in waste Wylt thou not the other two powers brynge in Yes quod she but bycause thy wyt is thyne I wolde that to reason thou shuldest conuarte Whiche thou dayly doest so fowle blot with synne Remembre therfore thou man what thou arte ¶ But for thy sake quod she I am content The other two powers to the to expresse Whyll in thy soule doth the sone represent For as moche as he dyd hym alway dresse To do his fathers wyll with great mekenesse Wyllyngly suffâ—ynge for thy synfull harte Thus christe of good wyll thy synnes dyd redresse Therfore remembre thou man what thou arte ¶ Nowe lyke as Christ onely of his good wyll Toke here thy nature and redemed the From the deuyll and synne whiche dyd thy soule kyll He wyll not his death thy sauegarde shall be Onelesse thy wyll freely to his agre Not compelled but by loue from thy harte This meane by Iustyce apoyâ—ted hath he Remembre therfore thou man what thou arte ¶ Nowe stay there quod â–ª I I pray the be styll Let me in this poynt vnderstande the well Wylt thou affyrme here that man hath fre wyll Thou sayst that God doth not mannes wyll compell Mary syr yf I that abrode shuld tell Some wolde say that I the trueth dyd peruarte Wyll they quod she agaynst that thynge rebell Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ A thou wycked man nowe well I perceyue Thou woldest fynde away thy vyce to excuse For yf thou couldest proue the no free wyll to haue Thou woldest for thy synne gods goodnes accuse Bycause thou wylt say he wolde not infuse Grace in to thy soule from synne to conuarte Alas man do not thy lyfe so abuse Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ God offryth his grace to the man dayly Knockynge at thy soule by many away Declarynge his wyll moste mercyfully To haue the saued yf thou say not nay Therfore yf thou wylt be saued thou may Gods helpe is redy yf thou do thy parte Thou mayst consent yf thou wylt I dare say Remembre therfore thou man what thou arte ¶ In this quod I thou hast peased my mynde But may haâ— all other so wyll not be For in this matter great faâ—te they wyll fynde When so euer they shall it rede or se What tho and they do I pray the quod she Trueth wyll be trueth though they wolde it peruarte Therfore to all them as well as to the I say remembre thou man what thou arte ¶ I passe not sayd she what any doth say So longe as the trueth I do demonstrate To please all myndes I do not knowe the way Onelesse I shuld gods pleasure vyolate And that wyll I not do for none estate Nothynge shall cause me from trueth for to starte But let all this passe early and late Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ If thou hast sayd I in this sayd thy mynde I pray the in thy fyrste purpose prosede Conâ—ent sayd she I haue it not resynde Though I dyd degresse as I thought it nede Understandynge is nowe the next in dede Or memory whiche twayne can not departe In this the holy ghost thy soule doth lede Therfore remembre thou man what thou arte ¶ By vnderstandynge well may syngnyfy In thy soule the Ymage of the holy ghost Bycause it is a powre whiche inwardly Doth worke in thy soule a thynge whiche doth most Profyte thy soule helth this well I dare bost For therby gods wyll thou knowest in thy harte Without whiche thou shuldest be blynde as a post Remembre therfore thou man what thou arte ¶ None I trowe sayd she thou doth playne perceyue Howe to gods ymage that thou art create And in what it restyth openyd I haue Nowe syth that God in the is socyate Let not his grace in the be vacuate Kepe this ymage pure in euery parte So shalt thou with hym be peticipate Remembre therfore thou man what thou arte ¶ What nede 〈…〉 That thou 〈…〉 thyng deâ—yle For nowe I se playne thâ— workâ—â— do reportâ— Thou hast donâ— it redy by thy 〈◊〉 â—yle For whiche cause I se I muste turne my style To shewe howe thou dost these thâ—â— powres peruarte By whiche I feare me thou 〈◊〉 god excyle Remembre I sâ—y thou man what thou arte ¶ Fyrste for as mâ—che as I tolde the before That reason is the powre moste pryncypall By whiche onely thou dyâ—â—erest eâ—ermore From all other beâ—â—â—es the whiche be brutall For set reason asyde and proue I shall That beestes may compare with the in some parte Consernynge the powres whiche be naturall Remembre therfore thou man what thou arte ¶ The lyon in strength doth man greatly passe And so doth thâ— Egle in clerenesse of syght In herynge also compare may the asse The grayhounde to ronne moste nemble and lyght In smellynge the hounde by day or by nyght And in memory beestes â–ª in plough and â—arte Nowe yf they had reason passe the they myght Therfore remembre thou man what thou arte ¶ But nowe as scripture to the do recorde It hath pleased god for to ordayne the Ouer all beestes of the earth â—o be lorde And them 〈…〉 But howe by reason or els thou 〈…〉 If beestes of reason had nowâ— any paâ—â—e By the in no 〈…〉 they wolde be Therfore remembre thou man what thou arte â–ª ¶ Nowe beeâ—â—es by reason thou dost make 〈◊〉 To serue the 〈◊〉 as God dye them ordayne And so muste reason also 〈…〉 Rule all thy 〈◊〉 â–ª whiâ—he in the remayne With all thy workes whiche prosede from the playne But worse is thy actes reason to conuarte Then al brute beestes whiche the worlde doth contayâ—â— Remembre therfore thou man what thou arte â–ª ¶ Sensualyte in the beryth suche ruâ—e That when reason shulde haue domynacyon Frowarde wyll causeth hym for to recule To thy great shame and defamacyon For wyll ought to be in gubernacyon Of reason fro whom he ought not to starte But wyll doth rule all I se probacyon Remembre therfore thou man what thou arte Reason wolde thou shuldest to god haue respecte Alway consyderynge his goodnes to the But that moste vnkyndly thou dost reiecte Abusynge reason that dayly I se Unreasonable thou semyst to be From gods lawe thy lyfe is so ouerthwarte Whiche way I wyll declare â–ª or els blame me Remembre therfore thou man what thou arte ¶ To thy fylthy carkase thou hast suche delyâ—e That thou louest it more then god or his lawe What thynge can byndâ— the from thyâ—e apetyâ—e Can scrypture cause the 〈◊〉 lust to withdrawâ— From the fowle fedyâ—ge of thy beestly 〈◊〉 Nay truely thâ—â— dost thou reason peruarte A beeste and thou doth not dyffer a straâ—â— Remembre I say thoâ— man what thou arte ¶ Nowe thou man quod she thou sayst very well That Christe coÌ„maunded that thou shuldest faste here Agaynst whiche yf thoâ— dost rebell To be christes discyple thou dost not apere But
¶ A new treatyse in maner of a Dialoge whiche sheweth the excellency of maÌ„nes nature in that he is made to the Image of God and wherin it restyth and by howe many wayes a man dothe blotte and defyle the same Image Remembre man thou art earth playne And therto shalt returne agayne Iob. OF late as I lay musynge all alone Reuoluynge a certayne thynge in my mynde Whiche troubled me so that my herte was gone But beynge compelled remedy to fynde Myne olde custome not beynge yet resynde I â—ose from my bedde and forth dyd departe And then herde I a byrde synge O man vnkyndâ— I say remembre thou man what thou arte ¶ Whiche thynge so heryng made me moche to muse And as I loked what byrde it shuld be She spyde me and sayd nowe fayne thyne excuse For truely I haue a quarell to the And with that I sawe hyr syt in a tre Whiche made me I tell you glad at my harte But she spyenge that sayd streyghe vnto me Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ I perceyue by thy countenaunce quod she That thou dost moche reioyse in my presence But lytell cause hast thou thou mayst truste me For nowe art thou with me out of credence Because thou hast not done thy dylygence To performe thy promyse made on thy parte Therfore in reproche of thy neclygence Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Why what matter quod I hast thou to me That thou shludest me thus spytefully reproue Matter ynoughe I warant the quod she For that thou dyddest not as dyd the behoue What is it quod I tell me for my loue Haue I in my promyse ben ouerthawrte Ye none excuse quod she can it remoue Therfore remembre thou man what thou arte ¶ Thou dydest promyse me yf thou call to mynde To set forth a songe whiche I sange to the And nowe because vntrewe I do the fynde Thou dost me prouoke displeased to be That songe forth quod I thou mayst truste me I se no profe quod she for who doth reuarte From theyr vyce reprouyd not one I caâ—se Therfore remembre thou man what thou arte ¶ It is forth quod I though small proâ—yte apeâ—e Consernynge of mannes lyfe the amendment Thou mayst reproue synne and neuer the nere We are vnto the flesshe so fully benâ—e Then my laboure quod she in vayne haue I spent But no doute at length for it ye shall smarte Oneles that by grace your faute ye repente Remembre therfore thou man what thou arte ¶ Thou art but vyle earth and shall turne to dust Though all the worldes good thou haddest at thy wyll At the laste coÌ„mes death and then hense thou muste There is no treasure can kepe the here styll Therfore thou vayne man why dost thou fulfyll Thy flesshely luste and from god dost reuarte Wylt thou for thy flesshe thy soule deadely kyll Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ God hath apoynted of his meare goodnesse Howe eche man shuld lyue in his vocacyon And scrypture doth vnto you all expresse So that ye can make no excusacyon But that ye prouoke your owne dampnaâ—yon Oneles ye repent or death with his darte Of body and soule make seperacyon Remembre therfore thou man what thou arte ¶ Somwhat I haue toched to the before Howe moste people here doth lyue out of frame Not one shalt thou â—ynde scaâ—â—y in a score That lyueth in his Offyce vnworthy blame Nay clene to neceleâ—â—e yet they haue no shame Or els they abuse it so ouerthwarte That they seme not to haue a chrysten name Remembre therfore thou man what thou arte ¶ What nedes thou quod I this thynge to reherse It is superfluous as farre as I here In thy songe before in many a verse Thou hast touched this as well doth apere What though sayd she I am neuer the nere I se no man grafte my wordes in his harte Therfore I warne the agayne playne and clâ—re Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ I shewed the ones and so I do agayne Howe euery creature without blame Doth kepe theyr course as nature doth constrayne But thou man whiche God so nobly dyd frame Unto his ymage thou wylt graunt the same And yet lyke a beaste from God ouerthwarte Thou defylest his ymage to thy great shame Therfore remembre thou man what thou arte ¶ I knowe quod I that thou toldest me all this Trouste thou that I haue so dull memory To forget what goddes goodnesse to me is Ye sayd she I beleue it verely For thou art so replete with mysery No thynge can moue the from synne to reuerte But yet whan thou fedest thy lust besely Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ What thou meanest sayd I I can not tell I pray the shewe me what thou dost intende Thou checkest me me thynke for not lyuynge well And yet with no faute dost me reprehende Haue I not sayd she howe dost thou attende Unto my wordes whiche enter not thy harte But in all thy tyme that thou dost here spende Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Dyd not I say howe in synne thou dost lyue By whiche thy soule thou dost moste foully defyle Whiche God of his goodnes to the dyd gyue Made to his ymage and lyke no beaste vyle And yet the deuyll from the for to excyle He suffred death here with paynfull woundes smarte Amende therfore and euery meane whyle Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Thy soule thou knowest well is made immortall Hauynge wyll reason and vnderstandynge In whiche thou dost deffer from beastes brutall And therin to God thou arte resemblynge But nowe in what case thy soule thou dost brynge I purpose to shewe the or thou departe That for feare thou wylt quake at the herynge Remembre therfore thou man what thou arte ¶ Fyrste thou haâ—â— reason a gyfte excelent Whiche to the father is apropryate Because that he is alway permenent And dyd his persone neuer derogate Note ones altrynge but in deuyne esâ—ate He alway abydeth and can not reuarte For whiche by reason he is fygurate Remembre therfore thou man what thou arte ¶ Nowe syth that by reason thou dost represent In thy soule to the Father eternall Whiche syngnyfyeth thou muste be dylygent To â—â—aye to reason the powre prynâ—yall But howe thou from reason dayly doest fall Thou mayst be asshamed man of thy parte As somwhat herafter â–ª tell the I shall Remembre therfore thou man what thou arte ¶ So longe as to reason thou dost agree In all thy workes and conuersacyon So longe aperyth iâ— thy soule to be Thymage of God by his creacyon Let reason than haue domynacyon Folowe not wyll and set reason aparte Put not the Father from his mancyon Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ I trowe quod I thou knowest not what thou sayest Thou hast forgot clene what thou dyddest begyn Me thynke thou doest spende many wordes
then a beaste thou doste thy selfe behaue No threatnyng nor preachyng can thy lyfe redresse No plage of god caâ— turne thy wylfulnesse Surely I beleue thou haste Pharos harte That thus abusest wyll agaynst gods goodnesse Remembre I saye thou man what thou arte ¶ I praye the quod I speake no more of wyll For truely I fele in my conscience The faute is in me yf I my soule kyll For of gods wyll I haue experience Yf I peryshe it is my neclygence Is it so quod she then thou mayest conuarte Why doest thou therto slacke thy diligence Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Now to leue wyll and to another thynge The which I told the that thou doest abuse It is gods hye gyfte of vnderstandynge The which the holy ghost in the dyd infuse Ioyned with reason so that none excuse Of yngnoraunce thou shuldest aleage on thy parte But knowyng good and yll and how them to vse Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Understandynge as I tolde the before Is in very beastes in a certayne kynde Through which they are brought euermore To serue the man accordynge to thy mynde And when disobedient thou dost them fynde With correction thou makest them to smarte And then as a lambe the strongest thou mayste bynde Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ But vnderstandynge now beynge in the Thou haste it with reason for to discus All thynges which are good or bad in degre And them to vse to gods honoure as thus All good thynges to vse as gyftes gracious And euyll thynges perceauynge from them to reuarte But how thou doste vse it it is marueylous Remembre I saye thou man what thou arte ¶ As god hath made beastes to be vnder the So arte thou vnder god hym to obaye And because to know his wyll sure thou shuldest be Understandynge he hath gyuen the alwaye Not lyke to a beaste and yet I may saye Soner dost thou make a beast to conuarte Then thou wylte to god by nyght or by daye Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ The beast by sore beatyng here thou dost â—eache To knowe thy mynde sure and it to fulfyll But god in his ministers to the doth preache Declaryng dayly vnto the gods wyll But thou lyke one which therof colde no skyll Wylt not obaye god although thou doste smarte And yet wyll saye thou arte gods darlyng styll Remembre I saye thou man what thou arte ¶ In that quod I me thinke I coulde answere the By the wordes of the wyse man wrytten playne The chylde whom the father doth beate sayth he The same doth he loue and wyll hym mayntayne Now by this I may saye to the agayne God scourgynge vs playeth a good fathers partâ— That is truth quod she but more grace to optayne Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Lyke a father god doth the admonysâ—e Many sondry wayes thy soule for to wynne And with dyuers plages he doth the punyshe But when to conuarte wylt thou once begynne Nay rather thou wylt defende thy foule synne How arte thou gods chyld in dede or in harte When thou for his lawe doth not passe a pynne Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Therfore onlesse thou thy lyfe doest amende To call gâ—d father thou arte not worthy For such father such sonne shall not contende Therfore god vnto his chyldren doth cry Be holy sayth he as I am holy Turne vnto me and from synne reuartâ— And eternall deth ye shall neuer dy Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Thus god is god to the man moste vnkynde To call the by grace which thou doest abuse Understandynge in the doth seme to be blynde â—or as he shulde be thou doest hym not vse Thou thynkest to be gods chylde and yet doest refuse To do that pertayneth to a good chyldes parte Which is to please hym thou shuldest dayly muse Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Thou oughtest vnderstandynge hole to aplyâ— Unto gods honoure with a faythe perfyte But thou from god turnest it cleane a wrye By takynge scripture to thyne apetyte I pray the what vertue can I resyte But that thou fyndest scripture it to peruarte By false vnderstandynge from gods truth quytâ— Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Of this sorte thou hast full many a one As preestes chefely which there vowes do not kepe And yf kytte wyll come they wyll not lye alone â—ushe say they we are nother stones nor shepe This makes them to make when other doth slepe Such vnderstande gods worde ouerthwaâ—te They feare not ne thynke the paynes of 〈◊〉 depe Remembre I saye thou man what thou arte ¶ Some sayth quod I that they ought to haue wyues For they say in dede they can not lyue chaste They muste nedes â—o quod she whom the dyuell dryues For of vertuous lyuynge they haue no taste As to faste and praye nay 〈◊〉 of that haste They wyll fede and playe a reuelers parte For to saye theyr seruyce they counte â—â—yme waste Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ They vse not the meanes to lyue a chast lyfe For where as they shuld be solytary Conâ—rarye to all pleasures they are ryâ—e And commonly couâ—t lyght company Then reason they there is no remedy We must nedes mary our fleshe to subuarte Thus for theyr vowes they care not a butterfly Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Thus of vnderstandynge the grace they distroye And lyke beastes they lyue without godly respecte Uery Epicures sekynge belly ioye With which all the realme they haue iâ—fecte Fastynge is now so clearely reâ—ecte That no good preacher can make them conuarte Well I say no more but this in efâ—ecte Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ I pray the quod I of them speake no more Nor yet of none other it is â—yme to ende I se well vertue decayeth very sore I haue herde as moche as I do intâ—â—de Arte thou wery quod she god the amâ—nde â—o here thou mayste se thy myscheuous harte Thou thynkest tyme longe thy lyfe to reprehende Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ I haue done quod she but now thou mayest se That I haue kepte promyse as I dyd saye Haue I not proued the so wycked to be That thou gods ymage in thy soule doest decaye â—o moch as lyeth in the thou canst not saye naye I haue not flattered the truly in no parte â—ut now thou arte warned conuart whyle thou mayâ— Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ Defarre not amendment leste tyme do fayle the Uncertayne thou arte whan deth shall the kyll Therfore to be sure take warnynge of me â—aste watche and praye and do not thy soule spyll Turne thou to god and turne to the he wyll I can say no more for now I wyll departe But yet at my goynge kepe this in mynde styll Remembre I say thou man what thou arte ¶ When she had thus spoken awaye she flewe Mountyng wonders hye into the wynde So that where she became I neuer knewe Then dyd I reuolue her wordes in my mynde And when that I the next leasure dyd fynde I wrote out her sentence hole with my penne Wherin I perceaue how people are blynde Whom god grauntâ— to mende saye we all amen FINIS ¶ The â—enuoy of the Auctor ¶ â—â—â—rthe my booke speake thy mynde And flatter none of no degre All men be men of Adams kynde Without any diuersite For all mens soules created be To gods ymage as thou dost tell Which they foule blotte as they may se Yf that they do peruse the well ¶ And I praye the tell all men this Yf chaunce I fayle in any thynge That I erre not of no malys In erroure any man to brynge But am redy to reformynge In any thynge that thou dost saye But truely to my knowlegynge Thou tellest the truth nere as thou maye ¶ And where as lacketh eloquence To make the pleasaunt for to rede Axe pardon for my necligence For I confesse in very dede That of lernynge surely I nede To make the a more pleasaunte style But a rude wytte rudely doth lede So rudely nedes I must compyle ¶ And all doutes cleane to put awaye Who was thyne auctor the to frame Saye Myles Hogarde so sweâ—e thou maye Though some doth thynke he settes his name To that which other men myght clame But of that no man profe can brynge And yf they can â—et them hym shame As well they maye prouyng that thynge ¶ But now an ende of the to make Trustynge thou shalt be taken well God graunt vs all vyce to forsake And to thynke on both heuen and hell With feare and loue not to rebell Agaynst gods lawe in any case And then no doute but we shall dwell With hym in his moost ioyfull place FINIS ¶ God saue the Kynge ¶ Imprynted by me Robert wyer dwellinge in S. Martins paryshe at Charynge Crosse. ¶ Ad 〈…〉 All this worlde is set on myschefe 1. Iohâ— â— Iob. Let euery man abidâ— in his callyng wheâ— in he is called 1. Coâ— 7. In the 〈◊〉 of the myseâ—y of the worlde â—ake we enâ— to our â—wne lykenes and 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 53. â—â—e that Loâ—yth me kepiâ—h my coÌ„maundementes Iohâ— 15. God lempâ—yth 〈◊〉 to euyll Iaâ—◠◠〈…〉 God â—old hâ—ue all 〈…〉 If thou â—ylt 〈◊〉 to lyfâ— kepe the coÌ„maundâ—mentes 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 A 〈◊〉 hart god dothe not despyse Psalm 〈◊〉 â—ath 6. â— â—im â— â— Watche praye that ye enter not intâ— temtacyoÌ„ â—ath â—6 Exod. 17. Exod. 14. â— heg 1â— 1. Reg. 1â— Danâ—el 〈◊〉 Iosâ—a x. The prayer of the â—â—ghteousâ— aâ—ayle the much Iacob 5. 〈…〉 Lorde 〈…〉 to y ◠〈◊〉 of my praier Psal. 129. 〈…〉 before 〈◊〉 that they maye se your goâ— workes â–ª â—ath 5. 〈…〉 thinâ— owne wyl Eccl. 1â— â—ake you frendes of the wicked â—ammon that they maye receaue you into eternal tabernacles Luke 16. 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 It is not good to haue respecte of person iâ— Iugeme◠〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 These are cursed childreÌ„ leuâ—ng the ryghte waye and are geuâ—â—◠〈◊〉 â—rrours â— Pet. ◠〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 Yf thâ—â— make â—â—owe vnto god be not 〈◊〉 to performe it Eccl. 5. Dent â–ª 2◠〈◊〉 6.