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I was in this perturbacyon
I sawe a lady plesaunt and bryght
For to beholde hyr meke fassyon
Sothly it was a plesaunt syght
Hir caperon with perle was pyght
with precyous stones about enlumynynge
Hyr beautefull face shone as bryght
As phebus dothe in a may mornynge
I sawe a lady plesaunt and bryght
For to beholde hyr meke fassyon
Sothly it was a plesaunt syght
Hir caperon with perle was pyght
Hyr beautefull face shone as bryght
As phebus dothe in a may mornynge
This lady standynge me before
In hyr behauour was meke and lyberall
Gode and gracious to ryche and pore
She semed to me the quene celestyall
A quene excellent I may hyr call
For she was doughter shortly to say
Unto that meke lorde and immortall
The whiche was borne on christmas day
In hyr behauour was meke and lyberall
Gode and gracious to ryche and pore
She semed to me the quene celestyall
A quene excellent I may hyr call
For she was doughter shortly to say
Unto that meke lorde and immortall
The whiche was borne on christmas day
Sore I desyred to knowe hyr name
Bycause she was of suche excellence
She sayde Reason whome none doth blame
Than was I ryght glad of hyr presence
This noble lady by hyr dylygence
Approched nere vnto my syde
Dispayre anone gat hyr thens
And disconfort with hyr dyd glyde
Bycause she was of suche excellence
She sayde Reason whome none doth blame
Than was I ryght glad of hyr presence
This noble lady by hyr dylygence
Approched nere vnto my syde
Dispayre anone gat hyr thens
And disconfort with hyr dyd glyde
All the hole company dyd auoyde
what tyme reason sat by me thus
It was some wynde wolde me haue noyed
Sende vnto me by myght of Eolus
I trowe that Pluto/or Neptunus
Or mars cheyf forger of batyle
Or elles helporter Cerberus
Engendred them me to assayle
what tyme reason sat by me thus
It was some wynde wolde me haue noyed
Sende vnto me by myght of Eolus
I trowe that Pluto/or Neptunus
Or mars cheyf forger of batyle
Or elles helporter Cerberus
Engendred them me to assayle
what shulde I say they fled that tyde
Bothe dispayre and the other rout
Than was there none with me to chyde
I risynge vp loked rounde aboute
Than of no thynge was I in doute
whan reason began to speke softly
whan she had dryuen the other out
That hyr to here great ioy had I
Bothe dispayre and the other rout
Than was there none with me to chyde
I risynge vp loked rounde aboute
Than of no thynge was I in doute
whan reason began to speke softly
whan she had dryuen the other out
That hyr to here great ioy had I
Reason spake with delyberacyon
Replete with wysdome excellently
So that sothly in conclusion
She semed an oratour wytty
what she sayde was sayde playnly
To the vnderstondynge of euery man
And syttynge in a chayer me by
wysely to speke thus she began
Replete with wysdome excellently
So that sothly in conclusion
She semed an oratour wytty
what she sayde was sayde playnly
To the vnderstondynge of euery man
And syttynge in a chayer me by
wysely to speke thus she began
My frende this thought se thou eschewe
Ferest thou that rychesse wyll fayle
Subdue thy selfe to force and vertue
And be ruled by my counsayle
whiche shal the gyde in eche batayle
So thou consyder what thou hast to do
Thou mayst get gode by trauayle
For to fynde the and all thyne to.
Ferest thou that rychesse wyll fayle
Subdue thy selfe to force and vertue
And be ruled by my counsayle
whiche shal the gyde in eche batayle
So thou consyder what thou hast to do
Thou mayst get gode by trauayle
For to fynde the and all thyne to.
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