By Geoffrey Chaucer
Truth 1 Flee fro the prees and dwelle with sothfastnesse;
Truth 2 Suffyce unto thy thing, though it be smal,
Truth 3 For hord hath hate, and climbing tikelnesse,
Truth 4 Prees hath envye, and wele blent overal.
Truth 5 Savour no more than thee bihove shal,
Truth 6 Reule wel thyself that other folk canst rede,
Truth 7 And trouthe thee shal delivere, it is no drede.
Truth 8 Tempest thee noght al croked to redresse
Truth 9 In trust of hir that turneth as a bal;
Truth 10 Gret reste stant in litel besinesse.
Truth 11 Be war therfore to sporne ayeyns an al,
Truth 12 Stryve not, as doth the crokke with the wal.
Truth 13 Daunte thyself, that dauntest otheres dede,
Truth 14 And trouthe thee shal delivere, it is no drede.
Truth 15 That thee is sent, receyve in buxumnesse;
Truth 16 The wrastling for this world axeth a fal.
Truth 17 Her is non hoom, her nis but wildernesse:
Truth 18 Forth, pilgrim, forth! Forth, beste, out of thy stal!
Truth 19 Know thy contree, look up, thank God of al;
Truth 20 Hold the heye wey and lat thy gost thee lede,
Truth 21 And trouthe thee shal delivere, it is no drede.
Truth 22 Therfore, thou Vache, leve thyn old wrecchednesse;
Truth 23 Unto the world leve now to be thral.
Truth 24 Crye him mercy, that of his hy goodnesse
Truth 25 Made thee of noght, and in especial
Truth 26 Draw unto him, and pray in general
Truth 27 For thee, and eek for other, hevenlich mede;
Truth 28 And trouthe thee shal delivere, it is no drede.