Classic Poem

Who redes this boke of imagerie,
It will hom counfort and make redie,
And understonde hor witte to clere,
By thes beestes purtreyed here;
And full knowing of mikel treuth
That now is hidde—it is grete reuth;
What they bemeenen in hor kinde,
Waytnas tho gloose and ye shall finde
It is as keye that will unloken
Tho dore that is full faste stoken;
This keye were gode men to finde,
To make hom see that now ben blinde;
God gif us grace that sight to have
To reule us right we may be save.