Domine, Saluu_m_ Fac Regem
Hill’s Text.
¶ Go, litill[e] Ioh[=n], & who doth you oppose,
sayenge yo_u_r quayre, kepeth no_n_ accordavnce;
Tell[e] hy_m_ as 3*et neyther_e_ i_n_ ryme ne p_r_ose
ye ben exp_er_te; p_ra_y hy_m_ of suffraunce.
Chyldren[1] muste be of childy gou_er_navnce,
[Sidenote 1: MS. Clyldren.]
& also thei muste entreted be 524
W_i_t_h_ easy thynge, & not w_i_t_h_ subtilte.
¶ Go, lytill[e] quayer, submyte you eu_er_y where
vnder correcc_i_on of benevolence;
& wher envy ys, loke you cu_m_ not ther_e_, 528
ffor any thyng kepe yo_u_r treatye thens;
Envye ys full of froward reprehens,
& how to hurte lyeth ever i_n_ a-wayte;
kepe yo_u_r quayre that yt be not ther bayte. 532
Here endyth A lytyll[e] treatyse
called the boke of curtesy or litill[e] Ioh_a_n.