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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16265	The history of kyng Boccus, [and] Sydracke how he confoundyd his lerned men, and in ye syght of them dronke stronge venym in the name of the Trinite [and] dyd hym no hurt. Also his diuynyte that he lerned of the boke of Noe. Also his profycyes that he had by reuelacyo[n] of the aungell. Also his answeris to the questions of wysdome, both morall and natural wyth moche worldly wysdome contayned in noumber. CCC.lxv. translatyd by Hugo of Caumpeden, out of frenche into Englysshe.	Boccus, King.; Sidrac, 13th cent.; Hugo, of Caumpeden.; Twyne, John, ca. 1501-1581.	1537 (1537)	STC 3186; ESTC S106435	135,122	338

euerychone Than shal he betaken anone He that sacryfyce shall do Be bounden fote and hand also And vp drawen shal he be Into the ouermost ende of the tre Ther shal he crye the folke vnto In the worshype of god this I do They slake the rope they hym with drow And he fallyth sharpe I now Upon the swerdes he doth lyght And goyth to the deuyl ryght Than shal men that body take And a fayr stede for it make Two dayes and that whyl shal be A crye made in al the cowntre That such a man made sacryfyce And yf eny are so wyse To come and aske eny bone Hast them and come thyther sone Or he to his graue be brought For of theyr bone want shal they nought Than come some vnto that stede And vnto hym make theyr bede And at theyr goddys fote shal he Afterward grauyn be ¶ Yet is there a countre ferthermore Whan a man is dede thore Yf he haue a wyfe then shal she All quycke by hym grauen be And also the man by the wyfe Yf she or he forlese theyr lyfe ¶ Another folke there is and that Wyll ete for deyntes hound and cat ¶ Another is when he wyfe shal wed He dare not with her go to bed The fyrst nyght but he causeth blythly Another gest to lye her by For it is peryl a says to lyfe To touch fyrst a weddyd wyfe ¶ Another maner ther is wel fedde But they wyl neuer wyfe wedde They say that one wyfe ne can Holde her euer to one man ¶ Yet is there one that men do call Lande femynne that men call All of wymen and no men For therin lyue no man can That passyth fyue yere of age Ouer fyue dayes ther to haue herytage But in foure sesons of the yere Men and they gathere ful nere Hauynge with them felowrede Lokyng after no syburrede Viij dayes fare they thus no mo Or the men depart them fro And yf any a chylde haue Be it so that it be a knawe They shal it kepe and norysshe wel Fyue yere but more no dele And than shal they dryue it sone To the lande there men in wone They labour and tyl theyr met to wyne And ouer them they haue a quene That cōmaundyth them as quene shuld do Holdyng them in peas and ro Countres are there many mo But longe it ware to tel of tho But of thes some shal mere At the comyng of the false prophyte But many shal there fyrst be lorne For a kynge that shal be borne That shal the world seke valyently And shal do wryt them as men fynde truly And many of thos shal he spyll And with other theyr landes fyll ¶ The .lxxiiij. questyon ¶ Why are some men blake in towne Some whyt and some browne IN thre maners it comyth to That a man is colouryd so One is through kynde As we in our bokys fynde For yf the man broune be And the woman as wel as he And yf they to gether haue engendrure It ought to be broune of nature If the one be broune the other whyt And they assemble with great delyt Who 's seed with most delyt festys Whan it in the chamber restys That seed shal the chyld be Lyckenyd most and shape of ble Another maner there yet is If a man be fedde amys And pourly lye and pourly go It makyth hym not colouryd so As he shuld be with ryght If he ware kept day and nyght The thyrd cause it is also The land and the ayre therto For euer the hoter the londe is The browner is the folke Iwys The colder lande the whyter aye For theyr skyn is not brent al day ¶ The .lxxv. questyon ¶ Tell me nowe per company Wherof cometh felony Wycked humours make malēcolye And that engendereth felonye The wicked humours kīdel smert And gloweth sō whyle about the hert And chafeth it as a fyre And maketh it derke and blacke for Ire And that darkenes answereth than Up into the brayne panne And whan the braynes are derked so Great dele of wyt they for go And smyte anone in felony And that maketh the hart so drye But whan that the humours sease And of theyr glowyng do release The herte resteth and styll lyeth And the derkenes fro hym wendeth The lymmes lyghten euerychone And in good poynt becometh anone ¶ The .lxxvi. questyon The beastes y t god ī erth hath wrought Of one hewe why are they nought FOr they of goddes lykenes not be Dyuers colours haue they perde And by cause they on the ground frete Dyuers herbes to theyr mete Some are colde and some are hote And some are drye and some are wete And yf a beast whan it great is Gothe etynge on the gras That most is hote and drye also The yonge shal blacke hewe come vnto And yf the most parte be hote Redde shal that yonge be god it wote And be they moyst it shal be graye And be they colde whyte for aye And yf that a beast fynde In one place erbes of sondry kynde And she fede her of them all Of dyuers hew the yonge shal fall And after that she most of eteth Most of that hew the yong geteth And of all beastes fareth it so Wylde and tame where so it go And al hath god dyght this thyng At his wyl and his ordaynyng ¶ The .lxxvij. questyon ¶ They y t ete or drynke more thā nede is Whether do they wel or amys HE that eteth more than he shuld And more than his kynd wold He doth harme his body vnto And some vnto his soule also And dystruccyon of mete doth he That other withall myght fed be A gayne god such aman is Wors than a beast I wys God ordayned man to fede After that his kynd hath nede And the remnaunt to saue Untyl after he nede haue And a man that is wyse Shal ete onys a day or twyse A man that etyth at meel Untyl hym thynkyth that he is wel And layth efte aboue more Or that be dygestyd before His stomacke encombres he And the hete that therin shuld be And so his kynde he bryngyth doune And hym selfe to corrupcyon And his wyt in that is lesse Than a beast that etyth gresse For there is nether hors ne kowe From that he hath etyn I nowe That wyl ete eny more Tyl after he hongar sore And seyng a brute beast doth yt More shuld a man that hath wyt Wherfore I say a mys they do That ete more than nede is to ¶ The .lxxviij. questyon ¶ Which is the best thyng of y e man And y e worst that thou reckyn can THe best thyng of the man I wys And the worst the tonge it is For by his tonge a man may get Syluer and golde drynke and mete Loue worshype and fauoure And enhauntynge of honoure Also for the tonge he may Haue shame and bylony alday For such wordes may he say That perauenture may cause hym to dey The tonge hath nother

owrs go And who so al the world myght se In one sonne both be we But somtyme whan here is nyght Than haue they the day lyght And here somtyme shynyth the sonne Whan that they none se cone For whan the sonne to rest goyth thore Halfe pryme is it to vs and more And the roundnesse I wys Of the world makyth this Our somer and our wynter also Is both on vs and them vnto But after the sonne drawyth to endyng Whan here is erly than there is mornyng And in other placys mo Of the word it faryth so That some haue somer very hot There other haue wynter cold and wot And god hath of the sonne I wys Made the way that makyth al this ¶ The C.xvj. questyon ¶ How longe may the world be And how brode and thyke is he HE that the world beholdyth all It is rownd as a ball And for his roundnes it behoue thanede That al one lyke be long and brede Bud the thycknes also Is euyn wyth them two And in caas it ware al playne lande As the palme of my hande Aman shuld euery daye Go certayne myles by the waye And shuld haue no lettyng Of water ne no nother thyng The world for to thorow fare He shuld not come there His purpose throughe to go By a thowsand dayes without mo And that same shal he fynd that doth yede The thycknes as wel as the brede ¶ The C.xvij questyon ¶ Why shal god clene also The folke of this world vndo GOd shal thys world destroye I wys For a better than it is For ware it now that here stode A rych palays and a good And the man that it longyd to Another how 's had also Wel sympler and lesse worthy And it fortuned than chaunceably That of the palays fel awalle And lose therof the stones and al And that walle myght he not make But he wold the stones take Of the lytel how 's besyde I trow there shuld no nother betyde But he wold his paleys dyght As shortly as he myght And of his how 's haue lytel care But that his palays fulfylled ware He ware a fole that wold chese The better for the wors to lese So faryth god I warne the wele For of his palays fel agreat dele And of this world no nother careth he But that his palays fulfylled be ¶ The C.xviij. questyon ¶ The fowles that in the ayre flye How are they borne on loft a hye THe thycknesse of the ayre ahye Is the chefe cause truly That the fowles a lofte are borne Els ware theyr flyght forlorne The ayre is thycke and moyst also And wyl dysclose and close agayne to And whan the fowle is a lofte His wynges styreth he ofte With the warpyng of his wynge He doth the ayre a sondre mynge Which waxeth thycke and he is lyght And that hym holdyth in his flyght And that the ayre is thycke aboue Aman may wel proue Who so in his hande wyl take A yarde and it smertly shake It shal bowe in the shakyng And that doth no nother thyng But thycknes of the ayre withstandys The yard in shakyng of thy handys And so it withstandyth the fowles al In theyr fleyng that they ne fall ¶ The C.xix questyon ¶ Among al other tel me yet The rayne y t fallyth whens comith it BAyne is water of the see And with blast of wynde mountys he And whan the wynde is on hye The sonne that is hote kyndly Draweth the water fast hym to The wynde puttyth fast after also As that men may se somtyme A dew lyeng tyl halfe the pryme But whan the sonne his hete yeldys That dew in towne and in feldys He takyth vp and draweth fast And cometh to the ayre at the last And is there thyckened in cloude Than comyth wynde and blowyth lowde And beryth it in the ayre euerywhore Tyl it be waxen thycke and more Than begynneth it to be heuy sone Aod may not longe a boue wone But fallyth in rayne hastely And whan the rayne is doune clenly The cloude becomyth whyte and fayre Which is a the keelth of the ayre And that wastyth the sonne there nere And so becomyth the sky clere ¶ The C.xx questyon ¶ Hayle stones that fal also From whence and wherof come the OF water gathered vnder y e sky And of kylth of the ayre on hy As whan a cloude is but thyn Lytel poure hauyng hym in And aboue in the ayre flye Wyndes that are colde and drye And whan that cloud shuld in droppes fall With coldnesse are they frosen all And that y t shuld haue fall rayne to ground They fall than in stones round ¶ The C.xxj. questyon ¶ Wherof are the tempestes al That somtyme among vs fall IN that yere that somer is cold And the moysture manyfold That is in the ayre holdyth styl And may not clensyd be at wyl But gatheryth fast and holdyth thore And in wynter encresyth to more Than be fallyth in some partye That the erth cleueth for drye The spered wyndes than come out And spred them al about In to the ayre theyr waye they take And therof great tempest make ¶ The C.xxii. questyon ¶ Tel me now for it is wonder Wherof cometh the thounder ' RIse out of the erth arecke truly As a smoke men may se perfitely And exalacyons they hyght Which ascende in to the ayre ryght Hote and drye are some of tho And some hote and moyst also Whan they al the hyest are Of the ayre the wynd that is thare He that that is hote and drye May the hastlyar vp a hye And whan the wete cometh thore For moysture gatheryth wynd sore And waxyth colde therby And thyckeneth also wonderly And than is it in sondre cast And cloudes made with wyndes blast And the exalacyon that is drye Is cast a mong the cloudes hye From one to another as a balle But at the last out it shal And whan he brekyth it asonder Anoyse it makyth that we call the thonder For drye among the wete wyl nought Dwel whan the wete pressys hym ought And by ensample thou mayst se On what maner it may be Let a man his handful holde Of whet or syluer which he wolde The more he the hande togethtr prest The more wyl it out threst And so it is to vnderstande Of the tother before hande ¶ The C.xiij. questyon ¶ The wynde y t blowyth by lād see Wherof euer may it be I Haue tolde here before Evalacyons what they wore And he that is hote and drye As I sayd wyl vp a hye Now whan it comyth clowdes amonge If the clowdes be thycke and stronge They cast that exalacyon To and fro vp and doune And be cause it is drye at the last It turneth in to wyndes blast And ware that exalacyon hote It turneth in to rayne wote ¶ The C.xxiiij questyon ¶ How yssueth water of hylles hye That semed rather to be drye ALso as the veynes lye In mannys