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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

dere Ony hous in erth haue here IN erth a how 's shal he haue That man afterward shal saue And that shal his spouse be For al shal be on it and he By the sacrament of his body That he shal make solempnelye Unto his apostyls at the mete And ech one shal therof ete And that sacrament that I the tel Shal in his how 's deuoutly dwelle And al of good conuersacyon Shal come vnto saluacyon Throughe the vertu and the myght Of that sacrament so dyght And al tho that are outfous And are spered out of that hous In payne of helle shal be shent But they come to amendment ¶ The CCC.xxxix questyon ¶ Shal his body euer dwellyng be In erth that men may it se HIs body shal euer be dwellyng In erth to the worldys endyng Upon a day as he shal His apostyls soupe with al He shal take the bred and blysse And say ete my body this ysse Than shal he take the cuppe in handys That with wyne before hym standys And blesse it and say them vnto Haue drynke this my blode also The selfe blode is it that I here make That shal be shed for mannys sake And throughe the vertu and the myght Of his word is there anon ryght His very body god and man As that he to say began And yf that sacrament ne wore His flesshe only and no more With out blod therto wrought His very body ware it nought Flesshe in leuyng man to be Without blode can no man se And there shal his dyscypyls take Myght that sacrament to make With word he shal them lerne thore That hym selfe sayd before And that body shal dwellyng be So that men eche day may it se ¶ The CCC.xl questyon Shal euery man haue myght therto His body for to make also NAy shal none haue therto myght But that therto are ordayned right That of his holy hous shal be Kepers and haue the dyngnyte And thoughe that keper bere hym yl And wyl not fulfyl goddes wyl Neuerthewors is that flesshe and blode Ne neuer the better thoughe he be good And who so taketh it worthely His sowle hele he taketh therby And he that vnworthely it taketh His owne dampnacyon he maketh For he taketh not goddes body But bread he taketh al onely The godhed that there was in God takes it to hym for his syn For so worthy a thyng as he In a foule vessel wyl not be And no more enpeyre ne can That same body a wicked man Than is enpeyred the sonnys lyght Of a warderobe that here is dyght ¶ The CCC.xlj questyon ¶ Tho that haue myght therto That body for to make also Shal they before the trynyte More than other worshypped be NO man shal there worshypped be For honour nor for dygnyte But with god he shal be dere After as he hath don here Thoughe goddys how 's wold hym chose Her kepar to bynd and lose His worshyp shal be neuer the more But yf he haue don wherfore And do he not aryght also As hym be comyth for to do He shal haue blame and payne withal Wel more than a nother shal For he that is made a hyrdar Of goddys how 's to be kepar His shepe must he kepe wel and know And by his owne lyfe them showe How that they theyr lyfe shal lede And them kepe from mysdede Wherfore yf he mysdo So moch more payne shal he go to ¶ The CCC.xlij questyon ¶ Why shal they euery day be wone To make the body of goddys sonne FOr thre thynges pryncypaly Shal a preest make goddys body For god and for hym selfe also And for the folke that se therto He that it sees hath mede therfore And that it takes moch more But he that receyuyth it vnworthely Hym selfe he dampneth suerly And the body ne doth it nought But hym that lewdly hath wrought In paradyse appyls many one Made god and wicked none And for an appyl that Adam dyd ete Was he out of that place bete And that was not for that That the appul was nought that he ate But for that that goddys bode brake he That hym defended had that thre So shal fare that Sacrament It shal cause no man be shent Agayne the deuyl strength shal it make Loke he be clene that it shal take ¶ The CCC.xliij questyon ¶ Tel me now what thyng is synne That many shal be lorne in SInne forsoth is ryght nought For that god neuer wrought God of heuyn made al thyng And al was good of his makyng And for his werkes good wore Synne is none of them therfore And for he made it not sothely In substance it is nought truly ¶ The CCC.xliiij questyon ¶ By what syngne shal men se Whan goddes sone shal dede be AT his dethe shal befall Syngnes many one withall For the sonne shal lese his lyght And become darke as the nyght The erthe euerydele shal quake That to folke great drede shal make Dede bodyes shal ryse hym with al The thyrd day when he ryse shal An astronomer then shal be In the boest and say shal he By the derkenes that he shal fynd That than dyes god of kynd ¶ The CCC.xlv questyon ¶ When goddes sone in erth shal dwel Of what vertue shal men hym tel OF moche vertu shal he be By his workes that men shal se Of his vertue he shal with ryght Ouercome the deuyl and his might His Glotony couetyse and pryde That the deuyl had spred wyde And al his myght dystroy he shal That he Adam begyled withal Fro feuere and other euyls fele Many men than shal he hele With fyue loues and fysshes two Fyue thowsand shal h● fede and mo And .xij. lepys men shal fylle Of the relefe there that shal be stylle The prynce of his apostyls shal he Saue goyng vpon the see He shal cōmaund the wynd to lyth And it shal be styl also swyth To blynd shal he geue syght The croked ofte to go ryght Awoman that shal with heer grete And with her teres waysshe his fete And with her heer them wype and drye He shal forgeue her her folye A deed man that in graue hath leyn Foure dayes he shal areyse ageyne One of his dyscypyls shal bere A swerd and reue amannys ere The ere in his hand shal he take And agayne it hole make● Al the prynces in helle that are Shal he cause to quake and eke care Whan he theyr gates shal come vnto And cōmaund them that they vndo That his are shal he take thore And sende them to blys for euer more ¶ The CCC.xlvj questyon ¶ Shal his dyscypyls ought also Do myracles as he shal do HIs dyscypyls throughe his grace Shal to many sycke do solace For he shal euer by them be They shal speke and worke shal he Many one with theyr techyng To goddys lawe shal they bryng A wicked man that tyme shal be And say that goddys sonne is he And begyn to ascend a hye

is lyke ¶ The lxxxxj questyon ¶ Is a ryche man lesse worthy That he losyth his good holy ¶ Or a poure worthy the more That ryches on hym encresyd wore AS longe as the rych hath his good He is regardyd as of noble blode He is callyd and herd ouer all And euery man hym trust shall If his good fall hym fro He losyth myght and honour also With corage and doutynesse And becomyth coward neuer the lesse At cownsel shal he be not regardyd His wordes shal nothyng be trustyd No man shal his tales beleue No fayth shal men to hym gyue And the talkyng shal be I wys That he was and now not is ¶ The poure whan he waxyth ryche His neybors shal theyr trust in hym pych He is holden wyse curteys and good Thoughe he be a churle of blode His word is hard and byleued wele Thoughe it be lesyng a great dele Frendys he fynd anone ryght That somtyme set of hym ful lyght Yf he come ony where to the mete He shal be set amonge the grete To counsayle shal they cal hym gladly That before regarded hym lyghtly By the ryche it fareth euen so As men seeth by a marchaunt it do That boroweth great good al day Of ryche men that lend may And haue nought therof greatly But trauayleth and lyues therby And whan the ryche his good wyl haue Than is the marchaunt but a knaue And whyle he the reches occupyed He was of them ryche counted Of this world it fareth so Of al that men may gather them to Hath he nought but whyl he is here His lyuelode and he be on bere Hath he nomore than he fyrst with began He cometh and goeth a poure man But the pouer that rych was Is holden gentylare per caas Than he that nought hade Nor nought hath for he is bade ¶ The lxxxxij questyon ¶ The wyckyd maner of men we se And wickyd custome whereof may y t be OF wickyd wyl and wickyd herte And of malyce y t gathers smerte For man hath the wyt To know his maner reson it And to lete it yf he wyl And to change it from euyl He that wickyd custome hath also Good may he not thynke ne do Nor his herte in rest be For in vnclene thought trauayles he Through the which suerly His tyme he wastyth and body As he that goyth beastye That he myght sykerlye go by That goyth aboute without townes Both by dale and by downes And nedles trauaylys hym amys For al his owne folye it is ¶ The lxxxxiij questyon ¶ Seyng yron is so hard and stronge And for to werke it somwhat longe ¶ How was fyrst made wherwith Tonges hamour and the styth GOd cōmaunded al thynge And al are of his makynge And wyst wherof man had nede For to do with eny dede To hym his messyngers he sent The aungel that to adam went He bade hym yron take in his hande And than was it as nesshe as sande And therof fyrst made a styth And hamour tonges to worke with He went and shapyd them euerychone And they became harde anone And whan it to the dyluuy cam Noe of such lomes made than That ware forged after tho And kept them and after made mo And so to this tyme wrought are they And shal be to domysday ¶ The lxxxxiiii questyon ¶ Do they amys that alday swere By theyr god what so he were HE that swerys by his god falsly For he shuld trust in hym perfytly Whether he good or wicked is He doth euyl and amys For I trow there is no man quyke That his god holdyth wyke And falsly for couetys Swerys on hym by many wys He is deuyl and deuyls lyke And wors than an herytyke For his god falseth he For thynge that lytel whyle shal be And thoughe his god be false and wicke And he forswere hym by hym thycke His neyghbour for to begyle He synneth greatly I tel the treulye Lawe nor treuthe hath he none Nor amonge men shuld gone That by his god falsely wyl swere For he wold aman with falsed dere ¶ The lxxxxv questyon Shal aman of his body In althyng be chast treuly CHastyte a man shal holde Of his body many folde Of false othes and of lechery And of al other velany Of euyl syght of euyl speke Of euyl goyng and of handelyng eke Not to slepe in euyl ne in euyl rede Nor ete nor drynke in euyl stede Ne none other thynge do But as ryght hym gydeth to Al that is euyl is to fle And of al that shal a man chast be Sethe god at his lykenes hath sent Shape to man and wyt hym lent Euyl to knowe and it to forsake Than doth he amys y t therto wyl hym take And he that hym therfro holdeth al To goddes company he shal And to his aungels also Whan tyme comes there vnto ¶ The lxxxxvj questyon ¶ Whom shal amā loue w t al to go And whos company fle fro IN fayre dewes that may them mete shal aman go and in herbes swete There may he go sykerly Without hurte of his body For who so in the fyre goos He brennyth both fote and toos By this shalt thou vnderstande With whom aman shal go company and Go with the good to and fro So shalt thou not mysdo Nor noman shal to the say Wher thou goyst by the way But worshype honour of the wyl talke And than in the dewe thou doyst walke But yf aman in hym selfe be good And he turne there to his mood To haunt folys company To hym therof shal come foly And euyl report and wyckyd name And vylony of folke and blame And they shal say he wold not go there But he of theyr maners were Ware he not of theyr assent Therfore in theyr company he went Euery good man wyl hym fle And thys vpon the fyre goyth he Wherfore shuld men with good go And that are folys fle them fro ¶ The lxxxxvij questyon ¶ Whether is better so god the saue Ryches or pouerte for to haue RIches are there bodyly And there are also goostly And who comyth the one vntyl May haue the other yf he wyl For he may haue that is nede The sowle and body both to fede He shal fynde how hym he serue shal And his cōmaundment do al Iche man shal fynd to do it wel And for his ryches the more euery dele If men worshype the pouer ought That is but wynde and turnyth to noght For of that honour that he had May he not be fede ne clad Wherfore to bodyly profyt Than is it more delyt Men say a rych chorle is he That pouer and worshyppyd men se ¶ The lxxxxviij questyon ¶ Shal aman honour y t are ny don Lyke a rych man and agrom THat man that deme wyl lelly He shal also debonarly Apouer ney do honour to As he shuld to a rych do Thoughe the rych be hye set And the pouer stande on

thynge God his maker heuyn kynge And next his owne body And than his wyfe pryncypaly His chyldren ought aman by kynde For to loue and haue in mynde But whan god fyrst made adam And Eue of his body came He gaue hym her vnto fere And bade hym for to haue her dere Than in that geuyng made he Man and his wyfe one to be And yf thou and thy wyfe be one And that partyng is none Ne none other may forsake Unto deth the one take Thou ought thy wyfe to loue more Than al the chyldren that thyne more If thou forlese thy good wyfe Than lesyst thou the solace of thy lyfe And yf thou thy chyldren forgo Of thy wyfe may thou wyn mo Wherfore shalt thou thy wyfe loue more Than thy chyldren and hold in store ¶ The C.lxxx questyon ¶ If I had no father borne Ne no mother me beforne How shuld I haue borne be In this world or here or se LOnge or god the world wrought Or man or beast therin brought He knewe al that shuld be borne Which saued and which forlorne And al theyr names and thought God had bene elles nought Wherfore he wyst wel of the That thou shuldest borne be And seyng thou nedys shuldest be borne Though thy father the beforne Ne thy mother that was also Had nother come this world vnto Another father thou shuldest haue had And mother that had the both fede and clad ¶ The C.lxxxj questyon ¶ The chyld that hath ful the shap In the mother by what hap Is it somtyme brought to nought And may alyue forth be brought BE thre causes may it come to Why it comyth to pas so One than may be goddys wyl That he wylleth that it shal spyl Another skyl also ther is Why it so fareth somtyme amys The feble norysshyng in the wyfe That it may not come to lyfe For the feblenesse of the which norture Makyth the seed not to dure Feblenes of raynes the thyrd As in woman is be tyde Some woman with chyld may be And so feble of rayns is she That she is not of the myght Of the chyld to suffer the weyght The mother sterys and turnes about So that the chyld fallyth out Whan it is out than is it lorne And so than is it ded borne And by the grace of goddys myght The mother sperys a non ryght ¶ The C.lxxxij questyon ¶ Wymen y t in this world are here Are they al of one manere WImen are made al after one In flesshe blode hyde and bone And al the lymes y u seyst one bere Euery one such lymes were And that men felys one vpon May men fele on euery one But of complexcyon are they sere Of word wyl and of manere But al on one delyte men fynde Whan it comyth to dede of kynde Ofte of wathers may thou se That of dyuers hewes they be But in thy mouth yf thou them take Al as one water shal they smake So do wemen whare they fare Al of one sauyour they are But thynketh some man That swetar is some woman Than some other fyftene And of that may be thre thynges mene One is yf she be fayre and whyte For aman hath more delyte In her that is bryght on ble Than in a lothlyer on to se Another cause is noble wede For aman geuyth gladder mede To her that nobely is dyght Than to a pouer raggyd wyght The thyrd skyl is whan a man So great loue hath to woman That hym thynkyth none so swete to hold For loue hath no lacke it is sayd of olde ¶ The C.lxxxiij questyon ¶ If thy frend haue wyfe and meyne And them mysdo thou se Salt thou vnto thy frēde it sey And his wyfe and meyne be wrey IF thy neyghbor haue a wyfe That be of euyl lyfe And thou may it vndertake That she wronge doth agayne her make Or dystroyer of his good be And thou maye it wete or se Warne hym so preuely and styl That he smyte in none euyl wyl But byd hym that he loke therto So that they nomore do so And make he hym wroth at the fyrst Whan that he the soth hathe wyst And throughe thy wordes he shal take hede And than shal he the better spede And saue his good that shuld away And yf thou hym no word dyd say For men sayne in olde sawes By good neyghbours god day men dawes ¶ The C.lxxxiiij questyon ¶ Yf a man any thynge shal do Shal he hym ought hast therto IF thou thynke to do a good dede Hastly therto thou the spede For good dede shal haue no respyte He doth it twyes that doth it tyte But thynke thou euyl dede to do Haste the nothyng there vnto Be thynke the fyrst in thy herte That it the not after smerte For yf that thou take good hede Euyl haste is al vnspede In lytel tyme may befalle the That thy herte may chaunged be So that thou shalt the with holde Fro that thou fyrst don wolde And than shalt thou lyke wele That thou hasted to it no dele ¶ The C.lxxxv questyon ¶ Shal he that eny good can In this world loue euery man GOostly for god loue shalt thou Euery man and I shal tel the how Tyl his sowle no euyl wyl More than thou wylt thyne owne tyl But bodely thy loue shal be To euery man as he loueth the Loue he the loue hym a geyne And of his company be feyne Hate he the hate hym also And do with hym as he wold to the do Come thou to thy frendes how 's There thy foes thou feryst not thus He wyl receyue the with blys And for the the gladder he is If thou eny thyng hym craue With good wyl thou mayst it haue Such aman shalt thou loue ageyne And his wyl to do be feyne If thou come vnto thy foo That sawe the leuer hang than go Despyte of hym may thou gete Or eyther drynke or mete From such aman shalt thou fle And hate hym as he doth the For in old sawes says men that He that loues there he is hate Agayne the streme he rowes sore And to lese hath he no more ¶ The C.lxxxvj questyon ¶ The folke of this world ech one Are they comune after one BEtwyx them is comunaute In some thynges as thou may se For al are they borne in care And al shal they hens fare And al shal they rotte away And al aryse at domysday But betwyx them in some thyng Is dyuersyte for some is kynge Some pouer and vyle is theyr mete Some lyue by that they may gete Some go clade and some bare And of dyuerse manere men are Of dyuerse wyl of dyuerse thought Here in comune are they nought And as here is dyuersyte So shal there in other world be Some shal in to payne be brought To dole the werkes that he hath wrought And some shal in to payne of helle There with out ende to dwelle And some shal in to

that man is knowen by If it be fayre and semely A fayre man men wyl hym call And leue his other lymmes all And in a fayre vysage and whyte Hath aman moch delyte Wherfore in al the man not lyeth truly So cōly a lym as is a fayre vysage verely ¶ The CCC.viij questyon ¶ How shal aman lede hys lyfe That fyndes ama hauntyng his wife Fynde thou aman with thy wyfe Loke thou make w t hym no stryfe Preuely thou go thy way And nothyng vnto them say But afterward thou say her to That she no more do so Say she doth here selfe shame For in her lyeth al the blame There wold no man her come tyl But it were by her wyl Wherfore chastyse her courtesly And loke how she wyl do there by And she wyl not do after thy lore Of that vpbreyd her no more If thou smyte on the man a non Whan thou comest hym fyrst vpon And begyn to fyght also The deuyl procurys there vnto One of you may lyghtly the other slo And so encresyth sone thy wo Therfore thoughe it greues the sore Better the lasse scathe than the more ¶ The CCC.ix. questyon Shal men for tene or for lesyng Blame god of heuen in ony thyng GOd of heuen is so wyse That in hym no blame lyse But thākyng worshyp honour As to hym that is our creatour And yf thou for thy foly Fal in any malencoly Blame thou god therfore nothyng Blame the and thyne vnconyng Haue thou not as thy wyl wore Why shalt thou blame god therfore Thoughe thou pray god send me It may not at thy wyl be But yf thou trauayle for to lyue God shal helpe the for to thryue Were aman a water in That depe ware and coud swym And he cryed on god fast And ware perysshed at the last For defaute of steryng That he wold helpe hym selfe nothyng Wherfore blame god no man shuld He wold haue holpe yf hym selfe wold ¶ The CCC.x questyon ¶ Which is the sauourest thynge Of al that are at thy wenynge OF al thynges that euer be Is there none so sauoure Unto man beast and foule also As slepe is whan tyme is therto There nis nother mete ne drynke That sauoryth aman I thynke As slepe whan aman wold fayne No delyte is there agayne With out slepe may nothyng thryue Of al that euer are a lyue For that ordayned god the nyght Therein to rest and slepe euery wyght Slepe norysshes mannys kynde And beastes as that men fynde Man beast ne foule is none So iolyfe nor so wel be gone Hold hym fro slepe agayne his wyl Thou mayst hym sone spyl And cause hym to lese both flesshe and blode Be he neuer so totter and wode Wherfore is slepe sykerly The sauorest thyng that I wot truly ¶ The CCC.xj questyon ¶ Of what maner of what bounte Ought kynges and lordes to be LOrdes kinges ought ryght wel To be trewe as eny stele In worde ī werke to their myght And with iustyce deme a ryght Uyse them wel also to be Curteys meke and of pyte And to mysdoars neuerthelesse Stout to deme theyr wickydnesse For he may neuer god wel plese Nor his lordshyp in honour with ese That sparyth wickednesse to shent And god is not there with content They ought also to be doughty Wygrous and fers of theyr body Large and geuyng courtesly Theyr state may they maynteyne ther by To pouer they ought be mercyable And vnto the rych stable And aboue al thyng To worke the wyl of heuyn kyng For he hath them lordes set Good to do and yī to let ¶ The CCC.xij questyon ¶ Swete that cometh of the body How comes it wherof and why Swete kyndly cometh comenly Of wicked blod in the body That steryth somtyme and hath no roo And other humours hym mynges to And whan they to gether take Great hete in the body they make And that hete that is within Maketh the body as it shuld brynne And that body that is so hote Anon castes out the swote The kynd clensys ther with all But ouer moch hurte shall ¶ The CCC.xiij questyon ¶ Which are the best hewes that ere Of clothyng men for to were BEst hewes that may be To mannys clothyng are thre That are rede whyte and grene And for thes causes I it mene The red supposys regalyte And is colour of dygnyte It geuyth the werer moch blys And to the sonne lyckened it is Whyte wede is a worthy thyng And of aungels it is clothyng Hyt makyth hym mylde that it weryth And hewe of the mone it beryth Grene is a precyons colour And shuld be hold in honour Of al other most is it borne For gras tre and also corne And al that waxyth in erth by dene Al is it clad in grene And that most thynges are clad with al Dygnyest hewe men hold shal ¶ The CCC.xiiij questyon ¶ Seyng men grene a good hew call Which is the grenest thyng of al THe grenest thyng is water I wene For waters make al thyng grene And ware not of water the moystyng Shuld no grene thyng spryng Grasses that on hylles are standyng There no water is rennyng With rayne and dewes of the ayre Waxe they both grene and fayre And seyng grennesse is by watrys myght Than is it grenest with ryght ¶ The CCC.xv. questyon ¶ Tel me now so haue thou blys Which is the fattest thyng that is FAttest thyng that is of kynde Than is erth that men fynde For trees and al othere thynge Of the fatnesse of erth sprynge And ware fattnesse of the erth no whore Shuld they neuer spryng more Of the fatnesse of erth comyth al That they spryng and waxe with al Of erth take they theyr nature And els myght they not endure ¶ The CCC.xvj questyon ¶ Whether is bettar at the deth day Repentaunce or hope of blys for ay BOth are good soth to say Unto man whan he shal deye Repentaunce is good to haue But good hope shal aman more saue For euery man that deye shal May not repent hym of al For thy behouyth hym nedly Trust hym al in goddys mercy But he that in no hope is For to come to heuyn blys Shal he neuer come therin Be he neuer so clene of synne But he that hath al his trust That god is of mercy most That trust shal saue hym at the last Whan other shal be out cast ¶ The CCC.xvij questyon ¶ Shal men greue make euyl chere For aman that deyes here By kynde men wepe and make care Whan theyr frendes fro them fare Neuerthelesse the man that ay Hath kept goddys law I say Of his deeth no sorow is For he goyth vnto blys There to be for euer more Hym shuld no man sorow sore But he that in god trustes nought Nor his cōmaundment hath not wrought And dyeth so in that entent And is so to helle went For hym is sorow to make That he such lyfe wold not for