Pastyme With Good Companye

Pastyme with good companye I love and shall untyll I dye; Grugge who lust, but noon denye; So god be plecyd, thus leve woll I; For my pastaunce Hunte, syng and daunce; My hert ys sett All godely sport For my cumfort: Who shall me lett? Yowth must have sum dalyaunce, Of good or yll some pastaunce; Companye my thynckyth then best All thoftes and fancys to dygest. For idelnes Ys cheff mastres Of vices all; Than who can say But myrth and play Ys best of all? Cumpany with honeste Ys vertu, vices to flee; Cumpany ys gode and yll, But every man hath hys frewyll. The best insew, The worst eschew, My mynde shall be; Vertu to use, Vyce to reffuse, Thus schall I use me. Is best of all? Company with honesty Is virtue vices to flee: Company is good and ill But every man hath his free will. The best ensue, The worst eschew, My mind shall be: Virtue to use, Vice to refuse, Shall I use me.