1802.] 
And comanded al mankende 
The Soneday to haue in mende 5 
That day fchulde no man wurchey 
But ferve:god and holy churche, 
And kepe hym fro dedly fynne, 
That he falle nougt therinne. 
The Emperoure faide, This may wel be, 
But, 0 ying childe, telle thou me, 
What man dide and was not boren. 
The child anfwered him beforne 5 
Adam oure forne fadir I wys, 
That god gaf all paradys 5 
He was not born, I undirftandes, 
God maade him with his honde. 
The Emperoure therof was glad, 
Child ypotys fone he bad, 
Yf he couthe telle hym ougt, 
Of how many. things a man was wrougt. 
The childe anfwered and faide of feven, 
Which: they here y zow nemen } 
Erthe for fothe is on of tho, 
Water ofthe fee god took alfo, 
And of the fonne and of the wynde, 
And of the cloudes wretyn I fynde; » 
And of the ftonys of the fee cooft, 
And alfoof the holy goft; 
Of erthe flyme is mannys flefsh, 
And of the water he is fo nefch ; 
. And of the fonne his herte bowells, 
His virtues and-his good thewes, 
Of the cloude is; 
And of the wyndeis made 5 
And of the ftoneis made is.bone, 
And of the holy goft his faul anone.- 
Lo, Sire Emperoure Adryan, 
Of thefe things is made man. 
Therefore everych man here 
Is made on divers manere 5 
The man that hath of the erthe moft, 
He fchal be hevy. wel than woft, 
Hevy in worde and in dede 5 
Inother things, as we rede, 
The man that mof hath of the fee, 
Ever in travaylle they {chal be 5 
And coveyte bothe lond and lede,: 
That fchal faile hem at here nedei 
Ho fo of the wynde hath moft mygte, 
Be rigt refonn he. {chal be lygte. 
Ho fo on the fton is moft wrougt, 
He {chal be ftedfaft en thougt, 
Andin travaile truft and trewe, 
Anc be right refon pale of hewe. 
Ho fo hath moft of the holy gooft, 
He fchal have in herte mooft 
Good word, and good thought, and good dede, 
Naked to clothe and poor to fede, 
Love wel god and holy churche, : 
And other penaunce for to wurche. tb 
The Emperoure, with wordes mylde, 
Anon he faide to the childe 5 
‘Thou fpak firft of the fee, 
I would wek what it mygte be; 
The childe anfwered withouten lefynge, 
A wyld way of wendynge ; 
For theke way yow mygte wend inne, 
‘That thou fchuldeft never to land wynne. 
Brunetto Latini’s Letters, 
ad 
55] 
The Emperoure faide withouten delay, 
Telle me, child, I the pray, 
What tyme dede Adam amyffe, 
And wherfore he lofte paradys ? 
Thechild anfwered, At my morowe tyde, 
And are mydday he les his pride ; 
The angel drof hym into defert, 
With a brigt brenn and fwerd, 
Ther to be in care and woo, 
He and al hisof fpryngsalfo. _ 
Alas! faidethe Emperoure, -for dole, 
That Adam was fo gret a fole ! 
How many fynnes dide Adam, 
Wherfore god becam man? 
Sevene, faide the childe, with oute mo, 
Sakyrlages was on of tho; 
Lecherye was on of thys, 
And avarys and covetys, 
In glotonye and in gret prides 
in thefe vij fynnys Adam dide, 
In pride he fynned ille, 
When he wrougt hisown wille ; 
And nougt after the commandement of god, 
Weheld nougt weel his forbode: 
In fakyrlages he fynned fore, 
When he wrought the fendes lore; - 
And filled his owne talent, 
And dede the fendes comandement : 
Man fleer he was nogt, 
When he is owene faule flogt ; 
And alle that of hym came, 
The fende of helle with hym name: 
Thef he was ageyns god, 
When he foale that hym forbod ; 
Certaynly, as y zow fay and rede, 
He was worthy for to be dede 5 
Fornycacion he had in mende, 
When he wrougt after the fende; 
He held that goddys lore was fals, 
And in avarys he fynned als, 
When he covetyd more to have 
Than he had nede for to crave, 
When he hadde al paradys at his wylle3 
No wonder he was of god lyked ylle: 
In glotonye he fynned ylle, 
When he put hym in that perill, 
When he that appul gan take, 
That god forbad hym: and his make 5 
Served deth hym worftvof alle, 
When he in that fynne was falle 5 
He had no grace for to ryfe, 
Then cam godto hymin this wyfe, 
And faide, das what doft thou nowe ? 
Lord, he feide, I here the fpeke with mouthe, 
To me in this ftede yplygt, 
But I have of the no fygt. 
Our lord to Adam anon faide, 
Man, why dideft thou that pride ? 
Adam anfwered again with wille, 
The woman tyfed me ther tyll; 
Sche made me to do that déde, 
» Our lord then feide to Eue, 
's Why wrougt you that will? 
Lord, the edd, {che faide, gart me withgyll. 
Our lord to the edder faide, Tho 
Worme, why wroughtyft thou hem fo wo ? 
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