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GOOD COUNSAIL. Fly fro the presse, and dwell with sothfastnesse, Suffise unto thy good though it be small, For horde hath hate, and climbing tikelnesse, uncertainty Prease hath envy, and wele is blent over all, wealth, blind Savour no more than thee behové shall, desire, benefit Rede well thy selfe that other folk canst rede, And trouth thee shall deliver, it is no drede. Peine thee not ech crooked to redresse, In trust of her that tourneth as a ball;

fortune Great rest standèth in little businesse, Beware also to spurne againe a nall, Strive not as doth a crocké with a wall, earthen pitcher Demé thy selfe that demest others' dede,

judge And trouth thee shall deliver, it is no drede. That thee is sent receive in buxomnesse,

humility The wrastling of this world asketh a fall, Here is no home, here is but wildernesse, Forth, pilgrime! forth, beast, out of thy stall! Looke up on high, and thanké God of all ! Weivé thy lusts, and let thy ghost thee lede, forsake, spiri And trouth thee shall deliver, it is no drede.

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Ay alone as I went,
In Huntle bankys me for to play ;
I saw the throstyl, and the jay,
Ye mawes movyde of her song,
Ye wodwale sange notes gay,
That al the wod about range.
In that longyng as I lay,
Undir nethe a dern tre,

shady I was war of a lady gay, Come rydyng ouyr a fair le :

lonely la Zogh I suld sitt to domysday,

though With my tong to wrabbe and wry, Certenly all hyr aray, It beth neuyer discryuyd for me. Hyr palfra was dappyll gray, Sycke on say neuer none;

such, saw As the son in somers day, All abowte that lady schone. Hyr sadel was of a rewel bone ;

ivory A semly syght it was to se, Bryght with mony a precyous stone, And compasyd all with crapste ; Stones of oryens, gret plente, Her hair about her hede it hang, She rode ouer the farnyle,

lonely lea He sayd Yonder is Mary of Might, That bar the child that died for me. Certes bot I may speke with that lady bright, Myd my hert will breke in three; I schal me hye with all my might, Hyr to mete at Eldyn Tre. Thomas rathly up him rase,

quickly And ran ouer mountayn hye, If it be sothe the story says, He met her euyn at Eldyn Tre. Thomas knelyd down on his kne Undir nethe the grenewood spray, And sayd, Lovely lady, thou rue on me, pity Queen of Heaven as you may well be. Tak thy leue, Thomas, at son and mone, At gresse, and at euery tre, This twelmonth sall you with me gone Medyl erth you sall not se.

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Alas, he seyd, ful wo is me,
I trow my dedes will werke me care,
Jesu, my sole tak to ye,
Whedir so euyr my body sal fare.
She rode furth with all her mizt,

might Undir nethe the derne lee,

delow ground It was as derke as at midnizt, And euyr in water unto the kne; Through the space of days thre, He herde but swowyng of a flode ;

dashing Thomas sayd, Ful wo is me, Now I spyll for fawte of fode;

saint, want To a garden she lede him tyte, There was fruyte in grete piente, Peyres and appless ther wer rype, The date and the damese, The figge and als fylbert tre ; The nyghtyngale bredyng in her neste, The papigaye about gan fle, The throstylcock sang wald hafe no rest. He pressed to pulle fruyt with his hand, As man for faute that was faynt; She sayd, Thomas, lat al stand, Or els the deuyl wil the ataynt. Sche seyd, Thomas, I thee hyzt,

haste To lay thy hede upon my kne, And thou shalt see fayrer syght, Than euyr sawe man in their kintre. Sees thou, Thomas, yon fayr way, That lyggs ouyr yone fayr playn? Yonder is the way to heuyn for ay, Whan synful sawles haf derayed their payne. suffered Sees thou, Thomas, yon secund way That lygges lawe undir the ryse ?

rising Streight is the way, sothly to say, To the joyes of paradyce. Sees thou, Thomas, yon thyrd way, That lygges ouyr yon how ? Wide is the way, sothly to say, To the brynyng fyres of helle. Sees thou, Thomas, yone fair castell, That standes ouyr yone fair hill ? Of town and tower it beereth the belle.

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In middell erth is none like theretill.
When thou comyst in yone castell gaye,
I pray thee curteis man to be ;
What so any man to you say,
Loke thu answer none but me.
My lord is servyd at yche messe,

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I toke thy speche beyone the le.
Thomas stode as still as stone,
And behelde that ladye gaye ;
Than was sche fayr, and ryche anone,
And also ryal on hir palfreye.

royal The grewhoundes had fylde thaim on the dere, deer The raches coupled, by my fay,

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She blewe her horne Thomas to chere
To the castell she went her way.
The ladye into the hall went,
Thomas folowyd at her hand ;
Thar kept her mopy a lady gent,
With curtasy and lawe.
Harp and fedyl both he fande,
The getern and the sawtry,
Lut and rybid ther gon gan,
Thair was al maner of mynstralsy,
The most fertly that Thomas thoght,
When he com emyddes the flore,
Knyghtes dansyd by two and thre,
All that leue long day.
Ladyes that were gret of gre,
Sat and sang of rych aray.
Thomas sawe much more in that place,
Than I can descryve,
Til on a day, alas, alas,
My lovelye layde sayd to me,
Busk ye, Thomas, you must agayn,
Here you may no longer be :
Hy then zerne that you were at hame,
I sal ye bryng to Eldyn Tre
Thomas answered with heuy
And said, Lowely ladye, lat ma be,
For I say ye certenly here
Haf I be bot the space of dayes three.

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