Thanne hadde Wit a wif, was hote Dame Studie, 
That lene was of lere and of liche bothe. 
She was wonderly wroth that Wit me thus taughte, 
And al staiynge Dame Studie sterneliche seide. 
'Wel artow wis,' quod she to Wit, 'any wisdomes to telle 
To flatereres or to fooles that frenetike ben of wittes!' - 
And blamed hym and banned hym and bad hym be stille - 
'With swiche wise wordes to wissen any sottes!' 
And seide, ' Nolite mittere, man, margery perles 
Among hogges that han hawes at wille. 
Thei doon but dryvele theron - draf were hem levere 
Than al the precious perree that in paradis wexeth. 
I seye it by swiche,' quod she, 'that sheweth by hir werkes 
That hem were levere lond and lordshipe on erthe, 
Or richesse or rentes and reste at hir wille 
Than alle the sooth sawes that Salamon seide evere. 

'Wisdom and wit now is noght worth a kerse 
But if it be carded with coveitise as clotheres kemben hir wolle. 
Whoso can contreve deceites and conspire wronges 
And lede forth a loveday to lette with truthe - . 
That swiche craftes kan to counseil [are] cleped ; 
Thei lede lordes with lesynges and bilieth truthe. 
' Job the gentile in hise gestes witnesseth 
That wikked men, thei welden the welthe of this worlde, 
And that thei ben lordes of ech a lond, that out of lawe libbeth
Quare impii vivunt ? bene est omnibus qui prevaricantur et inique agunt ? 
'The Sauter seith the same by swiche that doon ille
Ecce ipsi peccatores habundantes in seculo obtinuerunt divicias. 
' Lo!' seith holy lettrure, ' whiche lordes beth thise sherewes!' 
Thilke that God moost gyveth, leest good thei deleth, 
And moost unkynde to the commune, that moost catel weldeth
Que perfecisti destruxerunt, iustus autem &c. 
'Harlotes for hir harlotrie may have of hir goodes, 
And japeris and jogelours and jangleris of gestes; 
Ac he that hath Holy Writ ay in his mouthe 
And kan telle of Tobye and of the twelve Apostles 
Or prechen of the penaunce that Pilat wroghte 
To Jesu the gentile, that Jewes todrowe - 
Litel is he loved that swich a lesson sheweth, 
Or daunted or drawe forth - I do it on God hymselve! 
'But thoo that feynen hem foolis and with faityng libbeth 
Ayein the lawe of Oure Lord, and lyen on hemselve, 
Spitten and spuen and speke foule wordes, 
Drynken and drevelen and do men for to gape, 
Likne men and lye on hem that leneth hem no yiftes - 
Thei konne na moore mynstralcie ne musik men to glade 

Than Munde the Millere of Multa fecit Deus. 
Ne were hir vile harlotrye, have God my trouthe, 
Sholde nevere kyng ne knyght ne canon of Seint Poules 
Yyve hem to hir yeresyyve the value of a grote! 
'Ac murthe and mynstralcie amonges men is nouthe 
Lecherie, losengerye and losels tales - 
Glotonye and grete othes, this [game] they lovyeth. 
'Ac if thei carpen of Crist, thise clerkes and thise lewed, 
At mete in hir murthe whan mynstrals beth stille, 
Thanne telleth thei of the Trinite [how two slowe the thridde], 
And bryngen forth a balled reson, and taken Bernard to witnesse, 
And puten forth a presumpcion to preve the sothe. 
Thus thei dryvele at hir deys the deitee to knowe, 
And gnawen God with the gorge whanne hir guttes fullen. 
'Ac the carefulle may crie and carpen at the yate, 
Bothe afyngred and afurst, and for chele quake; 
Is non to nyme hym neer his noy to amende, 
But hun[s]en hym as an hound and hoten hym go thennes. 
Litel loveth he that Lord that lent hym al that blisse, 
That thus parteth with the povere a parcell whan hym nedeth ! 
Ne were mercy in meene men moore than in riche, 
Mendinaunts metelees myghte go to bedde. 
God is muche in the gorge of thise grete maistres, 
Ac amonges meene men his mercy and hise werkes. 
And so seith the Sauter - I have seighen it [in Memento]
* Ecce audivimus eam in Effrata; invenimus eam in campis silve. 
Clerkes and othere kynnes men carpen of zgod faste, 
And have hym muche in hire mouth, ac meene men in herte. 

' Freres and faitours han founde [up] swiche questions 
To plese with proude men syn the pestilence tyme, 
And prechen at Seint Poules, for pure envye of clerkes, 
That folk is noght fermed in the feith, ne free of hire goodes, 
Ne sory for hire synnes; so is pride woxen 
In religion and in al the reme amonges riche and povere 
That preieres have no power thise pestilences to lette. 
For God is deef nowadayes and deyneth noght his eres to opene, 
That girles for hire giltes he forgrynt hem alle. 
And yet the wrecches of this world is noon ywar by oother, 
Ne for drede of the deeth withdrawe noght hir pride, 
Ne beth plentevouse to the povere as pure charite wolde, 
But in gaynesse and glotonye forglutten hir good hemselve, 
And breketh noght to the beggere as the Book techeth
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