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XVI. Of musyke mundayne / humayne / & instrumētall. Ca. xvi.
Whan splendēt Phebus / in his myddaye spere
Was hyght in gemyne / in the fresshe season
Of lusty maye / with golden beames clere
And derke Dyane / made declynacyon
Whan Flora florysshed in this nacyon
I called vnto mynde / ryght inwardly
The reporte of fame / somoche ententyfly
Was hyght in gemyne / in the fresshe season
Of lusty maye / with golden beames clere
And derke Dyane / made declynacyon
Whan Flora florysshed in this nacyon
I called vnto mynde / ryght inwardly
The reporte of fame / somoche ententyfly
Of la bell pucell / in the toure musycall
And ryght anone / vnto the toure I went
Where I sawe a temple / made of crystall
In whiche musyke / the lady excellent
Played on base organs expedyent
Accordynge well / vnto dyopason
Dyapenthe / and eke dyetesseron
And ryght anone / vnto the toure I went
Where I sawe a temple / made of crystall
In whiche musyke / the lady excellent
Played on base organs expedyent
Accordynge well / vnto dyopason
Dyapenthe / and eke dyetesseron
In this temple was / grete solempnyte
And of moche people / there was grete prease
I loked about / whether I coude se
La bell pucell / my langour to cease
I coude not se her / my payne dyde encrease
Tyll that I spyed her / aboue / in a vaut
Whiche to my hert / dyde make so sore assaut
And of moche people / there was grete prease
I loked about / whether I coude se
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I coude not se her / my payne dyde encrease
Tyll that I spyed her / aboue / in a vaut
Whiche to my hert / dyde make so sore assaut
With her beaute clere / and swete countenaunce
The stroke of loue / I coude nothynge resyst
And anone / without lenger cyrcumstaunce
To her I went / or that her persone wyste
Her thought I knewe not / she thought as she lyste
By her I stode / with hert sore and faynt
And dyde myselfe / with her soone acquaynt
The stroke of loue / I coude nothynge resyst
And anone / without lenger cyrcumstaunce
To her I went / or that her persone wyste
Her thought I knewe not / she thought as she lyste
By her I stode / with hert sore and faynt
And dyde myselfe / with her soone acquaynt
The comyn wyt / dyde full lytell regarde
Of dame musyke / the dulcet armony
The eres herde not / for the mynde inwarde
Venns had rapte / and taken feruently
Ymagynacyon / wrought full pryuely
The fantasy gaue / perfyte Iugement
Alway to to her / for to be obedyent
Of dame musyke / the dulcet armony
The eres herde not / for the mynde inwarde
Venns had rapte / and taken feruently
Ymagynacyon / wrought full pryuely
The fantasy gaue / perfyte Iugement
Alway to to her / for to be obedyent
By estymacyon / moche doubtfully I cast
Wheder I shoulde / by longe tyme and space
Atteyne her loue / or elles to loue in wast
My hert sobbed / and quaked in this cace
I stode by her / ryght nere in the place
With many other / fayre ladyes also
But so fayre as she / I neuer sawe no mo
Wheder I shoulde / by longe tyme and space
Atteyne her loue / or elles to loue in wast
My hert sobbed / and quaked in this cace
I stode by her / ryght nere in the place
With many other / fayre ladyes also
But so fayre as she / I neuer sawe no mo
The feest done / dame musyke dyde go
She folowed after / and she wolde not tary
Farewell she sayde / for I must parte you fro
Alas thought I / that fortune doth so vary
My sadde body / my heuy hert dyde cary
I coude not speke / my hert was nere broken
But with my heed / I made her a token
She folowed after / and she wolde not tary
Farewell she sayde / for I must parte you fro
Alas thought I / that fortune doth so vary
My sadde body / my heuy hert dyde cary
I coude not speke / my hert was nere broken
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Whan she was gone / inwardly than wrought
Vpon her beaute / my mynde retentyfe
Her goodly fygure / I graued in my thought
Excepte her selfe / all were expulcyfe
My mynde to her / was so ententyfe
That I folowed her / into a temple ferre
Replete with Ioye / as bryght as ony sterre
Vpon her beaute / my mynde retentyfe
Her goodly fygure / I graued in my thought
Excepte her selfe / all were expulcyfe
My mynde to her / was so ententyfe
That I folowed her / into a temple ferre
Replete with Ioye / as bryght as ony sterre
Where dulcet Flora / her aromatyke dewe
In the fayre temple / adowne dyde dystyll
All abrode / the fayre dropes dyde shewe
Encensynge out / all the vapours yll
With suche a swetenes / Flora dyde fulfyll
All the temple / that my gowne well shewed
The lycoure swete / of the droppes endewed
In the fayre temple / adowne dyde dystyll
All abrode / the fayre dropes dyde shewe
Encensynge out / all the vapours yll
With suche a swetenes / Flora dyde fulfyll
All the temple / that my gowne well shewed
The lycoure swete / of the droppes endewed
And so to a chambre / full solacyous
Dame musyke wente / with la bell pucell
All of Iasper / with stones precyous
The rose was wrought / curyously and well
The wyndowes glased / meruaylously to tell
With clothe of tyssue / in the rychest maner
The walles were hanged / hye and cyrculer
Dame musyke wente / with la bell pucell
All of Iasper / with stones precyous
The rose was wrought / curyously and well
The wyndowes glased / meruaylously to tell
With clothe of tyssue / in the rychest maner
The walles were hanged / hye and cyrculer
There sate dame musyke / with all her mynstralsy
As taboures / trumpettes / with pypes melodyous
Sakbuttes / organs / and the recorder swetely
Harpes / lutes / and crouddes ryght delycyous
Cỹphans / doussemers / wt clarycymbales gloryous
Rebeckes / clarycordes / eche in theyr degre
Dyde sytte aboute / theyr ladyes mageste
As taboures / trumpettes / with pypes melodyous
Sakbuttes / organs / and the recorder swetely
Harpes / lutes / and crouddes ryght delycyous
Cỹphans / doussemers / wt clarycymbales gloryous
Rebeckes / clarycordes / eche in theyr degre
Dyde sytte aboute / theyr ladyes mageste
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Before dame musyke / I dyde knele adowne
Sayenge to her / o fayre lady pleasaunt
Your prudence reyneth / most hye in renowne
For you be euer / ryght concordant
With perfyte reason / whiche is not varyaunt
I beseche your grace / with all my dylygence
To instructe me / in your noble scyence
Sayenge to her / o fayre lady pleasaunt
Your prudence reyneth / most hye in renowne
For you be euer / ryght concordant
With perfyte reason / whiche is not varyaunt
I beseche your grace / with all my dylygence
To instructe me / in your noble scyence
It is she sayde / ryght gretely prouffytable
For musyke doth sette / in all vnyte
The dyscorde thynges / whiche are varyable
And deuoydeth myschefe / and grete inyquyte
Where lacketh musyke / there is no pleynte
For musyke is concorde / and also peace
Nothynge without musyke / maye well encreace
For musyke doth sette / in all vnyte
The dyscorde thynges / whiche are varyable
And deuoydeth myschefe / and grete inyquyte
Where lacketh musyke / there is no pleynte
For musyke is concorde / and also peace
Nothynge without musyke / maye well encreace
The .vii. scyences / in one monacorde
Eche vp on other / do full well depende
Musyke hath them / so set in concorde
That all in one / maye ryght well extende
All perfyte reason / they do so comprehende
That they are waye / and perfyte doctryne
To the Ioye aboue / whiche is celestyne
Eche vp on other / do full well depende
Musyke hath them / so set in concorde
That all in one / maye ryght well extende
All perfyte reason / they do so comprehende
That they are waye / and perfyte doctryne
To the Ioye aboue / whiche is celestyne
And yet also / the perfyte physyke
Whiche appertayneth well to the body
Doth well resemble / vnto the musyke
Whan the inwarde intrayles / tourneth contrary
That nature can not / werke dyrectly
Than doth phesyke / the partes interyall
In ordre set / to theyr orygynall
Whiche appertayneth well to the body
Doth well resemble / vnto the musyke
Whan the inwarde intrayles / tourneth contrary
That nature can not / werke dyrectly
Than doth phesyke / the partes interyall
In ordre set / to theyr orygynall
But yet physyke / can not be lyberall
As the .vii. scyence / by good auctoryte
Whiche ledeth the soule / the waye in specyall
By good doctryne / to dame eternyte
Onely of physyke / it is the propryete
To ayde the body / in euery sekenes
That is ryght frayle / and full of bryttylnes
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Whiche ledeth the soule / the waye in specyall
By good doctryne / to dame eternyte
Onely of physyke / it is the propryete
To ayde the body / in euery sekenes
That is ryght frayle / and full of bryttylnes
And bycause physyke / is apendant
Vnto the body / by helpe of medycene
And to the soule / nothynge apportenaunt
To cause the body / for to enclyne
In eternall helthe / so the soule to domyne
For to the body / the scyence seuen
Doth teche to lede / the soule to heuen
Vnto the body / by helpe of medycene
And to the soule / nothynge apportenaunt
To cause the body / for to enclyne
In eternall helthe / so the soule to domyne
For to the body / the scyence seuen
Doth teche to lede / the soule to heuen
And musyke selfe it is melodyous
To reioyce the yeres / and confort the brayne
Sharpynge the wyttes / with sounde solacyous
Deuoydynge bad thoughtes / whiche dyde remayne
It gladdeth the herte / also well certayue
Lengthe the lyfe / with dulcet armony
It is good recreacyon / after study
To reioyce the yeres / and confort the brayne
Sharpynge the wyttes / with sounde solacyous
Deuoydynge bad thoughtes / whiche dyde remayne
It gladdeth the herte / also well certayue
Lengthe the lyfe / with dulcet armony
It is good recreacyon / after study
She cōmaunded her mynstrelles / ryght anone to play
Mamours the swete / and the gentyll daunce
With la bell pucell / that was fayre and gaye
She me recommaunded / with all pleasaunce
To daunce true mesures / without varyaunce
O lorde god / how glad than was I
So for to daunce / with my swete lady
Mamours the swete / and the gentyll daunce
With la bell pucell / that was fayre and gaye
She me recommaunded / with all pleasaunce
To daunce true mesures / without varyaunce
O lorde god / how glad than was I
So for to daunce / with my swete lady
By her propre hande / soft as ony sylke
With due obeysaunce / I dyde her than take
Her skynne was whyte / as whalles bone or mylke
My thoughtes was rauysshed / I myght not aslake
My brennynge hert / she the fyre dyde make
These daunces truely / musyke hath me tought
To lute or daunce / but it auayled nought
With due obeysaunce / I dyde her than take
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My thoughtes was rauysshed / I myght not aslake
My brennynge hert / she the fyre dyde make
These daunces truely / musyke hath me tought
To lute or daunce / but it auayled nought
For the fyre kyndled / and waxed more and more
The dauncynge blewe it / with her beaute clere
My hert sekened / and began waxe sore
A mynute .vi. houres / and .vi. houres a yere
I thought it was / so heuy was my chere
But yet for to couer / my grete loue aryght
The outwarde coūtenauce / I made gladde and lyght
The dauncynge blewe it / with her beaute clere
My hert sekened / and began waxe sore
A mynute .vi. houres / and .vi. houres a yere
I thought it was / so heuy was my chere
But yet for to couer / my grete loue aryght
The outwarde coūtenauce / I made gladde and lyght
And for fere myne eyes / shoulde myne hert bewraye
I toke my leue / and to a temple went
And all alone / I to my selfe dyde saye
Alas what fortune / hath me hyder sent
To deuoyde my Ioye / and my hert tourment
No man can tell / how grete a payne it is
But yf he wyll fele it / as I do ywys
I toke my leue / and to a temple went
And all alone / I to my selfe dyde saye
Alas what fortune / hath me hyder sent
To deuoyde my Ioye / and my hert tourment
No man can tell / how grete a payne it is
But yf he wyll fele it / as I do ywys
Alas o lady / how cruell arte thou
Of pytous doloure / for to buylde a nest
In my true herte / as thou dost ryght now
Yet of all ladyes / I must loue the best
Thy beaute thereto / dyde me sure arest
Alas with loue / whan that it doth the please
Thou mayst cease my care / and my payne soon ease
Of pytous doloure / for to buylde a nest
In my true herte / as thou dost ryght now
Yet of all ladyes / I must loue the best
Thy beaute thereto / dyde me sure arest
Alas with loue / whan that it doth the please
Thou mayst cease my care / and my payne soon ease
Alas how sore / maye I now bewayle
The pyteous chaunce / whiche dyde me happe
My ladyes lokes / dyde me so assayle
That sodaynly / my herte was in a trappe
By Venus caught / and with so sore a clappe
That throughe / the grete stroke dyde perse
Alas for wo / I coude not reuerse
The pyteous chaunce / whiche dyde me happe
My ladyes lokes / dyde me so assayle
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By Venus caught / and with so sore a clappe
That throughe / the grete stroke dyde perse
Alas for wo / I coude not reuerse
Farewe all Ioye / and all perfyte pleasure
Fare well my lust / and my lykynge
For wo is comen / with me to endure
Now must I lede / my lyfe in mornynge
I maye not lute / or yet daunce / or synge
O la bell pucell / my lad gloryous
You are the cause / that I am so dolorous
Fare well my lust / and my lykynge
For wo is comen / with me to endure
Now must I lede / my lyfe in mornynge
I maye not lute / or yet daunce / or synge
O la bell pucell / my lad gloryous
You are the cause / that I am so dolorous
Alas fayre lady / and myne owne swete herte
With my seruyce / I yelde me to your wyll
You haue me fettred / I maye not asterte
At your pleasure / ye maye me saue or kyll
Bycause I loue you / wyll you now me spyll
Alas it were a pytous cace in dede
That you with deth / shoulde rewarde my mede
With my seruyce / I yelde me to your wyll
You haue me fettred / I maye not asterte
At your pleasure / ye maye me saue or kyll
Bycause I loue you / wyll you now me spyll
Alas it were a pytous cace in dede
That you with deth / shoulde rewarde my mede
A / a / that I am ryght wo bygone
For I of loue / dare not to you speke
For fere of nay / that maye encrease my mone
A naye of you myght / cause my herte to breke
Alas I wretche / and yet vnhappy peke
Into suche trouble / mysery and thought
With syght of you / I am in to it brought
For I of loue / dare not to you speke
For fere of nay / that maye encrease my mone
A naye of you myght / cause my herte to breke
Alas I wretche / and yet vnhappy peke
Into suche trouble / mysery and thought
With syght of you / I am in to it brought
And to my selfe / as I made complaynte
I spyed a man / ryght nere me beforne
Whiche ryght anone / dyde with me acquaynt
Me thynke he sayde / that ye are nere forlorne
With inwarde payne / that your hert hath borne
Be not to pensyfe / call to mynde agayne
How of one sorowe / ye do now make twayne
I spyed a man / ryght nere me beforne
Whiche ryght anone / dyde with me acquaynt
Me thynke he sayde / that ye are nere forlorne
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Be not to pensyfe / call to mynde agayne
How of one sorowe / ye do now make twayne
Myne inwarde sorowe / ye begyn to double
Go your waye quod I / for ye can not me ayde
Tell me he sayde / the cause of my trouble
And of me now / be nothynge afrayde
Methynke that sorowe / hath you ouerlayde
Dryue of no lenger / but tell me your mynde
It maye me happe a remedy to fynde
Go your waye quod I / for ye can not me ayde
Tell me he sayde / the cause of my trouble
And of me now / be nothynge afrayde
Methynke that sorowe / hath you ouerlayde
Dryue of no lenger / but tell me your mynde
It maye me happe a remedy to fynde
A a quod I / it vayleth not your speche
I wyll with you / neuer haue medlynge
Let me alone / the most vnhappy wretche
Of all the wretches / that is yet lyuynge
Suche is the chaunce / of my bewaylynge
Go on your waye / you are nothynge the better
To me to speke / to make the sorowe gretter
I wyll with you / neuer haue medlynge
Let me alone / the most vnhappy wretche
Of all the wretches / that is yet lyuynge
Suche is the chaunce / of my bewaylynge
Go on your waye / you are nothynge the better
To me to speke / to make the sorowe gretter
Forsothe he sayde / remembre thynges thre
The fyrste is / that ye maye sorowe longe
Vnto yourselfe / or that ye ayeded be
And secondly / in grete paynes stronge
To muse alone / it myght tourne you to wronge
The thyrde is it myght / you well ease truely
To tell your mynde / to a frende ryght trusty
The fyrste is / that ye maye sorowe longe
Vnto yourselfe / or that ye ayeded be
And secondly / in grete paynes stronge
To muse alone / it myght tourne you to wronge
The thyrde is it myght / you well ease truely
To tell your mynde / to a frende ryght trusty
It is a Iewell / of a frende of trust
As at your nede / to tell the secretenes
Of all your payne / and feruent lust
His counseyle soone / maye helpe and redres
Youre paynfull wo / and mortall heuynesse
Alone is nought / for to thynke and muse
Therfore good sone / do me not refuse
As at your nede / to tell the secretenes
Of all your payne / and feruent lust
His counseyle soone / maye helpe and redres
Youre paynfull wo / and mortall heuynesse
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Therfore good sone / do me not refuse
And syth that you are / plunged all in thought
Beware the pyt / of doloros dyspayre
So to complayne / it vayleth you ryght nought
It maye so fortune / ye loue a lady fayre
Whiche to loue you / wyll nothynge repayre
Or elles ye haue lost / grete londe or substaunce
By fatall chaunge / of fortunes ordynaunce
Beware the pyt / of doloros dyspayre
So to complayne / it vayleth you ryght nought
It maye so fortune / ye loue a lady fayre
Whiche to loue you / wyll nothynge repayre
Or elles ye haue lost / grete londe or substaunce
By fatall chaunge / of fortunes ordynaunce
Tell me the cause / though that it be so
In cause you loue / I knowe it by experyence
It is a payne / engendrynge grete wo
And harde it is / for to make resystence
Agaynst suche loue / of feruent vyolence
The loue is dredefull / but neuertheles
There is no sore / nor yet no sykenes
In cause you loue / I knowe it by experyence
It is a payne / engendrynge grete wo
And harde it is / for to make resystence
Agaynst suche loue / of feruent vyolence
The loue is dredefull / but neuertheles
There is no sore / nor yet no sykenes
But there is a salue / and remedy therfore
So for your payne / and your sorowe grete
Councell is medycyne / whiche maye you restore
Vnto your desyre / without ony let
Yf ye wyll tell me / where your herte is sette
In the chayre of sorowe / no grete doubte it is
To fynde a remedy / for your payne ywys
So for your payne / and your sorowe grete
Councell is medycyne / whiche maye you restore
Vnto your desyre / without ony let
Yf ye wyll tell me / where your herte is sette
In the chayre of sorowe / no grete doubte it is
To fynde a remedy / for your payne ywys
A physycyen truely / can lytell decerne
Ony maner sekenes / without syght of vryne
No more can I / by good counseyle you lerne
All suche wofull trouble / for to determyne
But yf you mekely / wyll to me enclyne
To tell the cause / of your grete greuousnesse
Of youre inwarde trouble / and wofull sadnes
Ony maner sekenes / without syght of vryne
No more can I / by good counseyle you lerne
All suche wofull trouble / for to determyne
But yf you mekely / wyll to me enclyne
To tell the cause / of your grete greuousnesse
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Than I began / with all my dylygence
To here hym speke / so grounded on reason
And in my mynde / dyde make aduertence
How it was holsome / in trybulacyon
To saue a good / and a true companyon
For to knowe my sorowe / and wofull grefe
It myght me confort / and ryght well relefe
To here hym speke / so grounded on reason
And in my mynde / dyde make aduertence
How it was holsome / in trybulacyon
To saue a good / and a true companyon
For to knowe my sorowe / and wofull grefe
It myght me confort / and ryght well relefe
And of hym than / I asked this questyon
What was his name / I prayde hym me tell
Counseyle quod he / the whiche solucyon
In my wofull mynde / I lyked ryght well
And pryuely I dyde / his lesson spell
Sayenge to hym / my chaunce and destyny
Of all other / is the most vnhappy
What was his name / I prayde hym me tell
Counseyle quod he / the whiche solucyon
In my wofull mynde / I lyked ryght well
And pryuely I dyde / his lesson spell
Sayenge to hym / my chaunce and destyny
Of all other / is the most vnhappy
Why so quod he / thoughe fortune be straunge
To you a whyle / tornynge of her face
Her lourynge chere / she maye ryght soone chaunge
And you accepte / and call vnto her grace
Dyspayre you not / for in good tyme and space
Nothynge there is / but wysdome maye it wynne
To tell your mynde / I praye you to begynne
To you a whyle / tornynge of her face
Her lourynge chere / she maye ryght soone chaunge
And you accepte / and call vnto her grace
Dyspayre you not / for in good tyme and space
Nothynge there is / but wysdome maye it wynne
To tell your mynde / I praye you to begynne
Vnto you quod I / with all my hole assent
I wyll tell you trouthe / and you wyll not bewraye
Vnto none other / my mater and entent
Nay naye quod he / you shall not se that daye
your hole affyaunce / and trust ye well ye maye
In to me put / for I shall not vary
But kepe your counseyle / as a secretary
I wyll tell you trouthe / and you wyll not bewraye
Vnto none other / my mater and entent
Nay naye quod he / you shall not se that daye
your hole affyaunce / and trust ye well ye maye
In to me put / for I shall not vary
But kepe your counseyle / as a secretary
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And than to hym / in the maner folowynge
I dyde complayne / with syghynge teres depe
Alas quod I / you shall haue knowlegynge
Of my heuy chaunce / that causeth me to wepe
So wo I am / that I can neuer slepe
But walowe and tumble / in the trappe of care
My herte was caught / or that I was ware
I dyde complayne / with syghynge teres depe
Alas quod I / you shall haue knowlegynge
Of my heuy chaunce / that causeth me to wepe
So wo I am / that I can neuer slepe
But walowe and tumble / in the trappe of care
My herte was caught / or that I was ware
It happened so / that in a temple olde
By the toure of musyke / at grete solemnyte
La bell pucell / I dyde ryght well beholde
Whose beaute clere / and grete humylyte
To my herte dyde caste / the darte of amyte
After whiche stroke / so harde and feruent
To her excellence / I came incontynent
By the toure of musyke / at grete solemnyte
La bell pucell / I dyde ryght well beholde
Whose beaute clere / and grete humylyte
To my herte dyde caste / the darte of amyte
After whiche stroke / so harde and feruent
To her excellence / I came incontynent
Beholdynge her chere / and louely countenaunce
Her garmentes ryche / aud her propre stature
I regestered / well in my remembraunce
That I neuer sawe / so fayre a creature
So well fauourdly / create by nature
That harde it is / for to wryte with ynke
All her beaute / or ony hert to thynke
Her garmentes ryche / aud her propre stature
I regestered / well in my remembraunce
That I neuer sawe / so fayre a creature
So well fauourdly / create by nature
That harde it is / for to wryte with ynke
All her beaute / or ony hert to thynke
Fayrer she was / than was quene Elyne
Proserpyne / Cresyde / or yet ypolyte
Medea / Dydo / or yonge Polexyne
Alcumena / or quene Menelape
Or yet dame rosamoūde / in certaynte
None of all these / can haue the premynence
To be compared / to her hyghe excellence
Proserpyne / Cresyde / or yet ypolyte
Medea / Dydo / or yonge Polexyne
Alcumena / or quene Menelape
Or yet dame rosamoūde / in certaynte
None of all these / can haue the premynence
To be compared / to her hyghe excellence
Durynge the feest / I stode her nere by
But than he beaute / encreased my payne
I coude nothynge / resyste the contrary
She wrapte my herte / in a brennynge chayne
To the musycall toure / she went than agayne
I wente after / I roude not be behynde
The chayne she haled / whiche my hert dyde bynde
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I coude nothynge / resyste the contrary
She wrapte my herte / in a brennynge chayne
To the musycall toure / she went than agayne
I wente after / I roude not be behynde
The chayne she haled / whiche my hert dyde bynde
Tyll that we came / in to a chambre gaye
Where that musyke with all her mynstralsy
Dyuers base daunces / moost swetely dyde playe
That them to here / it was grete melody
And dame musyke / commaunded curteysly
La bell pucell / with me than to daunce
Whome that I toke / with all my pleasaunce
Where that musyke with all her mynstralsy
Dyuers base daunces / moost swetely dyde playe
That them to here / it was grete melody
And dame musyke / commaunded curteysly
La bell pucell / with me than to daunce
Whome that I toke / with all my pleasaunce
By her swete honde / begynnynge the trace
And longe dyde daunce / tyll that I myght not hyde
The paynfull loue / whiche dyde my herte embrace
Bycause wherof / I toke my leue that tyde
And to this temple / where I do abyde
Forthe than I went / alone to bewayle
My mortall sorowe / without ony fayle
And longe dyde daunce / tyll that I myght not hyde
The paynfull loue / whiche dyde my herte embrace
Bycause wherof / I toke my leue that tyde
And to this temple / where I do abyde
Forthe than I went / alone to bewayle
My mortall sorowe / without ony fayle
Now haue I tolde you / all the veraye trouthe
Of my wofull chaunce / and grete vnhappynesse
I praye you nothynge / with me to be wrothe
Whiche am drowned / in carefull wretchednesse
By fortune plunged / full of doublenes
A a sayde counseyle / doubte ye neuer a dele
But your dysease / I shall by wysdome hele
Of my wofull chaunce / and grete vnhappynesse
I praye you nothynge / with me to be wrothe
Whiche am drowned / in carefull wretchednesse
By fortune plunged / full of doublenes
A a sayde counseyle / doubte ye neuer a dele
But your dysease / I shall by wysdome hele
Remembre you / that neuer yet was he
That in this worlde / dyde lede all his lyfe
In Ioye and pleasure / without aduersyte
No worldly thynge / can be without stryfe
For vnto pleasure / payne is affyrmatyfe
Who wyll haue pleasure / phe must fyrste apply
To take tge payne / with his cure besely
That in this worlde / dyde lede all his lyfe
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No worldly thynge / can be without stryfe
For vnto pleasure / payne is affyrmatyfe
Who wyll haue pleasure / phe must fyrste apply
To take tge payne / with his cure besely
To deserue the Ioye / whiche after deth ensue
Rewardynge payne / for the grete besynesse
No doubte your lady / wyll vpon you rue
Seynge you apply / all your gentylnes
To do her pleasure / and seruyse doubtles
Harde is herte / that no loue hath felte
Nor for no loue / wyll than enclyne and melte
Rewardynge payne / for the grete besynesse
No doubte your lady / wyll vpon you rue
Seynge you apply / all your gentylnes
To do her pleasure / and seruyse doubtles
Harde is herte / that no loue hath felte
Nor for no loue / wyll than enclyne and melte
Remembre ye / that in olde antyquyte
How worthy Troylus / the myghty champyon
What payne he suffred / by grete extremyte
Of feruent loue / by a grete longe season
For his lady Cresyde / by grete trybulacyon
After his sorowe / had not he grete Ioye
Of his lady / the fayrest of all Troye
How worthy Troylus / the myghty champyon
What payne he suffred / by grete extremyte
Of feruent loue / by a grete longe season
For his lady Cresyde / by grete trybulacyon
After his sorowe / had not he grete Ioye
Of his lady / the fayrest of all Troye
And the famous knyghte / yclypped Ponthus
Whiche loued Sydoyne / so moche entyerly
What payne had he / and what care dolorous
For his lady / with love so meruaylously
Was not her hert / wounded ryght wofully
After his payne / his lady dyde her cure
To do hym Ioye / honoure and pleasure
Whiche loued Sydoyne / so moche entyerly
What payne had he / and what care dolorous
For his lady / with love so meruaylously
Was not her hert / wounded ryght wofully
After his payne / his lady dyde her cure
To do hym Ioye / honoure and pleasure
Who was with loue / more wofully arayde
Than were these twayne / and many other mo
The power of loue / hath them so asayde
That and I lyste / I coude not reherse also
To whome true loue / hath wrought mykell wo
And at the ende / haue hadde theyr desyre
Of all theyr sorowe / for to quenche the fyre
Than were these twayne / and many other mo
The power of loue / hath them so asayde
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To whome true loue / hath wrought mykell wo
And at the ende / haue hadde theyr desyre
Of all theyr sorowe / for to quenche the fyre
Languysshe no more / but plucke vp thyne herte
Exyle dyspayre / and lyue a whyle in hope
And kepe your loue / all close and couerte
It maye so fortune / that your lady grope
Somwhat of loue / for to drynke a sope
Thoughe outwardly / she dare not let you knowe
But at the laste / as I beleue and trowe
Exyle dyspayre / and lyue a whyle in hope
And kepe your loue / all close and couerte
It maye so fortune / that your lady grope
Somwhat of loue / for to drynke a sope
Thoughe outwardly / she dare not let you knowe
But at the laste / as I beleue and trowe
She can not kepe it / so preuy and close
But that somwhat / it shall to you appere
By countenaunce / how that her loue arose
Yf that she loue you / the loue it is so dere
Whan you come to her / she wyll make you chere
With countenaunce / accordynge vnto loue
Full pryuely for to come to her aboue
But that somwhat / it shall to you appere
By countenaunce / how that her loue arose
Yf that she loue you / the loue it is so dere
Whan you come to her / she wyll make you chere
With countenaunce / accordynge vnto loue
Full pryuely for to come to her aboue
Sendynge of loue / the messangere before
Whiche is her eyes / with louely lokes swete
For to beholde you / than euermore and more
After the tyme / that you togyder mete
With louynge wordes / she wyll you than grete
Sorowe no more / for I thynge in my mynde
That at the laste / she wyll be good and kynde
Whiche is her eyes / with louely lokes swete
For to beholde you / than euermore and more
After the tyme / that you togyder mete
With louynge wordes / she wyll you than grete
Sorowe no more / for I thynge in my mynde
That at the laste / she wyll be good and kynde
Alas quod I / she is of hye degre
Borne to grete londe / treasure and substaunce
I fere to sore / I shall dysdayned be
The whiche wyll trouble / all my greuaunce
Her beaute is / the cause of my penaunce
I haue no grete lande / treasure and ryches
To wynne the fauoure / of her noblenesse
Borne to grete londe / treasure and substaunce
I fere to sore / I shall dysdayned be
The whiche wyll trouble / all my greuaunce
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I haue no grete lande / treasure and ryches
To wynne the fauoure / of her noblenesse
What thoughe quod he / drawe you not abacke
For she hath ynoughe / in her possessyon
For you both / for you shall neuer lacke
Yf that ye ordre it / by good reason
And so in perfyte consyderacyon
She wyll with loue / her grene flourynge age
Passe forth in Ioye / pleasure and courage
For she hath ynoughe / in her possessyon
For you both / for you shall neuer lacke
Yf that ye ordre it / by good reason
And so in perfyte consyderacyon
She wyll with loue / her grene flourynge age
Passe forth in Ioye / pleasure and courage
Youth is alwaye / of the course ryght lyght
Hote and moyst / and full of lustynes
Moost of the ayre / it is ruled by ryght
And her complexyon / hath chefe intres
Vpon sanguyn / the ayres holsomnes
She is not yet / in all aboue .xviii. yere
Of tendre age / to pleasure most dere
Hote and moyst / and full of lustynes
Moost of the ayre / it is ruled by ryght
And her complexyon / hath chefe intres
Vpon sanguyn / the ayres holsomnes
She is not yet / in all aboue .xviii. yere
Of tendre age / to pleasure most dere
Golde or syluer / in ony maner of wyse
For sanguyne youthe / it is all contrary
So for to coueyte / for it doth aryse
Onely engendred / vpon the malencoly
Whiche is drye colde / and also erthely
In whiche the golde / is truely nutryfyde
Ferre frome the ayre / so clerely puryfyde
For sanguyne youthe / it is all contrary
So for to coueyte / for it doth aryse
Onely engendred / vpon the malencoly
Whiche is drye colde / and also erthely
In whiche the golde / is truely nutryfyde
Ferre frome the ayre / so clerely puryfyde
Thus couetyse / shall nothynge surmount
Your yonge ladyes herte / but onely nature
Shall in her mynde / make her to account
The grete losse of youth / her specyall treasure
She knoweth she is / a ryght fayre creature
No doubte it is / but yet pryuely amonge
So hye is nature / with his werkes stronge
Your yonge ladyes herte / but onely nature
Shall in her mynde / make her to account
The grete losse of youth / her specyall treasure
She knoweth she is / a ryght fayre creature
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So hye is nature / with his werkes stronge
That she of force / the mannes company
Muste well conueyte / for she maye not resyste
Damne natures werke / whiche is so secretely
Thoughe she be mayde / lette her saye what she lyst
She wolde haue man / thoughe no man it wyst
To make her Ioye / whan nature doth agre
Her thought is hers / it is vnto her fre
Muste well conueyte / for she maye not resyste
Damne natures werke / whiche is so secretely
Thoughe she be mayde / lette her saye what she lyst
She wolde haue man / thoughe no man it wyst
To make her Ioye / whan nature doth agre
Her thought is hers / it is vnto her fre
Who spareth to speke / he spareth to spede
I shall prouyde for you conuenyente
A gentyll tyme / for to attayne your mede
That you shall go / to your lady excellent
And ryght before take good aduysement
Of all the mater / that ye wyll her shewe
Vpon good reason / and in wordes fewe
I shall prouyde for you conuenyente
A gentyll tyme / for to attayne your mede
That you shall go / to your lady excellent
And ryght before take good aduysement
Of all the mater / that ye wyll her shewe
Vpon good reason / and in wordes fewe
Thus past we tyme / in communycacyon
The after none / with many a sentement
And what for loue / was best conclusyon
We demed oft / and gaue a Iugement
Tyll that in the euen / was refulgent
Fayre golden Mercury / with his beames bryght
Aboute the ayre castynge / his pured lyght
The after none / with many a sentement
And what for loue / was best conclusyon
We demed oft / and gaue a Iugement
Tyll that in the euen / was refulgent
Fayre golden Mercury / with his beames bryght
Aboute the ayre castynge / his pured lyght
Them to a chambre / swete and precyous
Councell me ledde / for to take my reste
The nyght was wete / and also tenebrous
But I my selfe / with sorowe opprest
Dyde often muse / what was for me best
Vnto my fayre lady / for to tell or saye
And all my drede was / for fere of a naye
Councell me ledde / for to take my reste
The nyght was wete / and also tenebrous
But I my selfe / with sorowe opprest
Dyde often muse / what was for me best
Vnto my fayre lady / for to tell or saye
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Though that my bedde / was easy and softe
Yet dyde I tomble / I myght not lye styll
On euery syde / I tourned me full ofte
Vpon the loue / I hadde so sette my wyll
Longynge ryght sore / my mynde to fulfyll
I called counseyle / and prayed hym to wake
To gyue me counseyle / what were best to take
Yet dyde I tomble / I myght not lye styll
On euery syde / I tourned me full ofte
Vpon the loue / I hadde so sette my wyll
Longynge ryght sore / my mynde to fulfyll
I called counseyle / and prayed hym to wake
To gyue me counseyle / what were best to take
Ha ha quod he / loue doth you so prycke
That yet your herte / wyll nothynge be eased
But euermore / be feble and syke
Tyll that our lady / hath it well appesed
Thoughe ye thynke longe / yet ye shall be pleased
I wolde quod I / that it were as ye saye
Fye fye quod he / dryue suche dyspayre awaye
That yet your herte / wyll nothynge be eased
But euermore / be feble and syke
Tyll that our lady / hath it well appesed
Thoughe ye thynke longe / yet ye shall be pleased
I wolde quod I / that it were as ye saye
Fye fye quod he / dryue suche dyspayre awaye
And lyue in hope / whiche shall do you good
Ioye cometh after / whan the payne is paste
Be ye pacyent / and sobre in mode
To wepe and wayle / all is for you in wast
Was neuer payne / but it hadde Ioye at laste
In the fayre morowe / ryse and make you redy
At .ix. at the clocke / the tyme is necessary
Ioye cometh after / whan the payne is paste
Be ye pacyent / and sobre in mode
To wepe and wayle / all is for you in wast
Was neuer payne / but it hadde Ioye at laste
In the fayre morowe / ryse and make you redy
At .ix. at the clocke / the tyme is necessary
For vs to walke / vnto youre lady gent
The bodyes aboue / be than well domyfyde
To helpe vs forwarde / without impedyment
Loke what ye saye / loke it be deryfyde
Frome perfyt reason / well exemplyfyde
Forsake her not / thought that she saye naye
A womans guyse / is euermore to delaye
The bodyes aboue / be than well domyfyde
To helpe vs forwarde / without impedyment
Loke what ye saye / loke it be deryfyde
Frome perfyt reason / well exemplyfyde
Forsake her not / thought that she saye naye
A womans guyse / is euermore to delaye
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No castell can be / of so grete a strength
Yf that there be / a sure syege to it layde
It muste yelde vp / or elles me be wonne at lengt
Thoughe that to fore / it bathe ben longe delayde
So contynuaunce / maye you ryght well ayde
Some womans herte / can not so harded be
But besy labour / maye make it agre
Yf that there be / a sure syege to it layde
It muste yelde vp / or elles me be wonne at lengt
Thoughe that to fore / it bathe ben longe delayde
So contynuaunce / maye you ryght well ayde
Some womans herte / can not so harded be
But besy labour / maye make it agre
Labour and dylygence / is full meruaylous
Whiche bryngeth a louer to his promocyon
Nothynge to loue / is more desyrous
Than instaunt labour / and delectacyon
The harded hert / it gyueth occasyon
For to consyder / how that her seruaunt
To obtayne her loue / is so attendaunt
Whiche bryngeth a louer to his promocyon
Nothynge to loue / is more desyrous
Than instaunt labour / and delectacyon
The harded hert / it gyueth occasyon
For to consyder / how that her seruaunt
To obtayne her loue / is so attendaunt
Thus all in comynynge / we the nyght dyde passe
Tyll in the ayre / with cloudes fayre and rede
Rysyn was Phebus / shynynge in the glasse
In the chambre / his golden rayes were sprede
And dyane derlynynge / pale as ony lede
Whan the lytell byrdes / swetely dyde synge
With tunes musycall / in the fayre mornynge
Tyll in the ayre / with cloudes fayre and rede
Rysyn was Phebus / shynynge in the glasse
In the chambre / his golden rayes were sprede
And dyane derlynynge / pale as ony lede
Whan the lytell byrdes / swetely dyde synge
With tunes musycall / in the fayre mornynge
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