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The Minor Poems of John Lydgate

edited from all available mss. with an attempt to establish The Lydgate Canon: By Henry Noble MacCracken

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6. MY LADY DERE.
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6. MY LADY DERE.

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[MS. B.M. Adds. 16165, leaves 249, back, to 251, back.]

Amerous balade by Lydegate made at departyng of Thomas Chauciers on þe kynges ambassade into Fraunce.

1

Euery maner creature
Disposed vn-to gentylesse,
Boþe of kynde and of nature,
Haþe in hert[e] moost gladnesse
Fo[r] tabyde in sothfastnesse
Wher his ioye is moost entier,
And I lyve euer in hevynesse
But whenne I se my lady dere.

421

2

Eke euery wight of verray kynde
Is glad and mury for to abyde
Wher þat [h]is wille, þought, and mynde
Beo fully sett on euery syde,
And wher-so þat I go or ryde,
I ne can be glad in no maner,
As God and Fortune list provyde,
But whanne I seo my lady der.

3

Who parteþe out of Paradys,
Frome þat place so ful of glorye,
Wher as Mirthe is moste [of] prys,
And Ioye haþe souerain victorye,
What wonder whane he haþe memorye,
Of al, þoughe he beo dul of chere,
For I am euer in Purgatorye
But whanne I seo my lady dere.

4

Þe sterres of þe heghe heven
Feyrest shyne vn-to oure sight,
And þe planetis alle seven
Moost fulsomly yif þer hir light;
And Phebus with his bemis bright
Gladdest shyneþ in his speere,
But I am neuer glad ner light
Save whanne I seo my lady dere.

5

Eke Phebus in oure emyspirye,
Affter derknesse of þe night,
At his vpryst [yolowe as golde clere]
Erly on morowe, of kyndely right,
Whanne cloudis blake haue no might
To chace awey his bemys clere;
Right so frome sorowe I stonde vpright
Whane þat I se my lady der.

422

6

Þe fooles þat flyeþe in þe eyre,
And freshly singe and mirthes make,
In May þe sesoun is so feyre,
With all þe right oþe hem awake,
Reioyesseþe eueryche with his make,
With hure heuenly notes cleer;
Right þus al sorowe in me doþe slake
Whanne þat I se my lady der.

7

Þe hert, þe hynde in þe forest
Moost luste beo of þeyre corage,
And euery maner oþer beest,
Boþe þe tame and eke sauvage,
Stonden most at avauntage
In laundis whanne þey renne efeer;
Þus euer glad is my visage
Whanne þat I se my lady dere.

8

I dare eke seyne þat buck and do
Amonge þe holtis hore and gay,
Þe reynder and þe wylde roo,
In mersshes haue þeyre moste pley,
Wher þey beo voyde frome al affraye;
And even-lyke, with-oute were,
Myn hert is glad, boþe night and day,
Whane þat I seo my lady dere.

9

What is a fisshe out of the see,
For alle his scales siluer sheene,
But ded anoon, as man may se?
Or in ryuers crystal clene,
Pyke, baþe, or tenche with ffynnes grene,
Out of þe water whane þey appere?
Þus deethe darteþe myn hert[e] kene
Þer I seo naught my lady dere.

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10

Þe ruby standeþ best in þe ryng
Of gold whanne hit is polisshed newe,
Þemeraude eke is ay lasting
Whil hit abydeþe with his hert truwe,
Þe saphyre with his hevenly hewe
Makeþe gounded eyen clere;
Þus my ioye doþe ay renewe
Whanne þat I se my lady dere.

11

Þe floures on þeyre stalkis vncloose,
Springyng in þe bavmy med,
Þe lylyes and þe swoote roos,
Þe dayesyes, who takeþe hede,
Whanne Phebus doþe his bemys spred
In somer, lyke as men may lere;
So glad am I in thought and ded,
Whanne þat I seo my lady der.

12

In somer whanne þe sheene sunne
Haþe shewed bright a gret space,
And towardes night þe skyes dunne
His clernesse doþe awey enchace;
Right so dedly and pale of face,
Mortal of look and eke of chere,
I wexe, suche wo me did enbrace
At partyng fro my lady der.

13

Summe folk in signe of hardynesse
Takeþe hem to colour þat is red,
And summe in token of clennesse,
Weren whyte, takeþe heed,
And summe grene for lustynesse;
But I allas in blak appere,
And alwey shal, in sorowe and dred,
Til I seo nexst my lady dere.

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14

Now God, þe which art eternal,
And hast eche thing in gouernance,
And art also inmortal,
Stabled with-oute variaunce,
Fortune and guyde so my chaunce,
Of Þy power moste entier,
In abreggyng of my penaunce
Soone to seo my lady dere.

Lenuoye.

Go, lytel bille, in lowly wyse,
Vn-to myn hertes souereyne,
And prey to hir for to devyse
Summe relees of my mortel peyne,
And wher þou er, rest not, ne feyne
Oonly of pitee to requerre
Þat she of mercy not disdeyne
To be my soueraine lady dere.

Devynayle par Pycard.

Take þe seventeþ in ordre sette
Lyneal of þe ABC,
First and last to-geder knette
Middes e-ioyned with an E,
And þer ye may beholde and se
Hooly to-gidre al entiere
Hir þat is, wher-so she be,
Myn owen souerayne lady dere.