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68
43. Friar Thomas de Hales' Love Ron.
Incipit quidam cantus quem composuit frater Thomas de hales de ordine
fratrum Minorum, ad instanciam cuiusdam puelle deo dicate.
A mayde cristes me bit yorne
þat ich hire wurche a luue-ron,
For hwan heo myhte best ileorne
to taken on-oþer soþ lefmon,
Þat treowest were of alle berne
& best wyte cuþe a freo wymmon.
Ich hire nule nowiht werne,
ich hire wule teche as ic con.
þat ich hire wurche a luue-ron,
For hwan heo myhte best ileorne
to taken on-oþer soþ lefmon,
Þat treowest were of alle berne
& best wyte cuþe a freo wymmon.
Ich hire nule nowiht werne,
ich hire wule teche as ic con.
Mayde, her þu myht biholde
þis worldes luue nys bute o res
And is by-set so fele volde,
vikel & frakel & wok and les.
Þeos þeines þat her weren bolde
beoþ aglyden so wyndes bles,
Vnder molde hi liggeþ colde
& faleweþ so doþ medewe gres.
þis worldes luue nys bute o res
And is by-set so fele volde,
vikel & frakel & wok and les.
Þeos þeines þat her weren bolde
beoþ aglyden so wyndes bles,
Vnder molde hi liggeþ colde
& faleweþ so doþ medewe gres.
Nis no mon iboren o-lyue
þat her may beon studeuest,
For her he haueþ seorewen ryue,
ne tyt him neuer Ro ne Rest.
Toward his ende he hyeþ blyue
& lutle hwile he her ilest;
Pyne & deþ him wile of-dryue
hwenne he weneþ to libben best.
þat her may beon studeuest,
For her he haueþ seorewen ryue,
ne tyt him neuer Ro ne Rest.
Toward his ende he hyeþ blyue
& lutle hwile he her ilest;
Pyne & deþ him wile of-dryue
hwenne he weneþ to libben best.
69
Nis non so riche ne non so freo
þat he ne schal heonne sone áway,
Ne may hit neuer his waraunt beo,
gold ne seoluer, vouh ne gray.
Ne beo he no þe swift, ne may he fleo,
ne weren his lif enne day.
Þus is þes world, as þu mayht seo,
Al so þe schadewe þat glyt away.
þat he ne schal heonne sone áway,
Ne may hit neuer his waraunt beo,
gold ne seoluer, vouh ne gray.
Ne beo he no þe swift, ne may he fleo,
ne weren his lif enne day.
Þus is þes world, as þu mayht seo,
Al so þe schadewe þat glyt away.
Þis world fareþ hwilynde—
hwenne on cumeþ an-oþer goþ;
Þat wes bi-fore nv is bihynde,
þat ere was leof nv hit is loþ.
Forþi he doþ as þe blynde
þat in þis world his luue doþ;
Ye mowen iseo þe world aswynde—
þat wouh goþ forþ, abak þat soþ.
hwenne on cumeþ an-oþer goþ;
Þat wes bi-fore nv is bihynde,
þat ere was leof nv hit is loþ.
Forþi he doþ as þe blynde
þat in þis world his luue doþ;
Ye mowen iseo þe world aswynde—
þat wouh goþ forþ, abak þat soþ.
Þeo luue þat ne may her abyde,
þu treowest hire myd muchel wouh;
Al so hwenne hit schal to-glide,
hit is fals & mereuh & frouh
And fromward in vychon tide.
hwile hit lesteþ is seorewe i-nouh;
An ende, ne werie mon so syde,
he schal to-dreosen so lef on bouh.
þu treowest hire myd muchel wouh;
Al so hwenne hit schal to-glide,
hit is fals & mereuh & frouh
And fromward in vychon tide.
hwile hit lesteþ is seorewe i-nouh;
An ende, ne werie mon so syde,
he schal to-dreosen so lef on bouh.
Monnes luue nys buten o stunde:
nv he luueþ, nv he is sad,
Nu he cumeþ, nv wile he funde,
nv he is wroþ, nv he is gled.
His luue is her & ek a-lunde,
nv he luueþ sum þat he er bed;
Nis ne neuer treowe i-funde—
þat him tristeþ he is amed.
nv he luueþ, nv he is sad,
Nu he cumeþ, nv wile he funde,
nv he is wroþ, nv he is gled.
His luue is her & ek a-lunde,
nv he luueþ sum þat he er bed;
Nis ne neuer treowe i-funde—
þat him tristeþ he is amed.
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Yf mon is riche of worldes weole
hit makeþ his heorte smerte & ake,
If he dret þat me him stele
þenne doþ him pyne nyhtes wake;
Him waxeþ þouhtes monye & fele,
hw he hit may witen wiþ-vten sake.
An ende hwat helpeþ hit to hele?
al deþ hit wile from him take.
hit makeþ his heorte smerte & ake,
If he dret þat me him stele
þenne doþ him pyne nyhtes wake;
Him waxeþ þouhtes monye & fele,
hw he hit may witen wiþ-vten sake.
An ende hwat helpeþ hit to hele?
al deþ hit wile from him take.
Hwer is paris & heleyne
þat weren so bryht & feyre on bleo,
Amadas & dideyne,
tristram, yseude and alle þeo,
Ector, wiþ his scharpe meyne,
& cesar, riche of wordes feo.
Heo beoþ i-glyden vt of þe reyne
so þe schef is of þe cleo.
þat weren so bryht & feyre on bleo,
Amadas & dideyne,
tristram, yseude and alle þeo,
Ector, wiþ his scharpe meyne,
& cesar, riche of wordes feo.
Heo beoþ i-glyden vt of þe reyne
so þe schef is of þe cleo.
Hit is of heom also hit nére
of heom me haueþ wunder itold.
Nere hit reuþe for to heren
hw hi were wiþ pyne aquold,
& hwat hi þoleden a-lyue hére?
al is heore hot iturnd to cold
Þus is þes world of false fere—
fól he is þe on hire is bold.
of heom me haueþ wunder itold.
Nere hit reuþe for to heren
hw hi were wiþ pyne aquold,
& hwat hi þoleden a-lyue hére?
al is heore hot iturnd to cold
Þus is þes world of false fere—
fól he is þe on hire is bold.
Þeyh he were so riche mon
as henry vre kyng,
And al so veyr as absalon
þat neuede on eorþe non euenyng,
Al were sone his prute a-gon,
hit nere on ende wrþ on heryng.
Mayde, if þu wilnest after leofmon
ich teche þe enne treowe king.
as henry vre kyng,
And al so veyr as absalon
þat neuede on eorþe non euenyng,
Al were sone his prute a-gon,
hit nere on ende wrþ on heryng.
Mayde, if þu wilnest after leofmon
ich teche þe enne treowe king.
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A swete, if þu iknowe
þe gode þewes of þisse childe,
he is feyr & bryht on heowe,
of glede chere, of mode mylde,
of lufsum lost, of truste treowe,
freo of heorte, of wisdom wilde,
Ne þurhte þe neuer rewe,
myhtestu do þe in his ylde.
þe gode þewes of þisse childe,
he is feyr & bryht on heowe,
of glede chere, of mode mylde,
of lufsum lost, of truste treowe,
freo of heorte, of wisdom wilde,
Ne þurhte þe neuer rewe,
myhtestu do þe in his ylde.
He is ricchest mon of londe,
so wide so mon spekeþ wiþ muþ,
Alle heo beoþ to his honde,
est & west, norþ and suþ.
Henri, king of engelonde,
of hym he halt and to hym buhþ.
Mayde, to þe he send his sonde
& wilneþ for to beo þe cuþ.
so wide so mon spekeþ wiþ muþ,
Alle heo beoþ to his honde,
est & west, norþ and suþ.
Henri, king of engelonde,
of hym he halt and to hym buhþ.
Mayde, to þe he send his sonde
& wilneþ for to beo þe cuþ.
Ne byt he wiþ þe lond ne leode,
vouh ne gray ne rencyan;
Naueþ he þer-to none neode,
he is riche and wel[i man].
If þu him woldest luue beode
and by-cumen his leouemon,
He brouhte þe to suche wede
þat naueþ king ne kayser non.
vouh ne gray ne rencyan;
Naueþ he þer-to none neode,
he is riche and wel[i man].
If þu him woldest luue beode
and by-cumen his leouemon,
He brouhte þe to suche wede
þat naueþ king ne kayser non.
Hwat spekestu of eny bolde
þat wrouhte þe wise salomon
of iaspe, of saphir, of merede golde,
& of mony on-oþer ston?
Hit is feyrure of feole volde
more þan ich eu telle con;
Þis bold, mayde, þe is bihote
if þat þu bist his leouemon.
þat wrouhte þe wise salomon
of iaspe, of saphir, of merede golde,
& of mony on-oþer ston?
Hit is feyrure of feole volde
more þan ich eu telle con;
Þis bold, mayde, þe is bihote
if þat þu bist his leouemon.
72
Hit stont vppon a treowe mote
þar hit neuer truke ne schal;
Ne may no Mynur hire vnderwrote,
ne neuer false þene grundwal.
Þan-inne is vich balewes bóte,
blisse & Ioye & gleo and Gál.
Þis bold, mayde, is þe bihote
& vych o blisse þar wyþ-al.
þar hit neuer truke ne schal;
Ne may no Mynur hire vnderwrote,
ne neuer false þene grundwal.
Þan-inne is vich balewes bóte,
blisse & Ioye & gleo and Gál.
Þis bold, mayde, is þe bihote
& vych o blisse þar wyþ-al.
Þer ne may no freond fleon oþer,
ne non fur-leosen his iryhte;
Þer nys hate ne wreþþe nouþer,
of prude ne of onde, of none wihte.
Alle heo schule wyþ engles pleye,
some & sauhte in heouene lyhte.
Ne beoþ heo, mayde, in gode weye
þat wel luueþ vre dryhte?
ne non fur-leosen his iryhte;
Þer nys hate ne wreþþe nouþer,
of prude ne of onde, of none wihte.
Alle heo schule wyþ engles pleye,
some & sauhte in heouene lyhte.
Ne beoþ heo, mayde, in gode weye
þat wel luueþ vre dryhte?
Ne may no mon hine iseo,
al so he is in his Mihte,
Þat may wiþ-vten blisse beo
hwanne he isihþ vre drihte.
His Sihte is al ioye and gleo,
he is day wyþ-vte nyhte.
Nere he, mayde, ful seoly
þat myhte wunye myd such a knyhte?
al so he is in his Mihte,
Þat may wiþ-vten blisse beo
hwanne he isihþ vre drihte.
His Sihte is al ioye and gleo,
he is day wyþ-vte nyhte.
Nere he, mayde, ful seoly
þat myhte wunye myd such a knyhte?
He haueþ bi-tauht þe o tresur
þat is betere þan gold oþer pel,
And bit þe luke þine bur,
& wilneþ þat þu hit wyte wel
Wyþ þeoues, wiþ reueres, wiþ lechurs.
þu most beo waker and snel;
Þu art swetture þane eny flur
hwile þu witest þene kastel.
þat is betere þan gold oþer pel,
And bit þe luke þine bur,
& wilneþ þat þu hit wyte wel
Wyþ þeoues, wiþ reueres, wiþ lechurs.
þu most beo waker and snel;
Þu art swetture þane eny flur
hwile þu witest þene kastel.
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Hit is ymston of feor iboren,
nys non betere vnder heouene grunde,
He is to-fore alle oþre i-coren,
he heleþ alle luue wunde.
Wel were a-lyue iboren
þat myhte wyten þis ilke stunde;
For habbe þu hine enes for-loren,
ne byþ he neuer eft ifunde.
nys non betere vnder heouene grunde,
He is to-fore alle oþre i-coren,
he heleþ alle luue wunde.
Wel were a-lyue iboren
þat myhte wyten þis ilke stunde;
For habbe þu hine enes for-loren,
ne byþ he neuer eft ifunde.
Þis ilke ston þat ich þe nemne
Mayden-hod i-cleoped is;
Hit is o derewurþe gemme,
of alle oþre he berþ þat pris,
And bryngeþ þe wiþ-vte wemme
in-to þe blysse of paradis.
Þe hwile þu hyne witest vnder þine hemme,
þu ert swetture þan eny spis.
Mayden-hod i-cleoped is;
Hit is o derewurþe gemme,
of alle oþre he berþ þat pris,
And bryngeþ þe wiþ-vte wemme
in-to þe blysse of paradis.
Þe hwile þu hyne witest vnder þine hemme,
þu ert swetture þan eny spis.
Hwat spekstu of eny stóne
þat beoþ in vertu oþer in [grace]—
Of amatiste, of calcydóne,
of lectorie and tupace,
Of iaspe, of saphir, of sardone,
smaragde, Beril and crisopace?
A-mong alle oþre ymstone,
þes beoþ deorre in vyche place.
þat beoþ in vertu oþer in [grace]—
Of amatiste, of calcydóne,
of lectorie and tupace,
Of iaspe, of saphir, of sardone,
smaragde, Beril and crisopace?
A-mong alle oþre ymstone,
þes beoþ deorre in vyche place.
Mayde, al so ich þe tolde,
þe ymston of þi bur
He is betere an hundred folde
þan alle þeos in heore culur;
He is i-don in heouene golde
and is ful of fyn amur.
Alle þat myhte hine wite scholde,
he schyneþ so bryht in heouene bur.
þe ymston of þi bur
He is betere an hundred folde
þan alle þeos in heore culur;
He is i-don in heouene golde
and is ful of fyn amur.
Alle þat myhte hine wite scholde,
he schyneþ so bryht in heouene bur.
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Hwen þu me dost in þine rede
for þe to cheose a leofmon,
Ich wile don as þu me bede,
þe beste þat ich fynde con.
Ne doþ hé, mayde, on vuele dede,
þat may cheose of two þat on,
& he wile wiþ-vte neode
take þet wurse, þe betere let gon?
for þe to cheose a leofmon,
Ich wile don as þu me bede,
þe beste þat ich fynde con.
Ne doþ hé, mayde, on vuele dede,
þat may cheose of two þat on,
& he wile wiþ-vte neode
take þet wurse, þe betere let gon?
Þis rym, mayde, ich þe sende
open and wiþ-vte sel;
Bidde ic þat þu hit vntrende
& leorny bute bok vych del;
Her-of þat þu beo swiþe hende
& tech hit oþer maydenes wel.
Hwo-so cuþe hit to þan ende,
hit wolde him stonde muchel stel.
open and wiþ-vte sel;
Bidde ic þat þu hit vntrende
& leorny bute bok vych del;
Her-of þat þu beo swiþe hende
& tech hit oþer maydenes wel.
Hwo-so cuþe hit to þan ende,
hit wolde him stonde muchel stel.
Hwenne þu sittest in longynge,
drauh þe forþ þis ilke wryt;
Mid swete stephne þu hit singe,
& do al so hit þe byt.
To þe he haueþ send one gretynge;
god al-myhti þe beo myd
& leue cumen to his brudþinge
heye in heouene þer he sit.
drauh þe forþ þis ilke wryt;
Mid swete stephne þu hit singe,
& do al so hit þe byt.
To þe he haueþ send one gretynge;
god al-myhti þe beo myd
& leue cumen to his brudþinge
heye in heouene þer he sit.
And yeue him god endynge,
Þat haueth i-wryten þis ilke wryt.
Þat haueth i-wryten þis ilke wryt.
Amen.
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