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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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74. TYED WITH A LYNE.
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74. TYED WITH A LYNE.

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[From MS. Harl. 2251, leaves 38, back, to 39, back.]

1

The more I go, the further I am behynde;
The further behynd, the nere the weyes end;
The more I seche, the wers can I fynd;
The lighter leve, the lother for to wend;
The lengger I serve, the more out of mynd;
Is this fortune, or is it infortune?
Though I go loose, I tyed am with a lyne.

2

Drye in the see, and wete vpon the stronde;
Brenne in watir, in fuyre fresyng;
In reveris thurstlew, and moyst vpon the lond;
Gladde in mournyng, in gladnes compleyneng;
The fuller wombe, the gredyer in etyng;
Is this fortune, or is it infortune?
Though I go loose, I teyed am with a luyne.

3

A wery pees, and pees amyd the weere;
The better felaw, the rathir at discorde;
The neere at hande, the sonner set a-ferre;
Accorde debatyng, debatyng at accorde;
Furthest fro court, grettest with the lorde;

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Is this fortune, or is it infortune?
Though I go loose, I tyed am with a lyne.

4

A wepyng laughter, a mery glad wepyng;
A fresy thowe, a meltyng fryse;
The slowar paas, the further in rennyng;
The more I renne, the more wey I lese;
The grettest losse whan I my chaunce do chese;
Is this fortune, or is it infortune?
Though I go loose, I teyed am with a lyne.

5

Weryles I walke ay in trouble and travaile,
Euer travilyng without werynes;
In labour idel, wynnyng that may nat availe;
A troubled ioy, a ioyeful hevynes;
A sobbyng songe, a chierful distres;
Is it fortune, or is it infortune?
Though I go loose, I tyed am with a lyne.

6

Wakyng a bedde, fastyng at the table;
Riche with wysshis, pore of possessioun;
Stable vnassured, assured eke vnstable;
Hope dispeyred, a gwerdonles gwerdon;
Trusty disceyte, feythful decepcioun;
Is this fortune, or is it infortune?
Though I go loose, I tiede am wythe a lyne.

7

A mournyng myrth, sobrenes savage,
Prudent foly, stidefast wildenesse;
Providence conveyed ay with rage;
A dronken sadnesse, and a sad drunkenesse;
A woode wisdom, and a wise woodenesse;
Is this fortune, or is it infortune?
Though I go loose, I tyed am with a lyne.

8

Vnhappy everous fortune infortunat;
An hertles thought, a thoughtlees reme[m]braunce;
Lo what avauntage! and sodainly chekmate,

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Now six, now synk, now deny for my chaunce;
Thus al the world stant in variaunce:
Late men dispute, whethir this be fortune?
No man so loose, but he is tied with a luyne.

9

The world vnsure, contrary al stablenesse,
Whos ioye is meynt ay with adversite;
Now light, now hevy, now sorwe, now gladnes;
Ebbe after floode of al prosperite.
Set al asyde and lierne this of me,
Trust vpon fortune? Defye false fortune,
And al recleymes of hyr double luyne.

10

The gretter lord, the lasse his assuraunce;
The sikerest lyffe is in glad pouerte;
Both high and lough shal go on dethis daunce,
Renne vnto Powlis, beholde the Machabe;
Fraunchise of phisyk makith no man go free;
Trust vpon God, defye fals fortune,
And al recleymes of hyr double luyne.

11

Lothest departyng where is grettest richesse;
Al worldly tresour goth to the world agayne;
To kepe it longe may be no sikernesse,
Of grete receytis grete rekenyng in certayne.
Whan we gon hens al this shalbe but vayne;
Trust vpon God, defye false fortune,
That al recleymes of hir double luyne.

12

Nothyng more sure than al men shal deye,
Late men aforne make theyr ordynaunce;
vij. dedis of mercy shal best for vs purveye,
And almesdede shal make achevisaunce,
Texclude by grace the rigour of vengeaunce;
For Cristis passioun mavgre false fortune,
Shal-recleyme vs to his merciable luyne.