¶ Mathy and Barnabe drawyng lottys stode
¶ Nexte whome was Marke a Lyon hym by.
¶ Hys boke holdyng & Mathew in his mode.
¶ Resembled an aungell wyth wyngys gloryously.
¶ Luke had a calfe to holde his boke on hye.
¶ And Iohan wyth a cuppe & palme in his honde.
¶ An Egle bare his book thus saw I hem stonde
¶ Gregory and Ierome Austyn and Ambrose.
¶ Wyth pyllyons on ther hedes stode lyke doctors
¶ Bernard wyth Amselme and as I suppose.
¶ Thomas of alquyne and Domynyk confessours.
¶ Benet and Hew relygyous gouernours.
¶ Martyn & Iohan with bysshops tweyne.
¶ Were there also and Crysostom certayne.
¶ Behynd all thyse was worshypfull Bede.
¶ All behynde and next hym stood Orygene.
¶ Hydynge his face as he of his dede.
¶ Had hem ashamed ye wote what I mene.
¶ For of errour he was not al clene.
¶ And on that syde stode laste of alle.
¶ The noble prophetyssa Sybell men her call.
¶ Let me remembre now I you pray
¶ My barayn is so thynne I deme in my herte
¶ Some of the felyshyp that I there say.
¶ In all this whyle to haue ouersterte.
¶ A benedicite none coude I aduerte.
¶ To thynke on Andrew the apostle with his crosse.
¶ Whome to forgete were a grete losse.
¶ Many one were peynted on that wall.
¶ Whoos names come not to my remembraunce.
¶ But thyse I marked in especyall.
¶ And moo coude I tell in countenaunce.
¶ Of tyme but forth to shewe you the substaunce.
¶ Of this mater in the myndys of that arbere.
¶ Sat Doctryne coloured as ony crystall clere.
¶ Crowned as I tolde you late here before.
¶ Whoos apparayl wos worth tresour Infynyte
¶ All erthly rychesse count I no more.
¶ To that in comparyson valewyng then a myte.
¶ Ouer her hede houed a culuer fayr & whyte.
¶ Out of her byll proceded a grete leme.
¶ Downward to Doctryne lyke a sonne beme
¶ The wordes of Doctryne yaue grete redolens
¶ In swetnesse of sauour to her dyscyples al.
¶ It fer exceded myr & frankencense.
¶ Or ony other tre spyce or els galle.
¶ And whan she me espyed anone she gan me cal.
¶ And commaunded morpleus that he shold bryng me nere
¶ For she wold me hew the effect of my desyre.
¶ She sayd I know the cause of thy comyng.
¶ Is to vnderstond be myn enformal yon.
¶ Sensyble the mater of morpleus his shewynge
¶ As he hath the led about in vesyon.
¶ Wherfore now I apply thy natural reason.
¶ Vnto my wordes & or thou hens wend.
¶ Thou shalt it know begynnyng and ende.
¶ For whan Colus to pluto was broughte:
¶ By hys owne neclygence taken prysonere.
¶ Wythin the erth for he so fer foughte.
¶ Sygnyfed is no more be that matere.
¶ But only to shew the how it doth appere:
¶ That welth vnbrydeled at thyn eye.
¶ Enbraseth mysrewle and oft causyth foly.
¶ For lyke as Colus beyng at his large
¶ Streyted hymself thrugh his own lewdenesse
¶ For he wolde deele where he had no charge
¶ Ryght soo wantons by her wyldenesse
¶ Oftesythe bryng hymselfe in dystresse
¶ Because they sometyme to largely deele
¶ What may wors be suffred than ouermykell weele
