Rere sopers yn pryuyte.See also Lydgate's "A Dietary and a Doctrine for Pestilence" in Minor Poems (see entry in Select Bibliography to Payne and Sorowe of Evyll Maryage, p. 215):
Wyþ glotonye echoune þey be,
And þyr ys moche waste ynne,
And gaderyng of oþuer synne. (Lines 7261-64)
Suffre no surfitis in thyn hous at nyht,76 surfett. MS: furfett; H: surfett. Since the MED does not list furfett, it is more likely than surfett is intended. The stanza (i.e., lines 73 ff.) is somewhat different in La:
War of rer sopers and of gret excesse. (Lines 137-38)
And sonne, sitte not up at euen to longe,81-88 No equivalent to this stanza is found in B or La.
Neither vse no rere souperis late;
Þou3 þou be boþe hool an strong,
Wt such outrage it wole aslake;
And of late walking comeþ debate,
And out of tyme to sitte & drink,
Þerfore be waar & keep þi state,
And go to bedde bi tyme, & wynke.
In Stans Puer ad Mensam, Lydgate (Minor Poems, p. 743-44) advises:
Man or womman þat haþ a chyld,
Þat wyþ vnþewes wexyþ wyld,
Þat wyle boþe mysseye and do,
Chastysement behouyþ þar to.
But 3e hem chastyse at 3our myght,
3e falle ellys for hem yn plyght.
Better were þe chyld vnbore
Þan fayle chastysyng & seþen lore.
Þus seyþ þe wys kyng salomoun
To men and wymmen eurychoun:
"Wyle 3e þat 3oure chylder be aferd,
3euyþ hem þe smert ende of þe 3erd
And techeþ hem gode þewes echoun,
3yt dur 3ow breke hem no boun." (Lines 4851-64)
bad manners
manners
In childeris werre now myrthe, not debate,120 reyse a smoke. This seems to be an idiomatic expression meaning to make a public complaint.
In her quarell is no great vyolence;
Now pley, now wepyng, selde in an estate;
To her pleyntes yeve no gret credence;
A rod refourmeth al her insolence;
In her corage no rancour doth abyde;
Who spareth the yerde, al vertue set asyde. (Lines 85-91)
Thei prechen ous in audience165 withowten othe. A conventional expression found in a number of romances and didactic works which emphasize the importance of verbal commitments.
That noman schal his soule empeire,
For al is bot a chirie feire. (P.452-54)
Somtime I drawe into memoire
Hou sorwe mai noght evere laste;
And so comth hope in ate laste,
What I non other fode knowe.
And that endureth bot a throwe,
Riht as it were a cherie feste. (6.886-91)
And therfore do thou bi my councelle,182 The moost thyng that certeyn ys. Fi has The moost certeyn thyng that ys.
And take ensample of othir men,
How litil her good dooth hem availe
Whanne their be dolven in her den,
And he that was not of hys kyn
Hath his wiif, and al that there is.
Sonne, kepe thee out of deedly synne,
And asaye to gete thee paradiis. (Lines 129-36)