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fro tliene, and alday adnewe auctoryse and lorshippe vpon suehe as
they surmounte, The courte also by errour forgeteth ofte them that
beste seruen, And dyspende folyly her propre good for ten ryche them
that ben not worthy, and that haue ryght euyl deseruyd it, And the
man is vnhappy that is taken in, and had leuer to perysshe, than to
yssue and goo out, And ther to lose hys cours of nature, wythout euer
to haue hys franchyse and lyberte vntyl hys deth, Beleue surely brother
and doute nothynge that thou excersysest ryght good and ryght
proufiytable oftyce yf thou canst wel vse thy maystryse that tliou hast
in tliy lytyl hous, and thou art and shal be puyssaunt as longe as thou
hast and shal haue of thy self suffysaunce, For who that hath a smal
howshold and lytle meyne and gouerneth them wyselv & in peas, he is
a lorde, And somoche more is he ewrous & happe as he more frely
maynteneth it, As ther is nothyng so precious vnder heuen, as for to
be of suffkient comynycacion wyth franchyse, O fortuned men, O
blessyd famyllye where as is honeste pouerte that is content with reson
without etyng the fruytes of otlier mennes labour, O wel happy howse
in whyche is vertue wythout. fraude ne barat, and whyche is honestly
gouerned in the drede of god and good moderacion of lyf, There entre
no synnes, There is a true and ryghtful lyf, whereas is remorse of
euery synne and where is no noyse, murmure ne enuye, of suche lyf
enioyeth nature, and in smale eases lyueth she longe, and iytyl and
lytyl she cometh to playssaunt age and honeste ende, for as seyth
Seneke in hys tragedys, Age cometh to late to peple of smale howses,
whyche lyue in suffysaunce, But emog vs courtyours that be ser-
uauntes to fortune, we lyue disordynatly, we waxen old more by force
of charges than by the nombre of yeres, And by defaulte of wel
lyuyng we ben wery of the swetenes of our lyf, whyche so moclie we
desire and haste to goo to the deth the whyche we so moche dred and
doubte, Suffyse the thene broder to lyue in peas on thy partye, & lerne
to contente the by our meschiefs, ne mesprise not. thy self so moche,
that thou take the deth, for the lyf, ne leue not the goodes that thou
shalt be constrayned to brynge, For to seche to gete them after wyth
grete wayllynges and sorow, whych shal be to the hon'yble and harde
to fynde, Fynally I praye the, counseylle and warne the, that yf thou
hast taken ony holy and honeste lyf, that thou wyl not goo and lese it,
and that thou take away that thought and despyse alle thy wyl for to
come to court, and be content to wythdrawe the wythin thenclose of
thy pryue hous, And yf thou haue not in tyme passed known that thou.
hast ben ewi’ous aud happy, thenne lerne now to knowe it fro hens-
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fro tliene, and alday adnewe auctoryse and lorshippe vpon suehe as
they surmounte, The courte also by errour forgeteth ofte them that
beste seruen, And dyspende folyly her propre good for ten ryche them
that ben not worthy, and that haue ryght euyl deseruyd it, And the
man is vnhappy that is taken in, and had leuer to perysshe, than to
yssue and goo out, And ther to lose hys cours of nature, wythout euer
to haue hys franchyse and lyberte vntyl hys deth, Beleue surely brother
and doute nothynge that thou excersysest ryght good and ryght
proufiytable oftyce yf thou canst wel vse thy maystryse that tliou hast
in tliy lytyl hous, and thou art and shal be puyssaunt as longe as thou
hast and shal haue of thy self suffysaunce, For who that hath a smal
howshold and lytle meyne and gouerneth them wyselv & in peas, he is
a lorde, And somoche more is he ewrous & happe as he more frely
maynteneth it, As ther is nothyng so precious vnder heuen, as for to
be of suffkient comynycacion wyth franchyse, O fortuned men, O
blessyd famyllye where as is honeste pouerte that is content with reson
without etyng the fruytes of otlier mennes labour, O wel happy howse
in whyche is vertue wythout. fraude ne barat, and whyche is honestly
gouerned in the drede of god and good moderacion of lyf, There entre
no synnes, There is a true and ryghtful lyf, whereas is remorse of
euery synne and where is no noyse, murmure ne enuye, of suche lyf
enioyeth nature, and in smale eases lyueth she longe, and iytyl and
lytyl she cometh to playssaunt age and honeste ende, for as seyth
Seneke in hys tragedys, Age cometh to late to peple of smale howses,
whyche lyue in suffysaunce, But emog vs courtyours that be ser-
uauntes to fortune, we lyue disordynatly, we waxen old more by force
of charges than by the nombre of yeres, And by defaulte of wel
lyuyng we ben wery of the swetenes of our lyf, whyche so moclie we
desire and haste to goo to the deth the whyche we so moche dred and
doubte, Suffyse the thene broder to lyue in peas on thy partye, & lerne
to contente the by our meschiefs, ne mesprise not. thy self so moche,
that thou take the deth, for the lyf, ne leue not the goodes that thou
shalt be constrayned to brynge, For to seche to gete them after wyth
grete wayllynges and sorow, whych shal be to the hon'yble and harde
to fynde, Fynally I praye the, counseylle and warne the, that yf thou
hast taken ony holy and honeste lyf, that thou wyl not goo and lese it,
and that thou take away that thought and despyse alle thy wyl for to
come to court, and be content to wythdrawe the wythin thenclose of
thy pryue hous, And yf thou haue not in tyme passed known that thou.
hast ben ewi’ous aud happy, thenne lerne now to knowe it fro hens-