what he wyll / for that yere an other man hath the goodes as corn beeste of that countree are all thynge vnder locke & other / but they haue flesshe for they ete glad Neuertheles in that lon of
therfore I is come and this aleynTo grynde our corn and cary it agaynI pray you spede vs heyn in that ye mayIt shal be do quod Sykyn be my fayWhat wil ye do whylis it is in hondBe god
therfore I is come and this aleynTo grynde our corn and cary it agaynI pray you spede vs heyn in that ye mayIt shal be do quod Symkyn be my fayWhat wil ye do whylis it is in hondBe god
only of the Ryuer nylus / and is ryche of corn of fruyt and of Marchandyse· Petr{us} capitulo· 94¶ Egypte ayenst kynde of other londes whan it hath plente of corn. it is bareyn of pasture· And grasse groweth after¦ward
thus Praye ye to god that he wyl send trewe werkemen in∣to his corn. That is to say amō∣gis his people / For ther is moch corn and moch people to be tau∣ght / But fewe werkemen of pre¦chours to
ouer the seeAs don horse whan they come to landeThe poure man eke ledeth in a bandeHis litell capull. his corn his mele to selleAnd whan hit is groūden bringeth it fro ye melleIn wynter season to make beal chereThe
is therof a maistressegVysebert the bowemaker.Maketh the bowes & the aroweThe arblastrers shoteGherard the myllarAfter that men sayeSteleth the half.Of corn or of mele.Of them that to hymBrynge to gryndeThe half he steleth notBut a lytyll of euery sackGeruays the
lond be luyte.It is ful of corn & of fruyteAnd hath grete plente ywysOf flesshe & eke of fyssheOf beestes tame & wildOf horse sheep oxen myldeGood londe for alle seedes / For corn gras & herbes yt spredesTher ben
paye a busshel of corn / And the wulf commaū∣ded to the sheep to paye hit / And whanne the day of payment was come / the herte came and demaunded of the sheep his corn And the sheep sayd
thicke & thynneThis myllere goth ayen no word he seydeBut doth his note & with the clerkis pleydeTil that her corn was feire & wel groundeAnd whan the mele is sackid and boundeThis Iohn goth forth & fynt his hors
thicke & thynneThis myllere goth ayen no word he seydeBut doth his note & with the clerkis plydeTil that her corn was feire & wel groundeAnd whan the mele is sackid and boundeThis Iohn goth forth & fynt his hors
ronneToward the fenne bothe aleyn and eke IohnAnd when the Myllere saw they were goonHe hlf a busshel of her corn hath takeAnd ad his wyf go knede it in a cakeAnd sayde I trow the clerkis were a ferdYet
he putteth an example of a man whiche syfueth or fanneth corn / the good corn falleth thrugh / & there remayneth but stones & other harlatrye. Ryght so a man that hath goten with othes / lyes / &
& sold corn to thegipciēs / For the hūgre oppressid thē sore / all prouynces cā in to egypte for to bye mete to thē / & teschewe the hungre / Iacob fader vnto Ioseph herde telle that corn and
thus. Praye ye to godthat he wyll sende true werke men into his corn / that is to saye / amongeshis people. For ther is moche corn andmoche people to be taught / but fewewerke men of prechours for to
bought it to suche apryce yt he may yet wel saue his owneYf the corn be stolen or it be tythed / &y• lorde of ye corn were to slowe in thetythynge & tythed not after the custo¦meof y• place
in valewe they be nothyng licheOf brutes albion his wulle is chief richesseIn pryce furmōntyng euery other thingSaue grayn & corn marchantes alle expresseWulle is chief tresour in this lond growyngTo riche and poure this beest fynde clothyngAlle nacions afferme
as men seithCometh al this newe corn from yere to yereAnd out of old bookes / in good feithCometh al this newe science that men lereBut now to purpose of this matereTo rede forth I gan me so deliteThat al
ouer the seeAs don horse whan they come to landeThe poure man eke ledeth in a bandeHis litell capull. his corn his mele to selleAnd whan hit is groūden bringeth it fro ye melleIn wynter season to make beal chereThe
That made lowde mynstraleyesAn cornmuse or shalemeyesAnd many an other / pypeThat craftely began to pypBothe in dowced and in redeThat ben at festes wyth the bredeAnd many a floyte and lytelynge hornAnd pype made of stree of cornAs