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Now herkne; and I wol tellen on。
Ayein Lachesce in loves cas
I finde how whilom Eneas;
Whom Anchises to Sone hadde;
With gret navie; which he ladde    80
Fro Troie; aryveth at Cartage;
Wher for a while his herbergage
He tok; and it betidde so;
With hire which was qweene tho
Of the Cite his aqueintance
He wan; whos name in remembrance
Is yit; and Dido sche was hote;
Which loveth Eneas so hote
Upon the wordes whiche he seide;
That al hire herte on him sche leide  90
And dede al holi what he wolde。
Bot after that; as it be scholde;
Fro thenne he goth toward Ytaile
Be Schipe; and there his arivaile
Hath take; and schop him forto ryde。
Bot sche; which mai noght longe abide
The hote peine of loves throwe;
Anon withinne a litel throwe
A lettre unto hir kniht hath write;
And dede him pleinly forto wite;     100
If he made eny tariinge;
To drecche of his ayeincomynge;
That sche ne mihte him fiele and se;
Sche scholde stonde in such degre
As whilom stod a Swan tofore;
Of that sche hadde hire make lore;
For sorwe a fethere into hire brain
Sche schof and hath hireselve slain;
As king Menander in a lay
The sothe hath founde; wher sche lay  110
Sprantlende with hire wynges tweie;
As sche which scholde thanne deie
For love of him which was hire make。
〃And so schal I do for thi sake;〃
This qweene seide; 〃wel I wot。〃
Lo; to Enee thus sche wrot
With many an other word of pleinte:
Bot he; which hadde hise thoghtes feinte
Towardes love and full of Slowthe;
His time lette; and that was rowthe:  120
For sche; which loveth him tofore;
Desireth evere more and more;
And whan sche sih him tarie so;
Hire herte was so full of wo;
That compleignende manyfold
Sche hath hire oghne tale told;
Unto hirself and thus sche spak:
〃Ha; who fond evere such a lak
Of Slowthe in eny worthi kniht?
Now wot I wel my deth is diht   130
Thurgh him which scholde have be mi lif。〃
Bot forto stinten al this strif;
Thus whan sche sih non other bote;
Riht evene unto hire herte rote
A naked swerd anon sche threste;
And thus sche gat hireselve reste
In remembrance of alle slowe。
Wherof; my Sone; thou miht knowe
How tariinge upon the nede
In loves cause is forto drede;  140
And that hath Dido sore aboght;
Whos deth schal evere be bethoght。
And overmore if I schal seche
In this matiere an other spieche;
In a Cronique I finde write
A tale which is good to wite。
At Troie whan king Ulixes
Upon the Siege among the pres
Of hem that worthi knihtes were
Abod long time stille there;    150
In thilke time a man mai se
How goodli that Penolope;
Which was to him his trewe wif;
Of his lachesce was pleintif;
Wherof to Troie sche him sende
Hire will be lettre; thus spekende:
〃Mi worthi love and lord also;
It is and hath ben evere so;
That wher a womman is al one;
It makth a man in his persone   160
The more hardi forto wowe;
In hope that sche wolde bowe
To such thing as his wille were;
Whil that hire lord were elleswhere。
And of miself I telle this;
For it so longe passed is;
Sithe ferst than ye fro home wente;
That welnyh every man his wente
To there I am; whil ye ben oute;
Hath mad; and ech of hem aboute;   170
Which love can; my love secheth;
With gret preiere and me besecheth:
And some maken gret manace;
That if thei mihten come in place;
Wher that thei mihte here wille have;
Ther is nothing me scholde save;
That thei ne wolde werche thinges;
And some tellen me tidynges
That ye ben ded; and some sein
That certeinly ye ben besein    180
To love a newe and leve me。
Bot hou as evere that it be;
I thonke unto the goddes alle;
As yit for oght that is befalle
Mai noman do my chekes rede:
Bot natheles it is to drede;
That Lachesse in continuance
Fortune mihte such a chance;
Which noman after scholde amende。〃
Lo; thus this ladi compleignende   190
A lettre unto hire lord hath write;
And preyde him that he wolde wite
And thenke hou that sche was al his;
And that he tarie noght in this;
Bot that he wolde his love aquite;
To hire ayeinward and noght wryte;
Bot come himself in alle haste;
That he non other paper waste;
So that he kepe and holde his trowthe
Withoute lette of eny Slowthe。  200
Unto hire lord and love liege
To Troie; wher the grete Siege
Was leid; this lettre was conveied。
And he; which wisdom hath pourveied
Of al that to reson belongeth;
With gentil herte it underfongeth:
And whan he hath it overrad;
In part he was riht inly glad;
And ek in part he was desesed:
Bot love his herte hath so thorghsesed   210
With pure ymaginacioun;
That for non occupacioun
Which he can take on other side;
He mai noght flitt his herte aside
Fro that his wif him hadde enformed;
Wherof he hath himself conformed
With al the wille of his corage
To schape and take the viage
Homward; what time that he mai:
So that him thenketh of a day   220
A thousand yer; til he mai se
The visage of Penolope;
Which he desireth most of alle。
And whan the time is so befalle
That Troie was destruid and brent;
He made non delaiement;
Bot goth him home in alle hihe;
Wher that he fond tofore his yhe
His worthi wif in good astat:
And thus was cessed the debat   230
Of love; and Slowthe was excused;
Which doth gret harm; where it is used;
And hindreth many a cause honeste。
For of the grete Clerc Grossteste
I rede how besy that he was
Upon clergie an Hed of bras
To forge; and make it forto telle
Of suche thinges as befelle。
And sevene yeres besinesse
He leyde; bot for the lachesse  240
Of half a Minut of an houre;
Fro ferst that he began laboure
He loste all that he hadde do。
And otherwhile it fareth so;
In loves cause who is slow;
That he withoute under the wow
Be nyhte stant fulofte acold;
Which mihte; if that he hadde wold
His time kept; have be withinne。
Bot Slowthe mai no profit winne;   250
Bot he mai singe in his karole
How Latewar cam to the Dole;
Wher he no good receive mihte。
And that was proved wel be nyhte
Whilom of the Maidenes fyve;
Whan thilke lord cam forto wyve:
For that here oyle was aweie
To lihte here lampes in his weie;
Here Slowthe broghte it so aboute;
Fro him that thei ben schet withoute。    260
Wherof; my Sone; be thou war;
Als ferforth as I telle dar。
For love moste ben awaited:
And if thou be noght wel affaited
In love to eschuie Slowthe;
Mi Sone; forto telle trowthe;
Thou miht noght of thiself ben able
To winne love or make it stable;
All thogh thou mihtest love achieve。
Mi fader; that I mai wel lieve。    270
Bot me was nevere assigned place;
Wher yit to geten eny grace;
Ne me was non such time apointed;
For thanne I wolde I were unjoynted
Of every lime that I have;
If I ne scholde kepe and save
Min houre bothe and ek my stede;
If my ladi it hadde bede。
Bot sche is otherwise avised
Than grante such a time assised;   280
And natheles of mi lachesse
Ther hath be no defalte I gesse
Of time lost; if that I mihte:
Bot yit hire liketh noght alyhte
Upon no lure which I caste;
For ay the more I crie faste;
The lasse hire liketh forto hiere。
So forto speke of this matiere;
I seche that I mai noght finde;
I haste and evere I am behinde;    290
And wot noght what it mai amounte。
Bot; fader; upon myn acompte;
Which ye be sett to examine
Of Schrifte after the discipline;
Sey what your beste conseil is。
Mi Sone; my conseil is this:
Hou so it stonde of time go;
Do forth thi besinesse so;
That no Lachesce in the be founde:
For Slowthe is mihti to confounde  300
The spied of every mannes werk。
For many a vice; as seith the clerk;
Ther hongen upon Slowthes lappe
Of suche as make a man mishappe;
To pleigne and telle of hadde I wist。
And therupon if that thee list
To knowe of Slowthes cause more;
In special yit overmore
Ther is a vice full grevable
To him which is therof coupable;   310
And stant of alle vertu bare;
Hierafter as I schal declare。
Touchende of Slowthe in his degre;
Ther is yit Pusillamite;
Which is to seie in this langage;
He that hath litel of corage
And dar no mannes werk beginne:
So mai he noght be resoun winne;
For who that noght dar undertake;
Be riht he schal no profit take。   320
Bot of this vice the nature
Dar nothing sette in aventure;
Him lacketh bothe word and dede;
Wherof he scholde his cause spede:
He woll no manhed understonde;
For evere he hath drede upon honde:
Al is peril that he schal seie;
Him thenkth the wolf is in the weie;
And of ymaginacioun
He makth his excusacioun  330
And feigneth cause of pure drede;
And evere he faileth ate nede;
Til al be spilt that he with deleth。
He hath the sor which noman heleth;
The which is cleped lack of herte;
Thogh every grace aboute him sterte;
He wol noght ones stere his fot;
So that be resoun lese he mot;
That wol noght auntre forto winne。
And so forth; Sone; if we beginne  340
To speke of love and his servise;
Ther ben truantz in such a wise;
That lacken herte; whan best were
To speke of love; and riht for fere
Thei wexen doumb and dar noght telle;
Withoute soun as doth the belle;
Which hath no claper forto chyme;
And riht so thei as for the tyme
Ben herteles withoute speche
Of love; and dar nothing beseche;  350
And thus thei lese and winne noght。
Forthi; my Sone; if thou art oght
Coupable as touchende of this Slowthe;
Schrif thee therof and tell me trowthe。
Mi fader; I am al beknowe
That I have ben on of tho slowe;
As forto telle in loves cas。
Min herte is yit and evere was;
As thogh the world scholde al tobreke;
So ferful; that I dar noght speke  360
Of what pourpos that I have nome;
Whan I toward mi ladi come;
Bot let it passe and overgo。
Mi Sone; do nomore so:
For after that a man poursuieth
To love; so fortune suieth;
Fulofte and yifth hire happi chance
To him which makth continuance
To preie love and to beseche;
As be ensample I schal thee teche。    370
I finde hou whilom ther was on;
Whos name was Pymaleon;
Which was a lusti man of yowthe:
The werkes of entaile he cowthe
Above alle othre men as tho;
And thurgh fortune it fell him so;
As he whom love schal travaile;
He made an ymage of entaile
Lich to a womman in semblance
Of feture and of contienance;   380
So fair yit nevere was figure。
Riht as a lyves creature
Sche semeth; for of yvor whyt
He hath hire wroght of such delit;
That sche was rody on the cheke
And red on bothe hire lippes eke;
Wherof that he himself beguileth。
For with a goodly lok sche smyleth;
So that thurgh pure impression
Of his ymaginacion  390
With al the herte of his corage
His love upon this faire ymage
He sette; and hire of love preide;
Bot sche no word ayeinward seide。
The longe day; what thing he dede;
This ymage in the same stede
Was evere bi; that ate mete
He wolde hire serve and preide hire ete;
And putte unto hire mowth the cuppe;
And whan the bord was taken uppe;  400
He hath hire into chambre nome;
And after; whan the nyht was come;
He leide hire in his bed al nakid。
He was forwept; he was forwakid;
He keste hire colde lippes ofte;
And wissheth that thei weren softe;
And ofte he rouneth in hire Ere;
And ofte his arm now hier now there
He leide; as he hir wolde embrace;
And evere among he axeth grace;    410
As thogh sche wiste what he mente:
And thus himself he gan tormente
With such desese of loves peine;
Th

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