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A BALLAD SENT TO KING RICHARD.
SOMETIME
this world was so steadfast and stable,
That man's word was held obligation;
And now it is so false and deceivable,*
*deceitful
That word and work, as in conclusion,
Be nothing one; for turned up so down
Is all this world, through meed* and wilfulness,
*bribery
That all is lost for lack of steadfastness.
What makes this world to be so variable,
But lust* that folk have in dissension?
*pleasure
For now-a-days a man is held unable*
*fit for nothing
*But if* he can, by some collusion,** *unless*
*fraud, trick
Do his neighbour wrong or oppression.
What causeth this but wilful wretchedness,
That all is lost for lack of steadfastness?
Truth is put down, reason is holden fable;
Virtue hath now no domination;
Pity exil'd, no wight is merciable;
Through covetise is blent* discretion;
*blinded
The worlde hath made permutation
From right to wrong, from truth to fickleness,
That all is lost for lack of steadfastness.
L'Envoy.
O Prince! desire to be honourable;
Cherish thy folk, and hate extortion;
Suffer nothing that may be reprovable* *a
subject of reproach
To thine estate, done in thy region;*
*kingdom
Show forth the sword of castigation;
Dread God, do law, love thorough worthiness,
And wed thy folk again to steadfastness!
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