552 Brunette Latini’s Letters, 
The fend anfwered with maiftry, | 
F or F hadde to hem envye, 
Thatthey fchuld haue that blyfle 
That I for my pride gan mys. 
Our Jord to Adam faid than, 
For thy gilt, he faide, manne, 
Thou fchalt telye thy mét with [wete, 
And fuffre bothe cold and hete, 
To Eue faide our hevene kyng, 
Woman, for thy wykked tyfinge, 
Thou fchalt ever be mannys thral; 
Jn mechel woo, andin travalll withal, 
And bere thy fruyt with gronynge and 
care, 
Thow and thy of fpryngs euer more. 
Our lord faide to Satan, 
In forme of worme thou tempts man, 
On thy wombe thou {chalt glyde, 
- That alle that fe the om yche fyde 
Of the {chal be ferd 5 
All that fchal come into myddel erthe, 
A virgin {chal be borne blyne 
That al thy poufte {chal deftroye. 
Thus Adam leyedde in erthe here, 
X hundred and fexe yere ; 
When he was dede into helle nome, 
And all that euer of him come ; 
His faule was in helle there, 
Foure thoufand and foure hundret yeere, 
“nd foure yere and tydus fevene, 
And then the mygtful kyng in heuene, 
Kend he was of mygtys moft, 
And fende doune the holy got, 
And in tylle the mayden Marye, 
Withouten wemme of hyre bodyey 
And fourty dayes for ous he faftey 
The Jewes toke hym at the laft, 
And dede hym upon the rode, 
And bougt ous with his fwet blode; 
And fethyn difcendit in to helle, 
The fendes poufte for to felle ; 
He unband Adam and Eve, 
And other mothat were hym leve, 
David, Moyfes, and Abraham, 
And all the goode he with hym name ; 3 
And bad they go to paradys, 
‘Ther joye and bly fe evermore is. 
And fethen after his upryfinge, 
He fleyed to hevene ther he is kyng 5 
An on his fadirs rigt ho fette hym thanne, 
Ther he is fothefaft god and man}; 
And that ilke god omnipotent, 
Schal come to thy juggement, 
_ "To deme men after there dedes, 
He is un wys that it nougt dredes, 
‘The goode to joye, the evel to peyne 3 
‘That joye may no man dyvyne 
That he {chat have for his fervice, 
That ferveth god in al wyfe. 
The Emperoure faide, Be hevene kyngy 
This was, child, a faire endyng 5 
But telle me, child, hit andthou can, 
Whare with the fend begyled man; 
And I thee pray, that thou me telle, 
What draweth moft mannys foule to helle ? 
The childe faide, Synnes fyve, 
Omong mankende thay ben ful ryve 5 
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Wykyd thought in mannys herte, 
Whyles he is in hele and 
Man fleer is another fchame, 
That bryngs a man in wyked fame 
But fchrifte made hym thareof cleer, 
For fothe he goth to helle feer ; 
Pride I wot is a nother, 
And glotonye is the thurthe brother 5 
Lecherye is the ferthe, 
On of the wurfte a bowe erthe; 
The fyvethe is covetyffe I telle, 
That drawith mannys faule to helle 3 
Seint Paule witneflet in his ftory 
Of the peynes of purgatorye, 
That coveitife is by him digt 
A welle of bras brennand brygt, 
Full of crokes a boven and undir, 
Whenne hit turne hit ryve in funder, 
As ful of faules hit hyngand, 
As may be by other thrynand, 
A wild fyre amosig thaym in is, 
Alle that hit taketh hit al to brennes. 
Why coveytys is lykynd to wele 
1 fchal zow fone faire telle. 
Who fo in his yowthe wynneth the prit, 
And geves hym al to coveitife, 
And in mo tyme wil not blynne, 
But endyth his lyf al ther inne, 
Sertaynly, as I the telle,, 
Yf he fo dye he goth to helle 5 
For coveytys hath ende no dele, 
Ther fore it is likened to a whele. 
Pride be thou feker and bold, 
He is wol worfe an hundryd fold 5 
For the angel in hevene brygt, 
And ther jn were of mychel mygt, ' 
For pride god vengaunce gan take, 
And they become fendes blake, 
And fel down, as y zow telle, 
Jn to the depe pytte of helle, 
And cometh here among man kya 
To tyfe hym to dedly fynne; 
Therfore man {chryve the of thy prydey, 
For wormes {chal ete thy fyde, 
When thy body is in the ground, 
And thy foule in woo is bounde 5 
Ful fore may thou thanne {mert, 
That ever thou had pryde in herte, 
Pryde is fynne moft of plygt, 
That ftynketh at Jefus ful of mygt. 
Lecherye is the ferthe, 
Both is evel to lered and lewed; _ 
. For lechoure weneth that no lyfis . 
- As faire as is his 3 
And combre women, y zow telle, 
Many faules they drawe to helle 5 
In holy wryt it is fette, 
That lecherye is the devels net. 
Glotonye I {chal dyfcrye 
That is now rybaud Sekerly ; 
The wyly glotonys they wil not fyn, 
Ere they ben dronken with ale or wyn 
They cryeth and they fwereth as they were- 
wood, 
By goddys faule and by goddys blode, 
And braydys hys hym of his paffion, 
For thow they have his malyfon ; 
