Flee fro the prees and dwelle with sothfastnesse, Suffise thine - TopicsExpress

Flee fro the prees and dwelle with sothfastnesse, Suffise thine owene thynge though hit be smal.. For hord hath hate and clymbyng tikelnesse.. Prees hath envye and wele blent overal.. Savour no more than thee bihove shal.. Reul wel thyself, that other folk canst rede, and trouthe shal delivere.. It is no drede.. Know thy contree, look up, thank God of al! Lat thy gost thee lede, it is no drede.. (Middle English poem) :p