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 And when with care most vigilant he had assuredly Imprinted all things in his hart, he set them openly Abroade for other folk to lerne. He taught his silent sort (Which woondred at the heavenly woordes theyr mayster did report) The first foundation of the world: the cause of every thing: What nature was: and what was God: whence snow and lyghtning spring: And whither Jove or else the wynds in breaking clowdes doo thunder: What shakes the earth: what law the starres doo keepe theyr courses under: And what soever other thing is hid from common sence. He also is the first that did injoyne an abstinence To feede of any lyving thing. He also first of all Spake thus: although ryght lernedly, yit to effect but small: Yee mortall men, forbeare to frank your flesh with wicked foode. Yee have both come and frutes of trees and grapes and herbes right good. And though that sum bee harsh and hard: yit fyre may make them well Both soft and sweete. Yee may have milk, and honny which dooth smell Of flowres of tyme. The lavish earth dooth yeeld you plentiously Most gentle foode, and riches to content bothe mynd and eye. There needes no slaughter nor no blood to get your living by. The beastes do breake theyr fast with flesh: and yit not all beastes neyther. For horses, sheepe, and Rotherbeastes to live by grasse had lever. The nature of the beast that dooth delyght in bloody foode, Is cruell and unmercifull. As Lyons feerce of moode, Armenian Tigers, Beares, and Woolves. Oh, what a wickednesse It is to cram the mawe with mawe, and frank up flesh with flesh, And for one living thing to live by killing of another: As whoo should say, that of so great abundance which our moother The earth dooth yeeld most bountuously, none other myght delyght Thy cruell teethe to chawe uppon, than grisly woundes that myght Expresse the Cyclops guyse? or else as if thou could not stawnche The hunger of thy greedye gut and evill mannerd pawnche, Onlesse thou stroyd sum other wyght. But that same auncient age Which wee have naamd the golden world, cleene voyd of all such rage, Livd blessedly by frute of trees and herbes that grow on ground, And stayned not their mouthes with blood. Then birds might safe and sound Fly where they listed in the ayre. The hare unscaard of hound Went pricking over all the feeldes. No angling hooke with bayt