The Fire This Time

… is the fire every time.

Worse was it never!

We have plenty of great oaths,

And cloth enough in our clothes,

But charity many men loathes.

Worse was it never!

Alas, now is lechery called love indeed,

And murder named manhood in every need.

[. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .]

There be many goodly gilt knives,

[. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .]

God’s commandments, we break them all ten.

[. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .]

Courtiers go gay and take little wages

And many with harlots at the tavern haunts –

[. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .]

Worse was it never!

(from Hickscorner, ca. 1514. Lines 553-9, 574, 582, 586-7, 597)

Half a millennium later, only the tools change.

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About profmondo

Dad, husband, mostly free individual, medievalist, writer, and drummer. "Gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche."
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