But this may be in many wife, 265 The eyre is twift with violence And rent; lo! this is my fentence: Lo! with the stroke the eyre it breketh, Mote nedis come to Fam'is House: 270 275 280 A lityl roundil as a circle, Para'venture as brode as a covircle, And right anone thou fhalte fe wele That circle caufe anothir whele, And that the thirde, and fo forthe, brother, Every circle caufinge other Moch brodir than himfelfin was, And thus from roundil to compas 285 298 Eche aboutin othir goinge Ycaufith of othirs fteringe That it at bothè brinkis be, Although thou mayist it not se Above, yet gothe it alwaye under, Although thou thinke it a grete wonder, And whofo faithe of trouthe I vary, Bydde him provin the contrary: 295 300 395 Everiche eyre anothir fterith More and more, and speche up berith, 310 Or voife or noyfe, or worde or fowne, Aye through multiplicaciowne, Tyl it be at The House of Fame, Take it in ernest or in game. Nowe have I tolde, if thou have mind, 315 Howe speche or fowne of purè kinde Enclinid is upward to meve, This mayift thou fele wel by preve, It fhewith every foune perde That every speche of every manne, Tellith me this nowe faithfully, 335 340 345 Withoutin any fubtilte Of figuris of poetrie, 350 Or colouris of rhetorike? Perde it oughtin the to like, For harde langage and harde matere At onis, wofte thou not wel this? Ah ha! (quod he) lo! so I can 355 Yfpeke, and fhewin him foche skilles That he maye shake 'hem by the bylles, 360 So palpable they fhuldin be; But tel me this nowe praye I the, Howe thinketh the my conclufioun ? Parde a gode perfuafioun (Quod I) it is, and lyke to be, Right fo as thou haste provid me. 365 370 As I have faide; what wilte thou more? 375 And with this worde uppir to fore He began, and faide, By fainte Jame Howe fareft thou now? quod he to me. By thy trouthè yondir adowne, 380 And behelde feldis and plainis, Nowe townis and nowe grete treis, But thus fone in a whilè he Was flowin fro the grounde fo hye |