The pycture on the fyrst {that} standeth at my bake Sheweth the {the} present tyme of pylgremage Of whiche before I vnto the spake Whiche is the tyme of daungerous passage The seconde dyscrettly agayne my vysage The tyme expresseth of Deuyacyon Whyle paynyme lawe had the domynacyon

The thryd wall standyng on my lyfe honde The tyme representeth of Reuocacyon And the fourthe standyng on my ryght honde Determyneth the tyme of Reconsylyacyon This is the effecte of thy vysyon Wherfore the nedeth no more theron to muse Hit were but veyne thy wyttes to dysuse

But duryng the tym of Reconsylyacyon Thy tyme of pylgremage loke well {thou} spende And then woll gracyous Predestynacyon Original has Bryng the to glory at thy law ende well instead And euen with that came to my mynde of woll My fyrst conclusyon that I was aboute To haue dreuen er slepe made me to lute

That is to say how Sensualyte {With} Reason to acorde myght be brought aboute Whiche caused me to knele downe on my kne And beseke Doctryne determyne that doute Oo Lord god sayd Doctry{n}e canst {thou} not withoute Me that conclusyon bryng to an ende Ferre is fro the wytte & ferther good mende

And euen with that Dethe gan appere Shewyng hymselfe as though that he wolde His darte haue occupyed within that herbere But there was none for hym yong nor olde Saue oonly I Doctrine hym tolde And when I herde hyr with hym comon thus I me withdrew behynde Morpleus.

Dredyng full sore lest he with his dart. Through Doctrynes wordes ony entresse. In me wolde haue had or claymed ony part Which sholde haue caused me grete heuynesse Within whiche tyme & short processe Came thyder Reason and Sensualyte. A quoth Doctryne ryght welcome be ye

Hit is not long sythe we of you spake Ye must er ye goo determyne a doute And euen with that she the mater brake To theym & tolde hit euery where aboute I wolde haue be thens yf I had moute For fere I loked as blake as a cole I wolde haue cropen in a mouse hole

What quoth Doctryne where is he now That meu[i]d this mater straunge & dyffuse He is a cowarde I make myn auow He hyded his hede his mocyon to refuse Blame hym not q{uo}d Reason alway {that} to vse When he seeth Dethe soo nere at his honde Yet is his part hym to withstonde

Or at the leste way elles fro hym flee Original has As longe as he may who dooth other wyse fym instead Is an ydeote quoth Sensualytee of hym Who dredeth not Dethe wyse men hym dyspyse What said Doctryne how long hathe this gyse Be holden & vsed thus atwixe you tweyne Ye were not wonte to acorde certeyne

Yes quoth Reason in this poynt alway To euery man haue we yeuen our counsayll Dethe for to flee as long as they may Although wo otherwyse haue done our trauayl Eche other to represse yet withoute fayll In that poynt oonly dyscordeth we neuer Thus condescended therin be we for euer

Aha sayd Doctryne then is the conclusyon Clerely determined of the gret doute That here wes meuyd & halfe in derysyon She me then called & bade me loke oute Come forthe she sayd & feere not this route And euen with that Reason & Sensualyte And Dethe fro thens were vanysshed all thre

Then loked I forthe as Doctryne me badde When Dethe was gone me thought I was bolde To shewe myselfe but yet was I sadde Me thought my doute was not as I wolde Clerely and openly declared & tolde Hit sowned to me as a parable Derke as a myste or a fayned fable Original has myhe instead And Doctryne my conceyte gan espy of myste Wherfore sayd she standest thou soo styll Wherin is thy thought arte thou in stody Of thy questyon hast thou not thy fyll To the declared tell me thy wyll. Herdest thou not Reason & Sensualyte Declared thy doute here before the

Forsothe quoth I I herde what they sayde But neuerthelesse my wytte is so thynne And also of Dethe I was so afrayde That hit is out where hit vent ynne And so that mater can I not wynne Without your helpe & benyuolence Therof to expresse the veray sentence

Well quod Doctryne then yeue attendaunce Vnto my wordes & thou shalt here Openly declared the concordaunce Atwene Sensualyte & Reason in fere If thou take hede hit clerely dooth apere How they were knette in one opynyon Bothe agayn Dethe helde contradyccon

Whiche concordaunce no more sygnyfyeth To playne vnderstandyng but in euery mane Bothe Sensualyte & Reason applyeth Rather Dethe to flee then with hir to be tane Loo in that poynt accorde they holly thane And in all other they clerely dyscorde Thus is trewly set thy doubtfull monacorde

I heryng that kneled on my kne And thanked her lowly for her dyscyplyne That she wouchesafe of her benygnyte Of tho gret doubtes me to enlumyne Well was she worthy to be called Doctryne If it had be no more but for the solucyon Of my demaunde & of this straunge vysyon

And as I with myne hede began for to bow As me well ought to do her reuerence She thens departed I can not tell how But within a moment gone was she thens Then sayd Morpleus let vs go hens what sholde we here tarye lengere Hast thou not herde a generall answere

To all thy materes that thou lyst to meue My tyme draweth nere that I must rest And euen therewith he toke me by the sleue And sayd goo we hens for that sholde I best As good is ynough as a grete fest Thou hast seen ynough holde the content And euen with {that} forthe with hym I went

Tyll he had me brought agene to my bedde where he me founde and then pryuely Original has He stale awaye I coude not vnderstande pruyely were he became but sodeynly instead of As he came he went I tell you veryly pryuely whiche done fro slepe I gan to awake My body all in swet began for to shake

For drede of the syght that I had sene wenyng to me all had be trew Actuelly done where I had bene That batyll holde twene Vyce & Vertew But when I see hit hit was but a whew A dreme a fantasy & a thyng of nought To study thereon I had nomore thought

Tyll at the last I gan me bethynke For what cause shewed was this vysyon I knew not wherefore I toke pen & ynke And paper therof to make mencyon In wrytyng takyng consyderacyon That noo defaute were found in me whereon accused I ought for to be

For slouthe that I had left hit vntolde Neyther by mouthe nor in remembrau{n}ce Put it in wrytyng where thorugh manyfolde wayes of accusacio{n} myght torne me to greuau{n}ce All this I sawe as I lay in a traunce But wheder it was with myne ey bodely Or not in certayn god knoweth & not I

That to dyscerne I purpose not to dele Soo large by my wyll it longeth not to me were hit dreme or vysyon for your owne wele All that shall hit rede here rad or se Take thereof the best & let the worst be Try out the corne clene from the chaff And then may ye say ye have a sure staff

To stande by at nede of ye wyll it holde And walke by the way of Vertue But alwey beware be ye yong or olde That your Frewyll ay to Vertue more Apply than to Vyce the easyer may be bore The burden of the felde that ye dayly fyght Agayn your .iii. enemyes for all her gret myght

That is to say the Deuyll & the Flesshe And also the worlde with hith his glosyng chere Whyche on you loketh euer newe & fresshe But he is not as he dooth apere Loke ye kepe you ay out of his daungere And soo the vyctory shall ye obteyne Vyce fro you exyled & Vertue in you reyne

And then shall ye haue the tru{m}phall guerdon That god reserued to euery creature Aboue in his celestyall mansyon Ioye & blysse infynyte eternally to endure Wherof we say we wolde fayne be sure But the way thyderwarde to holde be we lothe That oft sythe causeth {the} good lord to be wrothe

And by our deserte our habytacyon chau{n}geth Fro Ioye to payne & woo perpetuelly From his gloryous syght thus he vs estrau{n}geth For our vycyous lyuyng thorugh our owne foly Wherfore let vs praye to that lorde of glory Whyle we in erthe be {that} he wyll yeue vs grace So vs here to guyde that we may haue a place

Accordyng to oure Regeneracyon Which heuenly spyrytes his name to magnyfy. Whiche downe descendeth for oure redempcyon Offryng hymselfe on the crosse to his fad{er} on hy Now benygne Ihesu that boren was of Mary All that to this vysyon haue gyue{n} her audyence Graunte eternal Ioye after thy last se{n}tence

A M E N

Here endeth a lytyll Treatyse named The assemble of goddes

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