¶ The xxvj Fable is of the wynd and of therthen pot
e that ouer moche enhaunceth hym ſelf / ſooner than he wold / he falleth doune / as hit appereth by this fable / Of an erthen pot maker whiche made a grete pot of erthe / the whiche he dyd ſette in the ſonne / by cauſe that more ſurely hit ſhold haue ben dryed / Ageynſte the whiche came and blewe a grete wynd / And whanne the wynd ſawe the potte he demaunded of hym / who arte thow / And the pot anſuerd to hym / I am a potte the beſt made that men can fynde / & none may lette ne empeche me / And how ſayd the wynde / thow art yet al loſte / and haſt neyther vertue ne none force / and by cauſe I knowe wel thy ouer pryde / I ſhall breke the / and putte the in to pyeces / to thende / that thow of thy grete pryde mayſt haue knowlege / And therfore the feble ought to meke and humble hym ſelf and obeye to his lord / and not to enhauce[errata 1] hym more than he ought / to thende / he falleth not from hyhe to lowe