P) Loo, my child, this faders avncyente
    Repen the fyldes ffresshe of fulsomnes; 401
  the flowres fresshe thei gadered vp, & hente. 
    Off syluer langage the greate ryches
  who will[e] yt haue, my child, dowtles 404
    Muste of the_m_ bege:  ther_e_ ys no more to saye,
    ffor of owr_e_ tonge thei were both loke & keye;

P) Ther ca_n_ no ma_n_ ther werkes dysteyne: 
    The enbamed tonge & avreat sentence, 408
  Me_n_ gete yt now by ca_n_telmele, & glene
    here & ther_e_ by besy delygence,
    & fayne wold reche ther crafte of eloqvence;
      & by the gleyne ytt ys full[e] ofte sene 412
      In whose fylde the gleners haue bene.

CAXTON’S TEXT.

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But his werkis / his laude / must nede co_n_q_ue_re
[Sidenote:  His works]
They may neuer / out of remembraunce dye
His werkis shal [=h]is name conueye & bere 395
Aboute the world_e_ / almost eternely
[Sidenote:  shall bear his name about the world almost eternally.]
Lete his owe_n_ werkis preyse hym & magnefie
I dar not preyse / for fere lest I offende
My la_n_gage / shold rather apeyre than amende 399

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[Sidenote:  Leaf 10 b.]

Loo my child_e_ / these faders auncyente
Repen the feldes fresshe of fulsomnes
[Sidenote:  These fathers reaped the fields,]
The flours fresh they gadred vp & hente 402
[Sidenote:  and gathered the flowers.]
Of siluer langage / the grete riches
Who wil it haue my lityl childe doutles
Muste of hem begge / ther is no more to saye
[Sidenote:  He who wants silver words must beg of them.]
For of our tunge / they were both lok & kaye 406

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Ther can noma[=n] now her werkis disteyne
The enbamed tunge / and aureate sentence
Men gete it now / by cantelmele & gleyne 409
[Sidenote:  Now we only glean,]
Here and there by besy diligence
And fayne wold reche / her craft of eloque_n_ce
And by the gleyne / it is ful oft sene
In whos felde / the gleyners haue bene 413
[Sidenote:  and by the gleaning one sees in whose fields the
gleaners have been.]

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THE ORIEL TEXT.

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As vnto me Age hath bede good morowe,
  I am not able clenly for to gleyne,
Nature is feyne of crafte here eien to borowe, 416
  Me fayleth clerenesse of myn eien tweyne;
  Begge I may, I can no gleyn certeyn,
    Ther-for that werke I wolle playnly remytte
    To folke yong, more p_er_saunt clere of wytte. 420