Piers Plowman - Maybe You Like It

4.036: Contricio et infelicitas in viis eorum &c.
4.037: Thei ne gyveth noght of God one goose wynge:
4.037: Non est timor Dei ante oculos eorum &c.
4.038: For thei wolde do moore for a dozeyne chiknes
4.039: Than for the love of Oure Lorde or alle hise leeve seintes!
4.040: Forthi, Reson, lat hem ride, tho riche by hemselve —
4.041: For Conscience knoweth hem noght, ne Crist, as I trowe.'
4.042: And thanne Reson rood faste the righte heighe gate,
4.043: As Conscience hym kenned, til thei come to the Kynge.
4.044: Curteisly the Kyng thanne com ayeins Reson,
4.045: And bitwene hymsel and his sone sette hym on benche,
4.046: And wordeden wel wisely a gret while togideres.
4.047: And thame com Pees into parliment and putte up a bill-
4.048: How Wrong ayeins his wille hadde his wif taken,
4.049: And how he ravysshede Rose, Reignaldes loove,
4.050: And Margrete of hir maydenhede maugree hire chekes.
4.051: " Bothe my gees and my grys hise gadelynges feccheth;
4.052: I dar noght for fere of hem fighte ne chide.
4.053: He borwed of me bayard and broughte hym hom nevere
4.054: Ne no ferthyng therfore, for nought I koude plede.
4.055: He maynteneth hise men to murthere myne hewen,
4.056: Forstalleth my feires and fighteth in my chepyng,
4.057: And breketh up my berne dores and bereth awey my whete,
4.058: And taketh me but a taille for ten quarters otes.
4.059: And yet he beteth me therto and lyth by my mayde;
4.060: I am noght hardy for hym unnethe to loke!'
4.061: The Kyng knew he seide sooth. for Conscience hym tolde
4.062: That Wrong was a wikked luft and wroghte muche sorwe.
4.063: Wrong was afered thanne, and Wisdom he soughte
4.064: To maken pees with hise pens, and profred hym manye,
4.065: And seide, "Hadde I love of my lord the Kyng, litel wolde I recche
4.066: Theigh Pees and his power pleyned hym evere!'
4.067: Tho wan Wisdom and Sire Waryn the Witty,
4.068: For that Wrong hadde ywroght so wikked a dede,
4.069: And warnede Wrong tho with swich a wis tale —
4.070: "Whoso wereheth by wille, writhe maketh ofte.
4.071: I seye it by myself — thow shalt it wel fynde:
4.072: But if Mede it make, thi meschief is uppe;
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