& the feld full off folke I shall you fayre shew
a lo{u}vely lady {I} off lere In lynnen clothed
came downe from a castell & called me fayre
haue they worshyp In þis world they kepe no better
off other hey{u}ven then here / they tell no tale
I was a-ferde off hyr face thogh she fayre were
& sayd mercy madame what ys thys to meyne
the to{u}vr on þe toft quod she tr{u}vght ys thereynne
& wold þat ye wroght as hys worde teychyth
for he ys fadre off fayth that formed you all
both wyth fell & wyth face & ga{u}ve you fyve wyttes
& therefore he heght /P þe yerthe to helpe you echone
off wollen & lynnen off ly{u}velode att nede
In meysurable maner to make you att easse
& commanded on hys co{u}vrtesye In commen thre thynges
that on ys vesture from chele the to sa{u}ve
and meyte att mele for mysease off thy-sel{u}ven
that thow worth the worse worche when thow sh{u}vldest
dyd by hys dowghters that the de{u}vell lyked
delyted hym In drynk as the de{u}vell wold
and leychery hym laght & lay by theym bothe
and all he wyted ytt wyne that wyked dede
Inebriamus enim vino dormiamus cum eo
vt seruare possumus / poss[i]musT de patre nostro semen
& th{at}er gatt yn glotonye gerles that were cherl{es}ye
meys{u}vre ys medycyne thogh moche yerne
ytt ys not good to the gost that the g{u}vtt askethe
thys ys þe wrecched world that wold the betrey
for þe fend & thye flesshe folowen to-geydderes
take thys In thy so{l}wle & sett ytt yn thy herte
& for þou shuldest beware / I vyse the the best
madame mercy quod I me lykyth well thy wordes
butt þe money In thys mold that men so fast holden
tell to whom madame that treys{u}vre appendyth
go to the gospell quod she that god seyd hym-sel{u}ven
when the people hym apposed wyth a penne In the temple
wheyther they sh{u}vld woreshyp therwyth cesar the kyng
& god {asketh} asked off theym off whom spake þe lett{u}vre
& the Image lyke þat / that thereynne standyth
reddite cesari quod god that cesari belongeth
& que sunt dei deo or elles do ye yll
for ryghtfull reyson sh{u}vld r{u}vle you all
& kyndwytt be warden yo{u}vr welth for to kepe
and t{u}vtor off yo{u}vr treys{u}vre & take you att nede
for {f} h{u}vsbandrye & they holden to-gedders
then I freyned hyr fayre for hym that me made
that dongeon In the dale þat dredfull ys off syght
watt may ytt bemeyneT madame I you beseche
that ys the castell off care wo-so coemythe therynne
therynne wonnyth a wyght that wrong ys I-hote
father off falshed & fo{u}vnded ytt hym-sel{u}ve
adam & eve he egged to ylle
covnceled keym to kyll hys brother
I{u}vdas he Iaped wyth the I{u}ves syl{u}ver
& sythen on a eller hanged hym after
þen had I wondre In my wytt whatt woman ytt were
that s{u}oche wysse wordes off holye wrytt shewyd
and asked hyr on þe heye name or she thence yede
watt she was wytterly thatt wysshed me so fayre
holych{u}vrce I am quod she thow ovghtest me to knowe
I vndrefonged þe f{u}vrst & þe thye fayth tavght
thowT broghtest me borowes my byddyng to fullfyll
& to lo{u}ve me loyally / wyle thye lyffe d{u}vred /
& prayd hyr pytuo{u}vsly toT pray for my synnes
and also {kene} kenne me kyndly on cryste to bele{u}ve
that I myght worchen hys wyll þat wroght me to man
teche me to no treyso{u}vr butt telle me thys ylke
how I may sa{u}ve my sovle that seynte are holden
I do ytt on deus caritas to deme you the sothe
ytt ys as derworthe a dr{u}vry as dere god hym-sel{u}ven
wo-so ys trew off hys tonge & telleth non other
& do þe werkes therewyth & wyll no man yll
& lyke to o{u}vr lord by seynt {by} l{u}vke wordes
the clerkes that {.....}knowe thys / sh{u}vld kenne ytt abovte
for crystyen & vncrystyen cleymen ytt echon
kynges & knyghtes shold kepe ytt by reason
and take trespacers & tyen theym fast
tyll tr{u}vght had termyned hys tresspas to þe end
and that ys professyon apertely þat appendyth to knyghtes
butt hold wyth hym or wyth hyr that asketh þe tr{u}vght
& neuer ley{u}ve theym for lo{u}ve ne lacchyng off syl{u}ver
& dyd theym sweyre on hys swerd to ser{u}ve trught e{u}ver
& wo-so passed that poynt was a-postyta In the ordre
but crist kyng off kynges knyghted tenne
& gaue theym myght In hys mageste the m{e}yryer theym thoght
to be b{u}vx{u}om att hys byddyng he bad theym noght elles
but for he brake {bvk} b{u}vxommenes hys blysse can he tyne
and fell from that felowshyp In a fendes lykenes
In-to a depe darke hell to dwell there for e{u}ver
& mo thowsandes wyth hym þen men covld novmbre
lopen ovte wyth l{u}vcyfer In lothlyche forme
for they ly{u}veden vpon hym that lyed In þis maner
ponam pedem meum In aquilone et {s..}C similis ero altissimo
and all that hoped ytt myght be so / no hey{u}ven myght þem hold
butt fell ovte In fendes lykenes neyne days to-geddre
tyll god off hys goodnes gan stable & stynt
& garred the hey{u}ven to steyke & stonden In q{u}vyete
when þes wyked went ovte wondrefullyche they fellen
some In eyre some In yerthe some In hell depe
butt lucifer loest lyeth off theym all
For pryde that he p{u}vtt ovte / hys peyne hath no end
& all that worchen wyth wrong wend they shall
after theyr deth day & dwell wyth that shrewe
butt tho þat worchen well as holye wrytt tellyth
theyre tr{u}vght ys In trynyte coroned full fayre
forthy I seyd as I seyd by syght off thees textes
when all treas{u}vres are tryed tr{u}vght ys the best
yet ha{u}ve I no kynd knowyng yet must ye kenne me bettre
by watt craft In my corpes ytt comseyth & where
thow doted dafte quod she d{u}vll are thy wyttys
lyt{u}vll laten thow lernedest lede In thy yovght
heu mihi quia sterylem duxi vitam iuuenilem
ytt ys a kynd knowyng quod she that comeyth In thye herte
for to lo{u}ve thy lord ley{u}ver then thy-selffe
no deydly synne to do / dye thoght thow sh{u}vldest
thys I trow be tr{u}vght wo canne teyche the better
loke thow suffer hym to say / & sythen lere ytt afterT
For tr{u}vght tellythe that lo{u}ve ys treacle off hey{u}ven
may no synne be on hym seene þat vseth that spyce
and hys workes he wroght wyth lo{u}ve as hym lyst
and lered ytt moyses for þe le{u}vest þing & most lyke to hey{u}ven
and also the plente off pease most precyo{u}vs off vertues
for hey{u}ven myght not holden ytt / ytt was so hey{u}vy off {...}hymselfe
tyll ytt hadde off the yerthe ȝeten hys fyll
& whan ytt had off thys fold flesshe & blode taken
was neuer leyffe vpon lynde lyghter there-after
and portaty{u}ve & percyant as the poynt off a nedle
forthy ys lo{u}ve leyder off þe lordys folke off hey{u}ven
and a meyn as þe meyre bytwene þe kyng & þe comm{u}vne
ryght so lo{u}ve ys a leydre & the law shapyth
vpon man for hys mysdeedes þe marcement he taxethe
for to know lo{u}ve kyndly ytt comsethe by myght
for In kynd knowyng off herte begynnyth a myght
and that falleth to the father that fo{u}vrmed vs all
loked on vs wyth lo{u}ve and leet hys sonne dye
mekely for owre myssdedes to amend vs all
yet wold he theym no wo / that wroght hym þat payne
but meke-lyche wyth mowthe marcy he besoght
to ha{u}ve pytye on the poeple that payned hym to dethe
here myghtest thow se ensample In hym-selfe onne
to theym þat hanged theym heye & hys herte thyrleden
forthy I reede you ryche ha{u}ve re{u}vgh on the poere
ye shalbe / shal be wey{u}en therwyth when ye wend hennce
eadem mensura qua mensi fueritis aliis remecietur vobis
& as chast as a chyld that In ch{u}vrche lernyth
but yff ye lo{u}ve loyally & lene the poere
suych good as god sendyth you / godlyche deperten
than malkyn off
hyr meydenheyd that no man desyryth
for Iames the gentyle I{u}vgged In hys bokes
that fayth wyth-ovt dede ys no-thyn{k}g worthy
fides sine operibus mortua est et cetera
for chastyte wythowten charyte worth she{u}ved In hell
ytt ys as lewde as a lampe that no lyght ys ynne
many chapleynes are chast but charyte ys away
vnkynd to theyr kynne and to all crystyen
they chewen theyr charyte & chyden after more
s{u}oche chastyte wyth-ovt charyte worth {sh} she{u}ved In hell
many c{u}vrators kepen theym cleyne off theyre bodyes
they are acombered wyth co{u}vytous & can not crye ovte
& that ys no trewth off the trynyte / but trechery off hell
& lernyng to lewd men the latter to delen
forthy thes wordes be wryten In þe gospell
date et dabitur vobis for I deyle you all
and & / and that ys the lock off lo{u}ve / þat lettyth owt my grace
to comfort þe carefull acombered wyth synne
lo{u}ve ys lech off lyfe & next our lord hym-sel{u}ve{n}
and also þe grayth gate that goyth In-to hey{u}ven
now I ha{u}ve told the watt tre{u}vght ys & no treyso{u}vr better
I may no lenger lenge but looke þe owre lord
explicit secundus passus de
visione