For I am alway your mynde techynge

And without me your tale were but a fable

For ye without wytte sholde alway bable

 This wyll I proue by myn opynyon

That I am grounde of the artes seuen

And of all good werkes in cõmunyon

For no man without me can go to heuen

My dedys be merueylous for man to neuen

Whan they beu wrought in to theyr degre

Who that wyll lerne theym he hath the lyberte

 Of my dedes bokes do make recorde

The whiche clerkes put into remembraunce

For an example without dyscorde

Of heuenly way by vertuous gouernaunce

Without me man can haue no pleasaunce

Nor yet hym rule in no maner wyse

A man without wytte is to dyspyse

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 Hardynes without prudence may not auayle

Though that a man be neuer so sturdy

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