Ocrauo cadit / Tideus spes vit pelagisIpomedon nono moritur cum ParthonepeoFulmine percusso / decimo Canapus superaturVndecimo sese / perimunt per vutnera fratresArgiuam flentem / narrat duodenis & ignemOf Archenores buryeng / and the playesAnd how Amphyoray / fyl thurgh
whome as old bookes tellen vsWas made suche wo that tonge may it not telleAnd namelyche the sorowe of TroylusThat next hym was of worthynes welleAnd in this woo gan Troylus to duelleThat for that sorowe / & loue of
declareth saynt Ierom inhis epistle (ad paulinū) the prologe of the Byble itis / ¶We rede sayth saynt Ierom in old storyes. ma¦nymen haue soughte ferre countrees. straunge na∣cyns.& passid ryght peryllous sees / that they myg∣htespeke famyliarly with suche
thing a man synnys: by the same he is punyshit ¶This lameth slow Cayn not wyllīgli. bot when he wos old and blynd. he wos lad of an child. the wich trouyt that he had se∣en a wyld best. &̄
fyrst &̄ after Dauid. this Samuell alone and Moyses ar red that thei prayed for ther enmys in all the old testament. Of thys Samu∣ell. and Saull be dyuerse opynions Isodyr sayth that Samuell and Saul ruled israel xl yere
begonOur wil desirith fully euer in oneFor whan we may nought do than wol we spekenYet in our cold asshen old fyre is rekynFour gledis haue we whiche I shal deuyseAuauntyng lyynge anger and couetyseThyse four sparkelis longith vnto eldOur
the cheesNot for couetyse ne other good doutleesBut only for the loue I hadde to theAnd though that y be old & may not seBe to me trewe and I wol telle the whyCertis thre thingis sholde ye wynne ther
Thus preysith he yet the bounte of manAmong a thousand men yet fond I oneBut of alle wymmen fond he neuyr nonThus said þe kyng þt so knowith your wickidnesAnd also Thesus Sirak as I gesseNe spekith of you
As helpe me god whan I saw hym goAftir the beere me thoughte he had a peyreOf leggis and feet so clene and so feyreThat al my herte I yaf vnto his holdHe was I trow twenty wynter oldBut
my good and lat my body goNay than quod sbe I shrewe vs bothe twoFor though that I be foul old and poorI wol not for al the metal and the oorThat vnder the grounde lith othir aboueBut y thy
be daies threSo wel ye mighte bere you vnto meBut for ye spekyn of suche gentilnesAs is descendid out of old richesThat therfore ye shulbe gentilmenSuche arrogaunce is not worth an henLoke who is most vertuous alweyPryuy and apert and
Pouert a spectakil is as thinkith meThorow whiche he may his very frendis seAnd therfore sir sith therin ye be greuedOf my pouert late me nomore be repreuedNow sire of elde also ye repreuyd meAnd certis ire though non
that they comyn somwhat out of the tounThis sompnour to his brothir gan to rounBrother quod he here wonyth an old rebeckeThat hadde almost as leef to lese her neckeAs forto yeue apeny of her goodI wol haue .xijd. though
foot wenteHe tolde hem al what was here ententThis britoun clerk hym axid of felawysThe whiche he had knowen in old dayesAnd he answerid hem that they ded wereFor whiche he wepte ful meny a tereDoun of his hors Aurilius
henteWhen they haue goon not fully a myleRight as they wolde haue goon ouer a styleAn old poure man with hem metteThis olde man full mekely hem gretteAnd sayde thus lordingis god you seThe proudest of thyse riotours threAnswerde what
was wont of old vsage algateAnd al that nyght in mirthe they be setFor he was riche and cleerly out of detWhen it was day the marchaunt gan embraceHis wyf al newe and kiste her in the faceAnd vp he
seyn many thinges and ben experte in diuerse thinges and ben appro¦d in counceylling / For the book saith in old men is the sapience and in longe tyme the prudence. And Tullius Sayth / That grete thynges ben not
th thre condicions that I haue said beforn̄ / that is to saye that they be trewe. wise. and of old experience / And werke not alleway in euery nede by one counceillour allone / For som¦tyme hit behoueth to
wele to eschewe wordes of flaterye. of swetenes and of play∣saunce. And eke thou shalt eschewe the counceyllyng of thyn old ennemyes that ben reconsiled. The book saith That no wight retorneth in to the grace of his olde enne∣myes
was bounde / And than dame prudence withoute delaye or taryeng sente anon̄ her messa¦gers for her kyn̄ and her old frendes whiche were trewe & wise / And tolde hem be ordre in presene of Mellebe all this mater