then with that
He fell down flat
Prastrate before his face
Howe Philargyry committeth the Gouernaunce of all his Subiectes to Hypocrisy.
FVll myldly than
This God began
And bade his man arise
Stand up, quoth he
For well I se
Thou art prudent and wise
Wherefore with me
Thou shalt chief be
I will work by thy read
And all that be
Subject to me
Thou shalt govern and lead
Then let he cry
That low and hye
That would take him as king
Shoulde with all speed
Fulfyll in deed
Hypocrisies bydynge
For he is wise
And can dyuise
Ways to get gold and fe
And make men fill
Wyth right good will
Your baggis to bring to me
Then all that were
Present to hear
That proclamasion
Showed them content
Wyth full assent
And thus they said eche one,
Hypocrisy
Is most worthy
To rule under our king
For he can preach
And men so teach
That they will gladly bring
Then went there out
A full great route
From Philargyries place
And by and by
Hypocrisy
Began to preach apace
All manner men
Were ready then
To give even what he would
They were so mad
They thought he had
Salvation to be sold
Then built he
A great City
Nodnoll he did it name
It was all one
Wyth Babylon
If it were not the same
In that City
Then Bylded he
A temple to his God
Settynge therein
Of his own kyne
An hundred Knights and odd.
The Arch knight was
Byshope Chayphas
Who rode with spear and shyld
Haueynge his corse
Armed with force
To cause all men to yield
Then in ech place
That pleasante was
He planted houses sure
Of lyme and stone
They were echone
Because they should endure
Bulwarkis also
A thousand moe
Then any man can tell
To beat them down
That ware the crown
If they did once rebel
So was that lande
Whole in the hand
Of Philargyries men
No wyght was free
From them if he
Were worth pore shyllyngs ten
But to couloure
His endeuoure
He did those places name
Houses for clerks
And the bulwarckes
Lodgyngis for blind & lame
Then pointed he
That there should be
Leches of wondrous skyll
In every plare
Whoe in short space
Should help their bags to fil
At Walsyngehame
Was Noterdame
At Eli good Audrye
And at Wylsedon
Were great cures done
By bolstryng of Baudrye
At Hayles there was
One in a glass
That wrought wounders full great
And at Wynchcome
Were cured some
That could Keuelme intrea
There were also
A thousand moe
Leaches of his poyntynge
That could heal all
Boeth great and small
That would any thing bring
They would not stycke
To heal the sick
In body and in soul
They had such wit
They could do it
By drynckynge of a bole
When this was done
Then was all won
They need to seek no more
They had all thing
At their lykynge
To spend and keep in store
Hypocrisy
Thought then to stye
Up to Nodnoll anon
To se what was
There brought to pass
After he was thense gone
But ere he went
More gold he sent
To his God Philargyry
Then thousandis ten
Of brutysh men
Coulde bare, to make him merry
Wych he eat up
All at one sup
And yet was not content
But said that they
Had by the way
Spent some of that was sent
Al raging than
This God began
On them his wrath to wreak
He laid about
Emonge the route
Tyl none of them cold speak.
And when he had
Lyke one half mad
Slayne all that company
In all his rage
He calde his page
Whoe came forth by and by
Come on (quoth he)
I will go see
What provision there is
They shall it bye
Full dear if I
Fare not better then this
Fetch forth my steed
Trustie at need
For now I am in haste
I must go try
Hypocrisy
And se if he make waste
His lad was priest
Wyth his steed dreste
Redy For him to ride
And right anon
He leapt theron
And would no longer bide
He ryd forth fast
Tyllat th e last
He came to I gralk place
Where he did spy
Hypocrisy
Fyllynge his bags apase
Then laughed he
And said I se
Hypocrisy is just
Nought can him let
Treasure to get
To satisfy my lust
Hypocrisy
Hearde by and by
His Lord and masters voice
And ganne to sing
To leap and spring
So much he did rejoice.
All smylyngly
Philargyry
Then gan his man embrace
And said my son
Howe haste thou done
Sense thou wast at my place
My Lord said he
And bowed his knee
I have had good success
For all this lande
Is in my hand
Wyth infinite rychesse.
Then said he come
You shall se some
Of that I have in store
Take you your fill
Of what you will
There cometh in daily more,
Then with a key
He made his way
Into his treasury
Where was more gold
I dare be bold
Thē would in poulis church lie
Howe Philargyry deuored all the treasure that Hypocrisy had laid up in store.
Full hungerly
Philargyry
Began then forto eat
Even as he had
Ben more then mad
For lack of needful meat.
Goblettes of gold
Went down twofold
So did owches and ryngis
Tablettis with stones
Made for the nonce
Wyth many other thyngis
So fast he eat
That he ganswere
As it had been a bull
Ten tun I wote
Went down his throat
And yet he was not full
Then carefully
Hypocrisy
Bethought him of his store
And with words wise
He did advise
His lord to eat no more
It shall, quoth he
Ryght healthful be
To leave with Appetite
For all fullness
Doeth cause syckenes
As Phisickes masters write
Yea syr, quoth he
But when I se
That sycknes doeth me prick
I can be bold
For ready gold
To have present Physic
Wherefore I will
Now eat my fill
There shall nothing me let
Therefore be gone
Let me alone
I must live by my meat
Full Heauily
Hypocrisy
Then toke leave to depart
And said Adiu
Much good do it you
But thought it not in heart
Wyth both handis than
This God began
To crambe into his crawe
Tyll all the gold
Whereof I told
Was mowed up in his mawe
Than sat he down
And gan to frown
As not content in mind
Because no more
Was left in store
And he had not half dynde
Then up he rose
And caste the nose
Alofte into the wind
Even as a swine
Holdeth up the groyne
When he would fedyng find
Come on, quoth he
For well I se
Here is no meat in store
Hypocrisy
Wyll him aply
I think to get in more
Then home he went
Halfe mysse content
And laid him down to rest
But he could get
No sleep quiet
To fasten in his breste
Howe Hypocrisy went about to wythstande Philargyry,
IN this mean space
Hypocrisy was
At Nodnoll, full busy
Some way to find
Hym self to wind
Out of that misery
Thus did he caste
Then at the last
In his disceytefull thought
I will, thought he
Liberall be
Of that which cost me naught
As many as will
Shall have their fill
Of meat and drynck with me
Boeth low and hye
Shall have plenty
Of food, with gold and fe.
So shall I keep
Wyth them frendshype
And have them on my side
Wyth all their heart
To take my parte
What so shall me bytyde
Full well I know
That hye and low
Wyll take parte of my chere
For in ech coaste.
Boeth sodde and roste
Are waxen very dere
And it is like
That they will stycke
To me alway at need
For houndis are wont
Freshly to hunt
For them that do them feed,
And so I say
I shall alway
Be able to wythstande
That wicked wyght
If he will fight
Either by sea or lande
Then by and by
He did employe
Hym self to make good chere
And for to spend
By the years ende
All that came in by yere.
This did allure
I am right sure
The hearts of thousandis ten
To be ready
To live and die
Wyth him like faithful men
Then was he bold
And thought he could
Withstāde his masters might
He did therefore
Kepe naught in store
For him as he had plyght
Great fees he gave
An hundred thraue
To men that had no need
For well knew he
That it must be
Such that must do the deed
Howe self love uttered Hyyocrisie his intent to Philargyry
THen was there one
That did anon
Conceive his whole intent
And in a night
He did him dyght
And to Ppilargyrie went
He went so fast
And made such haste
For fear to come to late
That longe ere day
He rydde the way
And was come to the gate
Full fiersly than
To knock he gan
As one that would come in
Tyll the wycket
Was open set
To knock he would not blinne
Then came forth one
To him anon
And said what haste is this?
Saye on quoth he
Declare to me
What thy business is
Syr, quoth the freke
I must nedis speak
Wyth my lord Philargyry
I can him tell
All is not well
About Hypocrisy
Then ran the page
As one in rage
Unto the chaumber door
And at one pushe
He did it rushe
Down flat into the flour
Wyth that awoke
That God and shoke
Hys lockis y
t
were full thynne
What may this
Syr knave (quoth he)
That thou comest so fast in:
Upon his knee
Then kneled he
(So well he could his good)
And myldly than
Thus he began
Wyth a moste heavy mode
My Lord, he said
I am a frayed
Oure heavy news to tell
For fear that ye
Shoulde angry be
And take it nothing well
News? quoth he than
And bade his man
Tell him without delaye.
Speak man, quoth he
What ayleth the
Why dost thou make this stay?
Then at the last
His man out braste
And in few words he said
Surely there is
Some thing amiss
Some man hath you betrayde
Betrayed, quoth he,
Howe may that be?
And then in hand he toke
Hys bostarde bright
So goodly dyght
And gan fiersly to loke
Tell me quoth he
Who it should be
That hath this treasō wrought
That I may wreke
Me on the freke
And bring his stock to naught
Hypocrisy
I think treuely
Quoth Philargyries men
For one came now
To speak with you
And thus the freke began.
I must, quoth he
If it may be
Speak with Philargyry
I can him tell
All is not well
Aboute Hypocrisy
Than the God bade
Fech in that ladde
That I may here him speak.
Full lyghtly than
Hys saruant ran
And brought to him the freake.
Full mannerly
He made curchie
And lowted to the grownde
Than said the lad
I am right glad
I have your lordshipe found
For I have spied
And thoroughly tried
Thingis by Hypocrisy
Which do declare
That he doeth bear
Grudge to your majesty
For certainly
Hypocrisy
Hath now in his own hand
The half welmoste
In every coaste
Of this pleasant Ilande
And doeth employe
Hym busily
There with forto optayne:
All men's good will
That he may still
In this rich Ilande reign
He goeth about
To have a route
Knytte to him in frendeshyp:
And to that ende
He doeth intend
A right great house to keep,
He will therefore
Kepe naught in store
For you to feed upon,
He will all spend
By the years ende
That he may lay hands on
And if you would
Do what you could
To recover your right
The loselles shall
Be ready all
In his quarrel to fight
Wherefore I say
Inuent some way
Betyme, for this myschyefe,
Els certainly
You shall shortly
Lacke your needful relyefe
Then curtesly
Philargyry
Thanked this man and said
Ten thousand pound
In nobles rownde
Thou shalt have treuly payede
Tell me thy name
And I shall frame
My ways after thy skyll
For I se well
Thou canst me tell
Ways to escape this Ill.
Deare syr quoth he
My name hath be
Philaute sense I was borne,
Hypocrisy
Is clombe so hye
That my stock is nygh worn
Well said he than
Be content man
I will thy stock restore
For thou shalt be
Chief under me
As Hypocrisy was before
I have no dread
But by thy read
I shall bring it to pass
That, that vile slave
And wicked knave
Shall be brought down full base
Tell me therefore
If any store
Of counsel do remaye
What way we may
Beste porue and say
To subdue this vylayn
My Lord, quoth he
If it so be
That ye will, as you say
Take my counsel
Then know ye well
I think this the best way.
Let me be sent
To preach in Lent
And out of Lent also:
And I shall draw
Them from his awe
I trust with small ado
I will declare
Howe mad they are
To give him of their good
To be made just
Sens all men must
Be made just bi Christis blood
For though he rynge
Great belles and sing
A thousand masses and moe
Yet must Christis blood
Shed on the rode
Delyuer all men from woe
Then you shall give
Ech man good leave
To wytholde what he can
From that vile slave
That doeth still crave
A flyse of every man.
They must be bold
All to wytholde
And eke to take him fro
Boeth lande and fee
Where so it be
And rich Iewelles also.
When this is told
You may be bold
All men will be full priest
Your parte to take
And him forsake
And then the knave is dreste,
Let me alone,
There shall not one
Hold on his side I trow
After they do
Once hearken to
The blast that I shall blow.
Wyth words myry
Then Philargyry
Sayde, be it as thou hast told
To use thy skyll
At thine own will
Thou mayst hensefore be bold
Be thou, quoth he
Next unto me
And eke my cosen dear
Henseforth certain
In all Britain
There shall not be thy peare
And all that be
Kynne unto the
Be it never so small
I will promote
And set aflote,
Cozens I will them call
Now sweet Kynsman
Do what you can
That Vylaynes will to let
And get me gold
Either new or old
Else shall I starve for meat
For I had not
My fill I wot
This hundred years and moe
Whych causeth me
So leave to be
That scarcely I can go
Hold you content
It is now lent
You must needs fast a while.
Lenten quoth he
Lent let it be
And then he gan to smyle
Wyth that began
Philaute his man
To demand w
t
words mild
What thing might be
The cause that he
Whē Lent was named smyld
Oh Couse qouth he
The time hath be
That I have eat more gold
In one short lent
Then some have spent
In fyftie wynters cold
For certainly
Hypocrisy
Dyd in lent most provide
Good gold to feed
Me at my need
In every time and tide.
But let that go
He doeth not so
Now, well he shall repent
You will I trow
Couse bring him low
Before another Lent
Yea syr, quoth he
Sure ye shall be
I will so bring him down
That the vile knave
Shall nothing have
In field nor yet in town
Let us therefore
Now talk no more
I must this mater plye
It shall be best
For you to rest
Whylse I to Nodnoll stye
Go you to bed
And lay your head
Upon a pyllowe fine
I trust to gete
You golden meat
Ere it be time to dyne.
Couse go thy way
That God gan say
God pluto be thy speed
My sprite shall be
Present with the
To help the aye at need
My lord, quoth he
It shall best be
That no man doth is know
Wherefore let not
Your servants wot
Lest they some rumors sow
For I must preach
And all men teach
That gods son hath me sent
For so shall I
Have by and by
My purpose and intent
Couse, thou shalt se
I warrant the
All shall be kept secrete
For counsels known
And abroad blown
Wyll our procedyngis let
Departe therefore
And say no more
For I know all thy mind
Thou shalt well se
That I will be
As reason doeth me bind
Then louted he
Wyth either knee
And said, my lord Adiu
The God of sleep
Vouchsalfe to keep
All that belong to you
Howe Philargyrye went to Nodnol and what he did there.
THen forth he went
As he was sent
Tyl he to Nodnoll came
Where by and bye
He made outecrie
Agaynst Hypocrisies name
Geue ear to me
All you, quoth he
That do your own wealth love
For gods own son
Dyd bid me run
Your enmie to remove.
Hypocrisy
Hath dealt flasely
Wyth you full many a yere
To gather pelf
And keep him self
In ease and bealy chere.
Do you not se
Howe greasye he
And his be, and how fat?
His chekes be bolne
And for fat swollen,
His nose is cowched flat
He walloweth in
That filthy sin
Of greedy glottonnye
He will not swynke
For meat nor drink
But live still Idellye
Yet will he eat
Nought but fine meat
And drink of the best wyne
Who so hath been
Wyth him hath seen
His fare to be right fine
I grant he will
Your bealies fill
Tyl your backis cannot bow
But all that is
Nothynge of his
But byggis of your own sow
Open your eyes
If you be wise
And se to your own gain
Let not this slave
The riches have
That you have gote wtih pain
You need not pass
For his vain mass
Hys diryge and prayars longe
For well we see
All those thyngis be
But labor of the tongue
Your self can pray
As well alway
As he, and also feed
All such as ye
Shall know to be
Pore and nedie in deed
His prayars shall
Help none at all
Christis blood hath paid the price
You need therefore
To do no more
That one price doeth suffice.
What madness than
Is in that man
That will so much bestow
Upon a thing
Worsse then nothing?
No man is so mad It row
Howe the people forsook Hypocrisy.
THe people anon
Much mused on
These words that seemed straynge
Yet did they embrace
Them, in short space
Because they love to chaynge
And naturally
You know pardie
Ech man will love him self
Then a small thing
Maye him sone bring
In love with this worlds pelf
The brutes therefore
Toke Philautis lore
And left Hypocrisy
Then range the bell
To a Counsel
That thing to ratify.
In this Synnodde
Ten score and odd
Toke Hypocrisies parte
Yet all they lost
For all their boast
In dispyte of their heart
It was decreed
There and agreed
That Philaute should possess
For ever more
Hypocrisy store
Hys lands and his riches.
Then Philaute sent
In contient
Ten thousand tunnes of gold
To Philargyry
To make him miry
Therwith, what time he would
In short time than
His store began
To waste and wear apase
For he eat still
And could not fill
Hys paunch, in .vii. years spase
Then Philaute fed
Hys God with lead
With stones, and with timber
And told him that
Golde was to fat
For men that fast Imber.
You must, quoth he
Contented be
Wyth such as doeth remain,
Ye must forbear
Thys precious gear
Yet for a yere or twayne
Then Philaute sold
For ready gold
Fortes that were built strong
And made so sure
Forto endure
That they had stand full long
Great lands also
Philaute let go
For gold that was full fine
And sent it all
To Philargyries hall
For him therwyth to dyne
But all was gone
And spent anon
And he looked for more
But yet in vain
For naught certain
Remayned then in store
Well thought he than
I trow I can
Make right fine gold of bras
And so he did
But it framed
Full evil as resone it was
Well, yet he sent
And raised rent
From five grotes to a pound
Yet was there nat
Much won by that
For more was lost then found
Well thus at the last
All hope was paste.
His God he could not fill
Unless he should
Be found so bold
The king & his reame to syl
Then gan this God
To take the rode
Of hunger in his fyst
And said that he
Woulde filled be
No man should him resist.
Then with strokes sore
He smote the pore
And then they gan to cry
To god almyght
For them to fight
Agaynst Philargyry
Howe Truth told all to the king.
BVt then toke truth
Pitie and ruth
And to the king he went
And said syr king
Amende this thing
Thy realm else will be shent
Philargyry
Hypocrisy
And Philaute have spent all
Thy people are
So full of care
That now to god they cal.
Vengeaunce therefore
Is at thy door
Redy the to destroy
Onlesse thou will
Purge out the Ill
That doeth thy flock anoye
An horrible thing
It is syr king
To fall into godis hand
Thou mayest trust me
No man can be
Able him to wythstande
Take hede therefore
Suffer no more
These fell felons to reign
Leste God almyght
For thy stock fight
And thou thyself be slain
What though they be
Myghtie to se?
Yet fear not thou at all
For (God no doubt)
Wyll rowte them out
If thou wilt on him call
For he hath said
He will the aid
Agaynste his enemies
If thou wilt go
Forthe straight and do
Thyngis pleasant in his eyes
Howe the king drave that wicked sort out of his realm
WYth that the king
For fear gan spring
Unto the Bible boke
And by and by.
Ryght reverently
That sword in hand he toke
No wyght, quoth he
Shall spared be
That doeth my flock oppress
God hath me set
Such thyngis to let
And all wrongis to redress
Then let he cry
That low and hye
In whom gods fear did dwell
Shoulde never rest
But do they best
God's enmies to expel
Then fell he down
And cast his crown
And diademe aside
And looking on hye
Up to the skye
To God aloud he cried
Lord God, quoth he
Thou hast chosen me
Ouer thy flock to reign
Make me of might
All wrongis to right
And make all well again
Then God him sent
Men that were bent
Oppression to expel
Whoe chased out
This gygante stout
And then all things were w
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Finis.
Imprynted at London by Robert Crowly dwellinge in Eli Rentes in Holburne Anno Dmini M.D.L.I.
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