¶ The xv fable is of the buſſhe / and of the aubyer tree
One for his beaute ought not to
deſpreyſe ſome other / For ſomtyme
ſuche one is fayre that
ſoone wexeth lothely and fowle /
and to hyghe falleth vnto lowe /
as it apperyth by this fable / Of a fayr tree
whiche mocqued and ſcorned a lytyl buſſhe /
and ſayd / ¶ Seeſt thow not / my fayre fourme
and my fayre fygure / And that of me men
and byldeth[errata 1] fayre edefyces as palays and caſtellis /
galeyes & other ſhippes for to ſaylle on the ſee /
And as he auaunced & preyſed hym ſelf thus /
came there a labourer with his axe for to hewe
and ſmyte hym to the ground / And as the
labourer ſmote vpon the fayre tree / the buſſhe
ſayd / Certaynly my broder yf now thow were
as lytel / as I am / men ſhold not hewe ne ſmyte
the doune to the erthe / And therfore none
oughte to reioyſſhe hym ſelf of his worſhip /
For ſuche is now in grete honour and worſhip /
that herafter ſhalle falle in to grete vytupere
ſhame and diſhonour
