restitucion but the byer bought it to suche a pris yt he may yit wele saue his owne If the corn be stole or it be tithed and the lorde of the corne wer̄ to slowe in the tithing &
nun{quam}. If a man le¦ne old corne to haue therfore ne∣we corne at heruyste / and wole nat take olde corn for old corne. as good for as gode. Whāne the borower may pay it he doth vsu¦rie as saith
doubte no thin¦ge. thou sayllest well / ¶After the twen¦ty dayes. they londed in Britayne. whe¦re soo grete necescyte of corn was. that they of the londe for grete derth suffred grete hungre / Wherby they were recey∣ued in grete
habytacyon they made lyghtely redy a matte. And they as wyllynge for to take theyr nyghte reste in an other corn they dyde caste there theyr gyrdels a vestymentes. And as ye two brethern dysposed them selfe for to slepe
hens / for ye de¦serte & dyffame this place. And whan in tyme of heruest they wente for to re¦pe corn for to gete there theyr prouysy∣on for theyr lyuyng. He sayd to them / that he gaaf them no
fourme to lyue & do vertuos ope¦racōns. And also we ought to obeye to our souerayne prelates.¶A brother of Sychye wyllyng to go to heruest / in the season whan the corn and graynes be gadred in cam to an
the wynde bloweth it is more daūgero{us} vpon ye see / than in other regyons. In ye contree was neyther corn ne trees / for the londe ouer all remeued with ye wyn¦de as pould{er} & dust / except bytwene
thou sellest thy chaf∣fare the derer for the lone. ¶Another whan thou hast a thyng to fore the tyme. as corn or it be rype. ¶Another whan thou takest the beeste of a poure man wyth this condicion. yt yf
Howe Aryperton was drowned with his richesse.aFter whoos deth pitously pleynyngeTofore Iohn bochas cam aripertonOf Lumbardye whilom lorde and kyngeWhich lyke a fole of high presumpcionAll causeles toke occasionOf volunte there is nomore to sayAgeyn the duke of Bagaroys
DIues. Yf all men were as poo¦reas thou art thou sholdest fa¦refull euyll. ¶Pauper. Yf allmen were so riche as ye ben / ye sholdefare moche worse / who sholde tyle yourlōde / holde your plough / repe your
of bythe lawe. Also he excused his discyplesyt they gadred the eerys in the felde inthe sabbot & ete the corn Ma.xij. Foras he sayth there / god loueth bettermercy & pyte / than ony sacrefyce.Caplm .xv.NEuerthelesse notwithstondyn¦geall this euery
ye gospell wherewe fynde yt the dyscyples of cryste forhongre toke eres in the felde & gnyd∣dedtheym & ete the corn for hongre.The pharysees were asclaūdred ther¦of& sayd to cryste yt his dyscyples dydthynge yt was not leful. And than
/ but moche more synne it is neuerto paye. Ibidem.x.ca. ¶Diues. Ofwhat thynge is a man boūde to tythe¶Pauper. Of corn in heruest / of wy¦nein wendage / of fruyte / of bestyall / ofgardeyne / of yerde / of
and for whom tho were gyuen. Andby suche lyueraunce the colleges bebrought to pouerte / and the poore &the seke that sholde be holpen ther∣byben defrauded & robbed of theyrryght. And persones ben made rycheand the comonte ouer poore
it of hymto the tyme assygned of the paymentso to wynne by his lenynge he doothvsurye. Yf a man lene moneye to res¦ceyuea certayn tyme corn wyne or o∣therthynge herfore he shall take asmoche as cometh therto in tyme of
thy moneye to vsurye / neaxe of hym ouer habondaūce. Ta¦keno more than thou lentest. Thussayth god Leuitici .xxv. Non fenera∣bisfratri tuo &. Thou shalt not leneto thy brother by vsurye neyther mo∣neyene corn ne ony other thynge / but
hym to proude coue¦tous;ethoughtes / & sayd to hymselfe / whatshall I do I haue no housyngeto laye in my corn & my good. I shaldestroye myn olde bernes & garnerysand make newe lenger & larger / andstuffe them full
blood more he wolde haue shedde foryour loue. Moreouer ye shall vnder∣standey• in bodely fyght a man mustchese hym a good groūde & a playneplace to fyght in. For it is not goodryghtynge in myres ne amonge cornin slydre
Bnt helde counseylle as I was bedeAnd told it neuer m other stedeBut lete it passas it comeNow fadre saye what is thy domeAnd how thou wolt yt I be peynedFor fals semblan̄t as I haue feynedMy sone yf
lyueBut euery day to lerne neweBut al the tyme that men seweAnd that the labour forth it broughtThere was no corn though mē it souʒtIn none of al the feldes outeAnd or the wysedome cam abouteOf hem that fyrst tho