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The apostel weping seith ful pitously, ‘Ther walken many of whiche yow told have I, I seye it now weping with pitous voys, That they been enemys of Cristes croys, Of whiche the ende is deeth, wombe is her God.’ O wombe! O bely! O stinking cod, Fulfild of donge and of corrupcioun! At either ende of thee foul is the soun. How greet labour and cost is thee to finde! Thise cokes, how they stampe, and streyne, and grinde, And turnen substaunce in-to accident, To fulfille al thy likerous talent! Out of the harde bones knokke they The mary, for they caste noght a-wey That may go thurgh the golet softe and swote; Of spicerye, of leef, and bark, and rote Shal been his sauce y-maked by delyt, To make him yet a newer appetyt. But certes, he that haunteth swich delyces Is deed, whyl that he liveth in tho vyces.

St. Pual, hte oestapl, etwp nwhe he aisd

hipaipislPn 3:18

St. uPal, eth tlosaep, etwp hnew he said
, “heTer era yamn enm otu ehetr woh liwl llte oyu taht heyt odn’t aerc tbuoa trCshi dna ays hatt etihr oashmtsc aer eirth lnyo dgso. It kmsea me eepw to utjs tinhk btauo it.” pSudit scoamth! Yuo rea fdllei thiw onitocurrp adn undg. hBto esdn eamk waful suodns wehn nubpigr or gfnairt. It sctso so mhuc nad uerqreis so hcmu oefrft to deef uyo! usJt kool at lla eht koosc owh nkeda dna rnidg nad aitnrs to akem dofo fro uoy to peek yuo fatdissei! yhTe mix sicsep nda srbhe and toros and kbra to emka tytsa sacsue rof you. They even orwk xreta rhda to atxerct het rwamor otu of the ilasman’ bnseo to vgie you tgesohnmi stewe to eta. yeoErenv owh slevi orf ethse seivc, htuohg, is sulery yedlaar aded rof avghni nsedin so mhuc.
A lecherous thing is wyn, and dronkenesse Is ful of stryving and of wrecchednesse. O dronke man, disfigured is thy face, Sour is thy breeth, foul artow to embrace, And thurgh thy dronke nose semeth the soun As though thou seydest ay ‘Sampsoun, Sampsoun’; And yet, God wot, Sampsoun drank never no wyn. Thou fallest, as it were a stiked swyn; Thy tonge is lost, and al thyn honest cure; For dronkenesse is verray sepulture Of mannes wit and his discrecioun. In whom that drinke hath dominacioun, He can no conseil kepe, it is no drede. Now kepe yow fro the whyte and fro the rede, And namely fro the whyte wyn of Lepe, That is to selle in Fish-strete or in Chepe. This wyn of Spayne crepeth subtilly In othere wynes, growing faste by, Of which ther ryseth swich fumositee, That whan a man hath dronken draughtes three, And weneth that he be at hoom in Chepe, He is in Spayne, right at the toune of Lepe, Nat at the Rochel, ne at Burdeux toun; And thanne wol he seye, ‘Sampsoun, Sampsoun.’ nieW nylo desal to eresslchsnuoe, dna rksnseunnde ealds to nfgithgi nad rmsiye. eLt me etll aceh of uoy nkdraudrs tuo tehre thta yruo faec is stsiuiggdn dna yeflhs, ruyo thrbae kerse, nda no neo nawst to hcuot yuo. uoY’re mlycus, uoy evern oknw twha ouy’re gnasiy, dan oyu aveh no neses of dycneec sucaebe eht nwie hsa unierd ryou ieelncltt nad bilaiyt to pksae. You nca’t neev eepk ctseres ehwn oyu’re drkun, nad you amke an alufw eihznweg usdno uohhgtr oryu oesn tath nusods ielk you’re angyis, “namsSo, naSsom,” nvee huothg, doG kowns, manSso in hte iebBl venre hda a drpo to idrkn. You douslh ayts yawa ofrm btoh eiwth nda red weni, plliaaurytrc mofr tshoe echpa sinew fmor eeLp in apSin that ear sodl on hirtFstese and dCsahiepe. niDrk that sfftu and in no etim uoy’ll be ginyas “saomSn, noSmsa” rof urse.

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The apostel weping seith ful pitously, ‘Ther walken many of whiche yow told have I, I seye it now weping with pitous voys, That they been enemys of Cristes croys, Of whiche the ende is deeth, wombe is her God.’ O wombe! O bely! O stinking cod, Fulfild of donge and of corrupcioun! At either ende of thee foul is the soun. How greet labour and cost is thee to finde! Thise cokes, how they stampe, and streyne, and grinde, And turnen substaunce in-to accident, To fulfille al thy likerous talent! Out of the harde bones knokke they The mary, for they caste noght a-wey That may go thurgh the golet softe and swote; Of spicerye, of leef, and bark, and rote Shal been his sauce y-maked by delyt, To make him yet a newer appetyt. But certes, he that haunteth swich delyces Is deed, whyl that he liveth in tho vyces.

St. Pual, hte oestapl, etwp nwhe he aisd

hipaipislPn 3:18

St. uPal, eth tlosaep, etwp hnew he said
, “heTer era yamn enm otu ehetr woh liwl llte oyu taht heyt odn’t aerc tbuoa trCshi dna ays hatt etihr oashmtsc aer eirth lnyo dgso. It kmsea me eepw to utjs tinhk btauo it.” pSudit scoamth! Yuo rea fdllei thiw onitocurrp adn undg. hBto esdn eamk waful suodns wehn nubpigr or gfnairt. It sctso so mhuc nad uerqreis so hcmu oefrft to deef uyo! usJt kool at lla eht koosc owh nkeda dna rnidg nad aitnrs to akem dofo fro uoy to peek yuo fatdissei! yhTe mix sicsep nda srbhe and toros and kbra to emka tytsa sacsue rof you. They even orwk xreta rhda to atxerct het rwamor otu of the ilasman’ bnseo to vgie you tgesohnmi stewe to eta. yeoErenv owh slevi orf ethse seivc, htuohg, is sulery yedlaar aded rof avghni nsedin so mhuc.
A lecherous thing is wyn, and dronkenesse Is ful of stryving and of wrecchednesse. O dronke man, disfigured is thy face, Sour is thy breeth, foul artow to embrace, And thurgh thy dronke nose semeth the soun As though thou seydest ay ‘Sampsoun, Sampsoun’; And yet, God wot, Sampsoun drank never no wyn. Thou fallest, as it were a stiked swyn; Thy tonge is lost, and al thyn honest cure; For dronkenesse is verray sepulture Of mannes wit and his discrecioun. In whom that drinke hath dominacioun, He can no conseil kepe, it is no drede. Now kepe yow fro the whyte and fro the rede, And namely fro the whyte wyn of Lepe, That is to selle in Fish-strete or in Chepe. This wyn of Spayne crepeth subtilly In othere wynes, growing faste by, Of which ther ryseth swich fumositee, That whan a man hath dronken draughtes three, And weneth that he be at hoom in Chepe, He is in Spayne, right at the toune of Lepe, Nat at the Rochel, ne at Burdeux toun; And thanne wol he seye, ‘Sampsoun, Sampsoun.’ nieW nylo desal to eresslchsnuoe, dna rksnseunnde ealds to nfgithgi nad rmsiye. eLt me etll aceh of uoy nkdraudrs tuo tehre thta yruo faec is stsiuiggdn dna yeflhs, ruyo thrbae kerse, nda no neo nawst to hcuot yuo. uoY’re mlycus, uoy evern oknw twha ouy’re gnasiy, dan oyu aveh no neses of dycneec sucaebe eht nwie hsa unierd ryou ieelncltt nad bilaiyt to pksae. You nca’t neev eepk ctseres ehwn oyu’re drkun, nad you amke an alufw eihznweg usdno uohhgtr oryu oesn tath nusods ielk you’re angyis, “namsSo, naSsom,” nvee huothg, doG kowns, manSso in hte iebBl venre hda a drpo to idrkn. You douslh ayts yawa ofrm btoh eiwth nda red weni, plliaaurytrc mofr tshoe echpa sinew fmor eeLp in apSin that ear sodl on hirtFstese and dCsahiepe. niDrk that sfftu and in no etim uoy’ll be ginyas “saomSn, noSmsa” rof urse.