Righteousli off y-pissed
Helas, myn eyne are ful of teres and wepynge for the peple of Iran who marchen yn the streetz and are faced doun by the will of schrewes and wikked men and tirauntz.
Thys putteth me in mynde of the book that comforteth me the moost, the Consolacioun of Philosophie of Boece (of which ich haue made a smal translacioun auailable for a modest pryce at Mayster Pinkhurstes shoppe - buy oon now and get a free copye of the Piers Plowman B-Text as wel as an attractif book-candel for redinge aftir derke yn fireproof areas).
In this fayre and wyse book of the Consolacioun, Lady Philosophie speketh to Boece the writer, who ys put in prison by evil men. Lady Philosophie telleth Boece that the evil haue nat the victorie no mattir how grete their power and prosperitee, and the good haue the victorie no mattir how grete their suffering:
"Thow most nedes knowen that good folk ben alwey strong and myghti, and the schrewes ben feeble and desert and naked of alle strengthes. And of thise thinges, certes, everich of hem is declared and schewed by other. For as good and yvel ben two contraries, yif so be that good be stedfast, thanne scheweth the feblesse of yvel al openly; and yif thou knowe clearly the fraileness of yvel, the stedfastnesse of good is knowen." (Liber Quartus Prosa II)