at
p{ro}speritee
ne be comen to me wondir swiftly {and} soone.
Chaucer - Boethius
TUNC EGO UERA INQ{UA}M.
[Sidenote: [The ferthe prose.]]
++?Anne seide I ?us. O norice of alle uertues ?ou seist ful so?e. ? Ne I
may nat forsake ?e ry?t[e] swifte cours of my p{ro}speritee. ?at is to
seine. ?
at
p{ro}speritee
ne be comen to me wondir swiftly {and} soone.
but ?is is a ?ing ?at gretly smerti? me whan it remembre? me. ? For in
alle aduersitees of fortune ?e most vnsely kynde of contrariouse fortune
is to han ben weleful. ? But ?at ?ou q{uo}d she abaist ?us ?e to{ur}ment
of ?
