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Adam oure fader, and his wyf also, |
220 | Fro Paradys to labour and to wo |
| Were dryven for that vice, it is no drede. |
| For whil that Adam fasted, as I rede, |
| He was in Paradys, and whan that he |
| Eet of the fruyt deffended on the tree, |
225 | Anon he was out cast to wo and peyne. |
| O glotonye, on thee wel oghte us pleyne! |
| O, wiste a man how manye maladyes |
| Folwen of excesse and of goltonyes, |
| He wolde been the moore mesurable |
230 | Of his diete, sittynge at his table. |
| Allas, the shorte throte, the tendre mouth |
| Maketh that est and west and north and south |
| In erthe, in eir, in water, man to swynke |
| To gete a glotoun deyntee mete and drynke! |
235 | Of this matiere, O Paul! wel kanstow trete: |
| "Mete unto wombe and wombe eek unto mete |
| Shal God destroyen bothe," as Paulus seith. |
| Allas, a foul thyng is it, by my feith, |
| To seye this word, and fouler is the dede |
240 | Whan man so drynketh of the white and rede |
| That of his throte he maketh his pryvee |
| Thurgh thilke cursed superfluitee. |
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| Adam our father, and his wife also, |
220 | From Paradise to labour and to woe |
| Were driven for that vice, no doubt; indeed |
| The while that Adam fasted, as I read, |
| He was in Paradise; but then when he |
| Ate of the fruit forbidden of the tree, |
225 | Anon he was cast out to woe and pain. |
| O gluttony, of you we may complain! |
| Oh, knew a man how many maladies |
| Follow on excess and on gluttonies, |
| Surely he would be then more moderate |
230 | In diet, and at table more sedate. |
| Alas! The throat so short, the tender mouth, |
| Causing that east and west and north and south, |
| In earth, in air, in water men shall swink |
| To get a glutton dainty meat and drink! |
235 | Of this same matter Paul does wisely treat: |
| "Meat for the belly and belly for the meat: |
| And both shall God destroy," as Paul does say. |
| Alas! A foul thing is it, by my fay, |
| To speak this word, and fouler is the deed, |
240 | When man so guzzles of the white and red |
| That of his own throat makes he his privy, |
| Because of this cursed superfluity. |
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