EVERYMAN. Gentyll Knowlege, what do you yt call ?
KNOWLEGE. It is called the garment 1 of sorowe,
Fro payne it wyll you borowe,
Contrycyon it is, 64?
That getteth forgyveness,
He pleaseth God passynge well.
GOOD DEDES. Everyman, wyll you were it for your hele?
EVERYMAN. Now blessyd be Jesu, Maryes sone,
For nowe have I on true contrycyon, 6=,o
And lette us go now without taryenge.
Good Dedes, have we clere our rekenynge ?
GOOD DEDES. Ye, in dede, I have them 2 here.
EVERYMAN. Than I trust we nede not fere.
Now, frendes, let us not parte in twayne. 65;
KNOWLEGE 3 . Nay, Everyman, that wyll we nat certayne.
GOOD DEDES. Yet must thou leade 4 with the
Thre persones of grete myght.
1 It is a garment, Skot. 2 cm. Skot. 3 The editions all
assign this line and also 1. 666 to Kynrede, but surely wrongly, since
Kynrede left the stage at 1. 366. * led, Skot.
EVERYMAN. Who sholde they be?
GOOD DEDES. Dyscrecyon and Strength they hyght, 660
And thy Beaute may not abyde behinde.
KNOWLEGE. Also ye must call to mynde
Your Fyve Wyttes, as for your counseylours.
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GOOD DEDES. You must have them redy at all houres.
EVERYMAN. Howe shall I gette them them hyder ? 665
KNOWLEGE. You must call them all togyder,
And they wyll here you incontynent.
EVERYMAN. My frendes, come hyder and be present,
Discrecyon, Strengthe, my Fyve Wyttes and Beaute.
BEAUTE. Here at your wyll we be all redy, 670
What wyll ye that we shulde do?
GOOD DEDES. That ye wolde with Everyman go,
And helpe him in his pylgrymage.
Advyse you, wyll ye with him or not in that vyage?
STRENGTH. We wyll brynge hym all thyder 675
To his helpe and comforte, ye may byleve me.
DVSCRECYON. So wyll we go with hym all togyder.
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[EVERYMAN receives the last Sacrament :]
FYVE WITTES. Peas, for yonder I see Everyman come,
Whiche hath made trewe satysfaccyon.
GOOD DEDES. Me thynke, it is he indede. 770
EVERYMAN. Now Jesu be our * alder spede !
I have receyved the sacrament for my redempcyon,
And than myne extreme unccyon.
Blessyd be all they that counseyled me to take it !
And now frendes, let us go without longer respyte.
1 your, Skot.
I thanke God that ye have taryed so longe. 776
Now set eche of you on this rodde his honde,
And shortely folowe me.
I go before there I wolde be.
God be our 1 gyde ! 780
STRENGTHS. Everyman, we will nat fro you go,
Tyll ye have gone this vyage longe.
DYSCRECYON. I, Dyscrecyon, wyll byde by you also.
And though this pylgrymage be never so stronge
I wyll never parte you fro. 75
STRENGTH. Everyman, I will be as sure by the
As ever I was 2 by Judas Machabe.
EVERYMAN. Alas, I am so faynt I may not stande,
My lymmes under me doth folde.
Frendes, let us nat tourne agayne to this lande, 7^0
Nat for all the worldes golde,
For into this cave must I crepe,
And tourne to the earth, and there slepe 3 .
BEAUTE. What in to this grave, alas !
Ye, there shall we consume, more and lesse ! 79=
BEAUTE. And what, sholde I smoder here?
EVERYMAN. Ye, be my fayth, and never more appere !
In this worlde lyve no more we shall,
But in heven before the hyest lorde of all.
BEAUTE. I crosse out all this! adewe by saynt Johan!
I take my tappe in my lappe, and am gone. 01
EVERYMAN. What, Beaute, whyder wyll ye?
1 your, SAot. - dyd, Sko(. 3 And tourne to crth and thi-re
to slepe, S&ot. Mr. Hazlitt assigns this line and the next but one to
Beauty, and 11. 794, 796 to Everyman.
BEAUTE. Peas! I am defe, I loke not behynde me,
Nat and thou woldest gyve me all the golde in thy chest.
EVERYMAN. Alas ! wherto may I truste ? 805
Beaute gothe fast awaye fro me.
She promysed with me to lyve and dye.
STRENGTH. Everyman, I wyll the also forsake and denye,
Thy game lyketh me nat at all.
EVERYMAN. Why than ye wyll forsak me all ! 810
Swete Strength tarry a lytel space 1 .
STRENGTH. Nay, syr, by the rode of grace,
I wyll hye me from the fast,
Though thou wepe till 2 thy hert brast.
EVERYMAN. Ye wolde ever byde by me, ye sayd. 815
STRENGTH. Ye, I have you ferre ynoughe conveyed.
Ye be olde ynoughe, I understande,
Your pylgrymage to take on hand.
I repent me that I hyder came.
EVERYMAN. Strengthe, you to dysplease I am to blame,
Yet promyse is dette, this ye well wot 3 . 821
STRENGTH. In fayth, as for that 4 I care not !
Thou arte but a foole to complayne,
You spende your speche and wast your brayne ;
Go thryst 5 the into the grounde ! 825
EVERYMAN. I had wende surer I sholde you have founde,
But I se well 6 he that trusteth in his strength
She hym deceyveth 7 at the length,
For Strength and Beaute forsaketh me,
Yet they promysed me fayre and lovyngly 8 . 830
1 Strength, tary I pray you a lytell space, Pynson. * wepe to thy
herte to brast, Skot. 3 Wyll ye breke promyse that is dette (losing
the rime), Skot. * as for that, om. Skot. * trusse, Pynson.
6 om. Skot. 7 Is greatly disceyved, Pynson. * stedfast to be,
DISCRETION. Everyman, I wyll after Strengthe be gone ;
As for me, I wyll leve you alone.
EVERYMAN. Why, Dyscrecyon, wyll ye forsake me ?
DYSCRECYON. Ye, in good 1 fayth, I wyll go fro the,
For whan Strength goth before 835
I folowe after ever more.
EVERYMAN. Yet I pray the, for love of the Trynyte,
Loke in my grave ones pyteously.
DYSCRECYON. Nay, so nye wyll I not come !
Now farewell, fellowes 2 , everychone. 840
EVERYMAN. O all thynge fayleth save God alone,
Beaute, Strengthe and Dyscrecyon ;
For whan Deth bloweth his blast
They all renne fro me full fast.
FYVE WYTTES. Everyman, my leve now of the I take,
I wyll folowe the other, for here I the forsake. 846
EVERYMAN. Alas, then may I wayle and wepe,
For I toke you for my best frende.
FYVE WYTTES. I wyll no lenger the kepe,
Now farewell, and there an ende. 850
EVERYMAN. O Jesu helpe : all hath forsaken me.
GOOD DEDES. Nay, Everyman, I wyll byde with the,
I wyll not forsake the in dede,
Thou shalte fynde me a good frende at nede.
Gramercy, Good Dedes, now may I true frendes se ; 855
They have forsaken me everychone
I loved them better than my Good Dedes alone,
Knowlege, wyll ye to forsake me also?
1 om. Skot. * om. Skot.
KNOWLEGE. Ye, Everyman, when you to Deth shall go,
But not yet for no maner of daunger. 860
EVERYMAN. Gramercy, Knowlege, with all my herte.
KNOWLEGE. Nay yet I will not from hens departe,
Tyll I se where ye shall be come.
EVERYMAN. Me thynke, alas, that I must be gone
To make my rekenynge and my dettes paye, 865
For I se my tyme is nye spent awaye.
Take example, all ye that this do here or se,
How they that I love best do forsake me,
Excepte my Good Dedes that bydeth truely.
GOOD DEDES. All erthly thynges is but vanyte, 870
Beaute, Strength and Dyscrecyon do man forsake,
Folysshe frendes and kynnes men that fayre spake,
AH fleeth save Good Dedes and that am I.
EVERYMAN. Have mercy on me, God moost myghty,
And stande by me, then moder and mayde, holy Mary.
GOOD DEDES. Fere not, I wyll speke for the. 876
EVERYMAN. Here I crye, God mercy.
GOOD DEDES. Shorte our ende and mynyshe our payne,
Let us go and never come agayne.
EVERYMAN. Into thy handes, lorde, my soule I commende.
Receyve it, lorde, that it be nat loste ! 88 1
As thou me boughtest so me defende,
And save me fro the fendes boost,
That I may appere with that blessyd hoste
That shall be saved at the day of dome. 885
In marius tuas, of myghtes moost,
For ever commendo spiritum meum.
KNOWLEGE. Nowe hath he suflfred that we all shall endure,
The good dedes shall make all sure.
Now hath he made endynge, 8yo
Me thynketh that I here aungelles synge,
And make grete joy and melody,
Where every mannes soule receyved shall be.
THE AUNGELL. Come excellente electe spouse to Jesu !
Here above shalte thou go, 895
Bycause of thy synguler vertue.
Now the soule is taken the body fro
Thy rekenynge is crystall clere ;
Now shalte thou into the hevenly spere,
Unto the whiche all ye shall come 900
That lyveth well before the daye of dome.
DOCTOUR. This morall l men may have in mynde :
Ye herers take it of worth, olde and yonge,
And forsake Pryde, for he disceyveth you in the ende,
And remembre Beaute, Five Wyttes, Strength and
They all at the last do Everyman forsake,
Save his Good Dedes there doth he take.
But beware, and they be small,
Before God he hath no helpe at all.
None excuse may be there for Everyman! 910
Alas ! howe shall he do than ?
For after deth amendes may no man make,
For than mercy and pyte doth hym forsake,
If his rekenynge be not clere when he doth come,
God wyll saye Ite maledicti in ignem eternum. 915
And he that hath his accounte hole and sounde
Hye in heven he shall be crounde,
Unto whiche place God brynge us all thyder
That we may lyve body and soule togyder!
1 memoryall, Pynson.
Therto helpe the Trinyte !
Amen, saye ye, for saynt charyte !
C Thus endeth this morall playe of every man
C Imprynted at London in Poules
chyrche yarde by me
1 41- Imprynted at London in Flete Strete | by me Rycharde Pynson
prynter to the kynges moost noble grace.
3(nterlune of tbe jFout Clements,
THE MESSENGER. Thaboundant grace of the power devyne,
Whiche doth illumyne the world invyron,
Preserve this audyence and cause them to inclyne
To charyte, this is my petycyon ;
For by your pacyens and supportacyon ?
A lytyll interlude, late made and preparyd,
Before your presence here shall be declaryd,
Whiche of a few conclusyons is contrivyd,
And poyntes of phylosophy naturall ;
But though the matter be not so well declaryed TO
As a great clerke coude do, nor so substancyall,
Yet the auctour hereof requiryth you all,
Though he be ygnorant ', and can lytyll skyll,
To regarde his only intent and good wyll,
Whiche in his mynde hath oft tymes ponderyd, i;
What nombre of bokes in our tonge maternall
Of toyes and tryfellys be made and impryntyd,
And few of them of matter substancyall ;
For though many make bokes, yet unneth ye shall
In our Englyshe tonge fynde any warkes 20
Of connynge, that is regardyd by clerkes.
The Grekes, the Romayns, with many other mo
In their moder tonge wrot warkes excellent.
Than yf clerkes in this realme wolde take payn so,
1 yngnorant, Text*
INTERLUDE OF THE FOUR ELEMENTS.
Consyderyng that our tonge is now suffycyent 25
To expoun any hard sentence evydent,
They myght, yf they wolde, in our Englyshe tonge
Wryte workys of gravyte somtyme amonge ;
For dyvers prengnaunt wyttes be in this lande,
As well of noble men as of meane estate, 30
Whiche nothynge but Englyshe can understande.
Than yf connynge Laten bokys were translate
Into Englyshe, wel correct and approbate,
All subtell sciens in Englyshe myght be lernyd,
As well as other people in their owne tonges dyd. 35
But now so it is that in our Englyshe tonge
Many one there is, that can but rede and wryte,
For his pleasure wyll oft presume amonge
New bokys to compyle and balates to indyte,
Some of love or other matter, not worth a myte : 40
Some to opteyn favour wyll flatter and glose,
Some wryte curyous termes nothyng to purpose.
Thus every man after his fantesye*
Wyll wryte his conseyte, be it never so rude,
Be it vertuous, vycyous, wysedome or foly ; 45
Wherfore to my purpose thus I conclude,
Why shold not than the auctour of this interlude
Utter his owne fantesy and conseyte also,
As well as dyvers other now a dayes do.
[After the Messenger's speech there enter Natura Naturata (created
Nature), Humanity and Studious Desire. Nature discourses ' of
the situation, of the four elements, that is to say, the earth, the
water, the air and fire, and of their qualities and properties, and of
the generation and corruption of things made of the commixtion of
them.' Humanity thanks her humbly and is left in the hands of
Studious Desire for further instruction.]
STUDYOUS DESIRE. Now, Humanyte, call to your memory
The connynge poyntes that Nature hath declaryd,
INTERLUDE OF THE FOUR ELEMENTS. 99
And though he have shewed dyvers pointes and many
Of the elementis so wondersly formed,
Yet many other causys there are wolde be lernyd. 330
As to knowe the generacyon of thynges all
Here in the yerth, how they be ingendryd,
As herbys, plantys, well sprynges, ston and metall.
HUMANYTE. Those thynges to knowe for me be full
But yet in those poyntes which Nature late shewyd me,
My mynde in them as yet is not content, 336
For I can no maner wyse parceyve nor see,
Nor prove by reason why the yerth sholde be
In the myddes of the fyrmament hengyng so small,
And the yerth with the water to be rounde withall. 340
STUDYOUS DESIRE. Methynkyth myselfe as to some of
I coude gyve a sufiycyent solucyon ;
For, furst of all, thou must nedys graunt this,
That the yerth is so depe and botom hath none,
Or els there is some grose thyng hit stondyth upon,
Or els that it hangyth, thou must nedes consent, 346
Evyn in the myddes of the fyrmament.
HUMANYTE. What than? go forth with thyne argument.
STUDYOUS DESIRE. Than marke well, in the day or in a
The sone, and mone, and stems celestyall, 350
In the est furst they do apere to thy syght
And after in the west they do downe fall,
And agayne in the morowe next of all,
Within xxiiij. houres they become just
To the est pointe again where thou sawist them furst.
Than yf the erthe shulde be of endles depnes, 356
Or shulde stande upon any other grose thynge,
It shulde be an impedyment dowtles
100 INTERLUDE OF THE FOUR ELEMENTS.
To the sone, mone and sterris in theyr movynge ;
Therfore in reason it semyth moste convenyent 360
The yerth to hange in the myddes of the fyrmament.
HUMANYTE. Thyne argument in that poynt dothe me
That thou hast made, but yet it provytht not ryght
That the yerth by reason shulde be rounde ;
For though the fyrmament with his sterris bryght 36.;
Compas aboute the yerth eche day and nyght,
Yet the yerthe may be playne, peradventure,
Quadrant, triangle, or some other fygure.
STUDYOUS DESYRE. That it cannot be playne I shall well
Because the sterris that aryse in the oryent 370
Appere more soner to them that there be,
Than to the other dwellynge in the Occident.
The eclypse is therof a playne experymente,
Of the sone or mone, which, whane it doth fall,
Is never one tyme of the day in placys all ; 375
Yet the eclyps generally is alwaye
In the hole worlde as one tyme beynge ;
But whan we that dwell here see it in the mydday,
They in the west partis see it in the mornynge,
And they in the est beholde it in the evenyng; 380
And why that sholde be so no cause can be found,
But onely by reason that the yerthe is rownde.
HUMANYTE. That reason proveth the yerth at the lest
One wayes to be rownde I cannot gaynesay,
As for to accompt from the est to the west ; 385
But yet, not withstondynge all that, it may
Lese hys rowndenesse by some other waye.
STUDYOUS DESYRE. Na, no dowte yt is rownde everywhere,
Whiche I coulde prove that thou shouldest not say nay,
Yf I had therto any tyme and leser; 390
INTERLUDE OF THE FOUR ELEMENTS. 101
But I knowe a man callyd Experyens,
Of dyvers instrumentys is never without,
Cowde prove all these poyntys, and yet by his scyens
Can tell how many myle the erthe is abowte,
And many other straunge conclusions no dowte 395
His instrumentys cowde shew them so certayn
That every rude carter shold them persayve playn.
Hu. Now wolde to God I had that man now here
For the contembtacyon of my mynde !
STU. Yf ye wyll, I shall for hym enquere, 400
And brynge hym heder yf I can hym fynde.
Hu. Then myght I say ye were to me ryght kynde.
STU. I shall assay, by God that me dere bought,
For cunnyng is the thynge that wolde be sought
SENSUAL APPETYTE. Aha! now god evyn, fole, god evyn!
It is even the, knave, that I mene. 408
Hast thou done thy babelyng?
STU. Ye, peradventure, what then? 410
SEN. Than hold downe thy hede lyke a prety man, and
take my blyssyng.
Benedicite ! I graunt to the this pardon,
And gyve the absolucion
For thy soth saws; stande up, Jackdaw!
I beschrew thy faders sone, 415
Make rome, syrs, and let us be mery,
With huffa galand, synge tyrll on the bery,
And let the wyde worlde wynde!
Synge fryska joly, with hey troly loly,
For I se wel it is but a foly 420
For to have a sad mynd :
For rather than I wolde use suche foly,
To pray, to study, or be pope holy,
102 INTERLUDE OF THE FOUR ELEMENTS.
I had as lyf be ded.
By [Jupiter] I tell you trew ! 425
I speke as I thynke now, else I beshrew
Evyn my next felowes hed !
Master Humanyte, syr, be your leve,
I were ryght loth you to greve,
Though I do hym dyspyse ; 430
For yf ye knewe hym as well as I,
Ye wolde not use his company,
Nor love hym in no wyse.
Hu. Syr he looketh lyke an honest man,
Therfore I merveyll that ye can 435
This wyse hym deprave.
SEN. Though he loke never so well,
I promyse you he hath a shrewde smell.
Hu. Why so? I prey you tell.
SEN. For he saveryth lyke a knave. 440
STU. Holde your pease, syr, ye mistake me !
What ! I trowe, that ye wolde make me
Lyke to one of your kyn.
SEN. Harke, syrs, here ye not how boldly
He calleth me knave agayne by polycy? 445
The devyll pull of his skyn !
I wolde he were hangyd by the throte,
For by the messe I love hym not,
We two can never agre ;
I am content, syr, with you to tary, 450
And I am for you so necessary,
Ye can not lyve without me.
Hu. Why, syr, I say, what man be ye ?
SEN. I am callyd Sensuall Appetyte,
All craturs in me delyte; 455
INTERLUDE OF THE FOUR ELEMENTS. 103
I comforte the wyttys fyve,
The tastyng, smellyng, and herynge ;
I refresh the syght and felynge
To all creaturs alyve.
For whan the body wexith hongry, 460
For lacke of fode, or ellys thursty,
Than with drynkes pleasaund
I restore hym out of payne,
And oft refresshe nature agayne
With delycate vyand. 465
With plesaunde sounde of armonye
The herynge alwaye I satysfy,
I dare this well reporte;
The smellynge with swete odour,
And the syght with plesaunte fygour 470
And colours I comforte;
The felynge, that is so plesaunte,
Of every member, fote or hande,
What pleasure therin can be
By the towchynge of soft and harde, 475
Of hote or cold, nought in regarde,
Excepte it come by me.
Hu. Than I cannot see the contrary,
But ye are for me full necessary,
And ryght convenycnt. 480
Sxu. Ye, syr, beware, yet, what ye do,
For yf you forsake my companye so,
Lord Nature wyll not be contente.
Of hym ye shall never lerne good thyng,
Nother vertu, nor no other connynge, 485
This dare I well say.
SEN. Mary, a vaunt, knave ! I the defye !
Dyde Nature forbyde hym my company ?
What sayst thou therto? Speke openly.
104 INTERLUDE OF THE FOUR ELEMENTS.
Hu. As for that I know well nay. 490
SEN. No, by [Jove] ! I am ryght sure ;
For he knoweth well no creature
Without me can lyve one day.
Hu. Syr, I pray you, be contente,
It is not utterly myne intente 495
Your company to exyle ;
But onely to have communycacyon
And a pastyme of recreacyon
With this man for a whyle.
STU. Well, for your pleasure I wyll departe. 500
Hu. Now go, knave, go ! I beshrew thy hart
The devyll sende the forwarde !
SEN. Now, by my trouth, I mervell gretly
That ever ye wolde use the company
So myche of suche a knave ; 505
For yf ye do non other thynge,
But ever study and to be musynge,
As he wolde have you, it wyll you brynge
At the last unto your grave !
Ye shulde ever study pryncypall 510
For to comfort your lyfe naturall
With metis and drynkes dilycate,
And other pastymes and pleasures amonge,
Daunsynge, laughynge, or plesaunt songe;
This is mete for your estate. 515
Hu. Because ye sey so, I you promyse
That I have musyd and studyed such wyse,
Me thynketh my wyttes wery;
My nature desyreth some refresshynge,
And also I have ben so longe fastynge, 520
That I am somwhat hongry.
INTERLUDE OF THE FOUR ELEMENTS. 105
SEN. Well than, wyll ye go weth me
To a taverne, where ye shall se
Good pastaunce, and at your lyberte
Have what so ever ye wyll. 525
Hu. I am content so for to do,
Yf that ye wyll not fro me go
But kepe me companye styll.
SEN. Company, quod a ? ye, that I shall, poynt devyse,
And also do you good and trew servyce, 530
And therto I plyght my trouthe !
And yf that I ever forsake you,
I pray God the devyl take you 1
Hu. Mary, I thanke you for that othe !
SEN. A myschyfe on it ! my tonge, loo, 535
Wyll tryp somtyme, whatsoever I do,
But ye wot that I mene well.
Hu. Ye, no force ! let this matter passe ;
But seydest evin now thou knewyst where was
A good taverne to make solas? 540
Where is that ? I prey the tell.
SEN. Mary, at the dore evyn hereby ;
Yf we call any thynge on hye,
The taverner wyll answere.
Hu. I prey the, than, call for hym nowe. 545
SEN. Mary, I wyll ! How, taverner, how !
Why doste thou not appere?
Magnyfycence | A goodly interlude and a mery | Devsysed and made
by | Mayster Skelton, Poet Laureate.
Here FANCY cometh in.
MAGN. What tydynges with you, syr, that you loke so
sad? 1 868
FAN. When ye knowe that I knowe, ye wyll not be glad.
FOL. What, brother braynsyke, how farest thou? 1870
MAGN. Ye, let be thy japes, and tell me howe
The case requyreth.
FAN. Alasse, alasse, an hevy metynge !
I wolde tell you, and yf I myght for wepynge.
FOL. What, is all your myrthe nowe tourned to sorowe ?
Fare well tyll sone, adue tyll to morowe.
Here goth FOLYE away.
MAGN. I pray the, Largesse, let be thy sobbynge.
FAN. Alasse, syr, ye are undone with stelyng and robbynge !
Ye sent us a supervysour for to take hede :
Take hede of your selfe, for nowe ye have nede. 1880
MAGN. What, hath Sadnesse begyled me so;
FAN. Nay, madnesse hath begyled you and many mo ;
For Lyberte is gone and also Felycyte.
MAGN. Gone ? Alasse, ye have undone me !
SKELTON'S MAGNYFYCENCE. 107
FAN. Nay, he that ye sent us, Clokyd Colusyon,
And your payntyd Pleasure, Courtly Abusyon,
And your demenour with Counterfet Countenaunce
And your survayour, Crafty Conveyaunce,
Or ever we were ware brought us in adversyte
And had robbyd you quyte from all felycyte. 1890
MAGN. Why, is this the Largesse that I have usyd?
FAN. Nay, it was your fondnesse that ye have usyd.
MAGN. And is this the credence that I gave to the letter ?
FAN. Why, coulde not your wyt serve you no better?
MAGN. Why, who wolde have thought in you suche gyle?
FAN. What ? Yes, by the rode, syr, it was I all this whyle
That you trustyd, and Fansy is my name;
And Foly, my broder, that made you moche game.
Here cometh in ADVERSYTE.
MAGN. Alas, who 1 is yonder, that grymly lokys?
FAN. Adewe, for I wyll not come in his clokys. 1900
MAGN. Lorde, so my flesshe trymblyth nowe for drede !
Here MAGNYFYCENCE is beten doume, and spoylyd from all his
goodys and rayment.
ADVER. I am Adversyte, that for thy mysdede
From God am sent to quyte the thy mede,
Vyle velyarde, thou must not nowe my dynt withstande,
Thou must not abyde the dynt of my hande :
Ly there, losell, for all thy pompe and pryde ;
The pleasure now with payne and trouble shalbe tryde.
The stroke of God, Adversyte, I hyght ;
I pluke downe kynge, prynce, lorde and knyght,
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io8 SKELTON'S MAGNYFYCENCE.
I rushe at them rughly, and make them ly full lowe,
And in theyr moste truste I make them overthrowe.
Thys losyll was a lorde, and lyvyd at his lust, 1912
And nowe, lyke a lurden, he lyeth in the dust :
He knewe not hymselfe, his harte was so hye ;
Now is ther no man that wyll set by hym a flye :
He was wonte to boste, brage and to brace ;
Nowe dare he not for shame loke one in the face :
All worldly welth for hym to lytell was ;
Nowe hath he ryght nought, naked as an asse :
Somtyme without measure he trusted in golde, 1920
And now without mesure he shall have hunger and
Lo, syrs, thus I handell them all
That folowe theyr fansyes in foly to fall :
Man or woman, of what estate they be,
I counsayle them beware of Adversyte.
Of sorowfulle servauntes I have many scores :
I vysyte them somtyme with blaynes and with sores ;
With botches and carbuckyls in care I them knyt;
With the gowte I make them to grone where they syt ;
Some I make lyppers and lazars full horse; 1930
And from that they love best some I devorse ;
Some with the marmoll to halte I them make;