E Dedly Sinne, Thurgh Which Division Cam Inne 1010 Among The Men In Erthe Hiere, And Was The Cause And The Matiere Why God The Grete Flodes Sende, Of Al The World And Made An Ende Bot Noe5 With His Felaschipe, Which Only Weren Saulf Be Schipe. And Over That Thurgh Senne It Com That Nembrot Such Emprise Nom, Whan He The Tour Babel On Heihte Let Make, As He That Wolde Feihte 1020 Ayein The Hihe Goddes Myht, Wherof Divided Anon Ryht Was The Langage In Such Entente, Ther Wiste Non What Other Mente, So That Thei Myhten Noght Procede. And Thus It Stant Of Every Dede, Wher Senne Takth The Cause On Honde, It May Upriht Noght Longe Stonde; For Senne Of His Condicioun Is Moder Of Divisioun 1030 And Tokne Whan The World Schal Faile. For So Seith Crist Withoute Faile, That Nyh Upon The Worldes Ende Pes And Acord Awey Schol Wende And Alle Charite Schal Cesse, Among The Men And Hate Encresce; And Whan These Toknes Ben Befalle, Al Sodeinly The Ston Schal Falle, As Daniel It Hath Beknowe, Which Al This World Schal Overthrowe, 1040 And Every Man Schal Thanne Arise To Joie Or Elles To Juise, Wher That He Schal For Evere Dwelle, Or Straght To Hevene Or Straght To Helle. In Hevene Is Pes And Al Acord, Bot Helle Is Full Of Such Descord That Ther May Be No Loveday: Forthi Good Is, Whil A Man May, Echon To Sette Pes With Other And Loven As His Oghne Brother; 1050 So May He Winne Worldes Welthe And Afterward His Soule Helthe. Bot Wolde God That Now Were On An Other Such As Arion, Which Hadde An Harpe Of Such Temprure, And Therto Of So Good Mesure He Song, That He The Bestes Wilde Made Of His Note Tame And Milde, The Hinde In Pes With The Leoun, The Wolf In Pes With The Moltoun, 1060 The Hare In Pees Stod With The Hound; And Every Man Upon This Ground Which Arion That Time Herde, Als Wel The Lord As The Schepherde, He Broghte Hem Alle In Good Acord; So That The Comun With The Lord, And Lord With The Comun Also, He Sette In Love Bothe Tuo And Putte Awey Malencolie. That Was A Lusti Melodie, 1070 Whan Every Man With Other Low; And If Ther Were Such On Now, Which Cowthe Harpe As He Tho Dede, He Myhte Availe In Many A Stede To Make Pes Wher Now Is Hate; For Whan Men Thenken To Debate, I Not What Other Thing Is Good. Bot Wher That Wisdom Waxeth Wod, And Reson Torneth Into Rage, So That Mesure Upon Oultrage 1080 Hath Set His World, It Is To Drede; For That Bringth In The Comun Drede, Which Stant At Every Mannes Dore: Bot Whan The Scharpnesse Of The Spore The Horse Side Smit To Sore, It Grieveth Ofte. And Now Nomore, As Forto Speke Of This Matiere, Which Non Bot Only God May Stiere. Explicit Prologus