<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346025" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Here Begynneth A Lyttell Treatyse Cleped La Conusaunce Damours</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forth gone the virgyns euerychone<br>Replet with ioye/and eke felicite<br>To gether floures. And some vnto one<br>Haue more fantasy/whan they it se<br>Than to all that in the medowes be<br>Another shall incontrary wyse<br>Gether other after theyr deuyse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So done clerkes/of great grauite<br>Chose maters/wheron they lyst to wryte<br>But I that am of small capacite<br>Toke on me this treatyse to endyte<br>Tauoyde ydelnesse/more than for delyte<br>And most parte therof/tolde was to me<br>As here after/ye may rede and se.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thus endeth the prologue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The thyrde idus/in the moneth of July<br>Phebus his beames/lustryng euery way<br>Gladdynge the hartes/of all our Hemyspery<br>And mouynge many/vnto sporte and playe<br>So dyd it me/the treuthe for to saye<br>To walke forth/I had great inclination<br>Per chaunce some where/to fynde recreation</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And as I walked/ever I dyd beholde<br>Goodly yonge people/that them encouraged<br>In suche maner wyse/as though they wolde<br>Ryght gladly have songe or daunsed<br>Or els some other gorgious thynge deuysed<br>Whose demeanynge/made me ryght ioyous<br>For to beholde/theyr dedes amorous.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>To wryte all thynges of plesure/that I se<br>In euery place/where I passed by<br>In all a day recunted it can nat be<br>Who coude discryue the fresshe beauty<br>Of dames and pusels/attyred gorgiously<br>So swete of loke/so amiable of face<br>Smilyng doulcely/on suche as stande in grace</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Certaynly theyr boute/and curtesy<br>Ofte moueth me/for to do my payne<br>Some thynge to wryte/them to magnifye<br>Aboue the sterres. But ay I may complayne<br>Ignoraunce/gouerneth so my brayne<br>That I ne dare/for nothynge presume<br>Out of my mouthe/to blowe suche a fume</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It is a laboure/great and hyedous<br>Requirynge study/and moche experience<br>For my shulders/it is to ponderous<br>Whiche am priuate/of suche condigne science<br>It is for a man/of hygh eloquence<br>And worthynes/fame and memorie<br>So noble a thynge/to laude and magnifie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But nowe to purpose/where I began<br>Walkyng abrode/wandryng to and fro<br>Beynge alone/with me was no man<br>Sodaynly/came in my mynde to go<br>Se. A faire pusell/and two or thre mo<br>Of her companions. This was myn entent<br>And by and by/forth thetherwarde I went.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Whan I came there/I founde at the dore<br>A dammusell/standyng all alone<br>Who I dyd salute/and ferthermore<br>Of her demaunded I/curtesly anone<br>Gentyll mayde where is your companion?<br>Syr she sayd (her hart on a mery pyn)<br>ye be welcome. she is nat nowe within</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But by her faire/and swete countenance<br>I perceyued lyghtly/what she ment<br>Dame daunger moued her to that daliaunce<br>But Desyre bad me go. and in I went<br>And sodaynly/by the hand me hent<br>This most curtes mayde/who I went to se<br>Sayenge welcome/most derely vnto me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And by the hande/than as she me had<br>In we went/talkynge joyously<br>Into a goodly parler/she me lad<br>And caused me to sytte/curtesly<br>Than vnto vs/came shortly by and by<br>Another/that me swetely dyd welcome<br>Bryngyng fresshe floures/and gave me some.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Than we began/to talke and deuyse<br>Of one and other/of olde acqueyntaunce<br>For comonly/of maydens is the gyse<br>Somtyme to demaunde for pastaunce<br>If that a man be in loues daunce<br>Or stande in grace/of any dammusell<br>Under suche maner/in talkynge we fell</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We spake of loue/yet none of vs all<br>Knoweth perfectly/what loue shulde be<br>The one affyrmed/people veneriall<br>Folowynge the course/of their natiuite<br>Endure great sorowe/and moche aduersite<br>And many suffre/suche peyne and turment<br>That as mad folke/them selfe all to rent</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thus sayd one/and vp helde it styffely<br>That loue was of suche maner nature<br>That it myght rather be called a mad fury<br>Than any maner thynge of pleasure<br>To whiche wordes/thother mayden demure<br>Replyed. Prayeng vs/to gyue her licence<br>In this matter/to shewe forth her sentence</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Gladly (we sayd (therto we assent<br>In this to here/your opinion<br>Forsoth (sayd she) ye shall nat be myscontent<br>All though therin/I make obiection<br>Where as nowe/ye haue made conclusion<br>Sayeng loue was a fury or a madnesse<br>Without all grauite/measure/or sadnesse</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Nay surely/your reason is defectyue<br>For this ye knowe very perfectly<br>That they that loue/and hate for to stryue<br>Lyue a thousande tymes more quietly<br>Than they/that hate eche other mortally<br>For where as is no loue/nor tranquillite<br>There is myschef/langour/and all aduersite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Loue is the very true manocorde<br>That euery wyght shulde harpe vpon<br>Louyng well eche other by very concorde<br>To this reason/byndeth vs euerychone<br>And this maner loue/is nat in vs alone<br>For bestes that haue/sence and vnderstandynge<br>By companies go/to gether right louynge</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Whiche doyng I repute very perfect loue<br>Whan by no crafte/nor male engyn<br>From their amite/wyll nat remoue<br>The one to socour other shall neuer blyn<br>Who can depart true louyng folkes at wyn?<br>Father/children/and frendes of aliaunce/<br>And good neyghbours helpe other i eche chauce.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This maner frendshyp/very loue I call<br>Other than this/or lyke no man can fynde<br>Abyde (sayd the other) I thynke ye shall<br>Here my reason/contrary to your mynde<br>I trowe none hence to the lande of Inde<br>Can be founde. Whiche hath nat tasted<br>Other loue/than ye haue nowe rehersed</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Harde you neuer tell/of yonge Pyramus/<br>And his swete loue/called fayre Thysby:<br>In all Babylon/the moost swete and gracious<br>Bothe shynyng/full of fresshe beauty<br>Dwellynge also/togyder very nye<br>Wherby the more/as I haue herde tell<br>Fro day to day/in feruent loue they fell</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>They wold both/ryght fayne haue bespoused<br>After suche lawe/as in that tyme they vse<br>But by theyr parentes/they were alway letted<br>Who of theyr myschief/I may well accuse<br>Neuer wolde one/the other of them refuse<br>The strayter they were kept/and inclosed<br>The more feruently/in loue they burned</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And whan they coude nat to gyther speke<br>They made signes/tokyn and lokynge<br>By suche meanes/theyr myndz wolde they breke<br>That one of other had perfect vnderstandynge<br>Nowe it happed/as loue is euer sekynge<br>To fynde remedye/what therof befall<br>So at last they founde/a chenke in a wall</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>At whiche place/oft these louers two<br>Mette and talked/of their wo and payne<br>Many tymes/theder wolde they go<br>And on the wall/piteously complayne<br>That he stode/betwene them louers twayne<br>Nat openyng to them so moche space<br>To come to gether/eche other to enbrace</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>These and like wordes/ofte wolde they say<br>O enuious wall certes thou doest amysse<br>If thou wylt nat suffre/that we may<br>Ioyne our bodies/suffre vs to kysse<br>Agaynst the/we neuer dyd amysse<br>Wherfore be nat thou/to vs vnkynde<br>Opyn thy selfe/and obey to our mynde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And whan they shulde part eche other fro<br>They toke leaue/and that ryght curtesly<br>yet alway/before or they wolde go<br>On eche syde/they kyst the wall swetely<br>Syghyng a lytell/very amorously<br>So wolde they stande/all many a longe nyght<br>Tyll Aurora/exild them with her lyght</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And whan Phebus gan/his bemes downespred<br>Dryeng vp the dewes/in the medowes grene<br>Than wolde they stele priuely to bed<br>That they shulde/of no persone be sene<br>Where most of all/theyr sorowe sharpe and kene<br>At the hart/gan to prycke a pace<br>That they ne coude/rest in any place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Nowe languysshe they/with syghes profoude<br>Nowe sorowe they/nowe they turne and wynde<br>Nowe fresshely bledeth/their incurable woude<br>Nowe cast they/right busely in mynde<br>Nowe they may/some crafte and maner fynde<br>Theyr kepers to deceyue/by some wyle<br>And to stele out/in the nyght by gyle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>After they had/fixed theyr myndes heron<br>They agreed/at theyr metyng place<br>That they wolde/into the feldes gon<br>The next nyght/and mete at a certayn place<br>And which, of them two/were first per case<br>Theder come/shulde no ferther go<br>Tyll the other/were ycome also.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Their metyng place/I vnderstande shulde be<br>At the supulchre/or tombe of kyng Ninus<br>(Kyng of Assiriens) vnder a goodly hye tre<br>Bearyng white aples/the tre cleped Morus<br>Growyng fast by/a fountayne delicious<br>In the sayd place/couenaunted to mete<br>yonge Pyram/and gracious Thysby swete.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Whan the longe day/was gone and past<br>And nyght come/every thynge at rest<br>The tendre mayde/hyed her ryght fast<br>To the dore she goth/redely and prest<br>And put therto/her doulce and softe brest<br>Openynge itso/for feare lest it shulde crake<br>And therwith/some of her kepars wake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So out at the dore/gote preuely is she<br>And through the towne/alone is went<br>Into the fyldes/towarde the foresayd tre<br>O swete Thysbe/howe true was your entent<br>Howe curtesly your hart dyd assent<br>For the loue of gentyll Pyramus<br>To enterprise/a thynge so perillous.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Myghty loues power/here may we beholde<br>Proued on this goodly damosell<br>What but loue coude make her so bolde?<br>She feared nat/the sauage beestes fell<br>Wherto shulde I any longer dwell?<br>Upon her way she went styll apace<br>Castyng euer/towarde the appointed place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>One myght demaunde/who was her gyde<br>Bycause it was in the quyet nyght<br>I answere none/but the hygh lorde Cupide<br>Whose souerayne puysaunce/and great myght<br>Turneth obscure darkenesse/vnto lyght<br>He leadeth folkes/that way as he wyll<br>In great parilles/redy for to spyll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So this lorde/of his myght and grace<br>Conduced Thysbe/in the wylde felde<br>Tyll she came vnto the foresayd place<br>Where she sate downe/vnder Morus selde<br>And as she sate/a ferre of she behelde<br>Towarde the wode/by lyght of the mone<br>A lyonesse/whiche towarde her dyd come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This lyones/in the wode had slayne<br>A beest before/and deuoured hym also<br>And came to drynke/at the sayd fountayne<br>Where Thysbe sate alone with her no mo<br>For feare wherof/lyghtly she to go<br>Into a denne/that was there besyde<br>Swete Thysbe ran/her for to hyde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(In moche perill/and great ieopardye<br>Thysbe was brought/by this sodayne fraye<br>For in that denne/wylde beestes vsed to lye)<br>For hast she fell/her kerchefe by the way<br>Whiche the lyones (as I haue harde say)<br>Founde. And in her blody mouthe toke<br>Rent/tore/and out agayne it shoke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Than forthwith she ran into the wode<br>And as soone as euer she was gone<br>Pyram came/and founde the cloth all blode<br>His hart gan to be/as colde as any stone<br>Sayeng these wordes/with most pitous mone<br>O nyght thou losest/and art distruction<br>Of two yonge louers of Babylon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Of whiche two/she that most worthy was<br>For to haue lyued/is deed fyrst of all<br>I am the cause/swete Thysbe (her alas)<br>That you ben slayne/of this beest truculentall<br>If I had come fyrst/than had it nat befall<br>O wretche that I am/to suffre swete Thysbe<br>To come alone/and here for to dye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O ye moost cruell/and rabbysshe lions fell<br>Come nowe and teare/the corps of Pyramus<br>ye sauage beestes/that in these rockes dwell<br>If blode to you be so delicious<br>Come and gnawe/my wretched body dolorous<br>And on the kerchef/with face pale and tryst<br>He loked ofte/and it right swetely kyst.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>With deedly syghes/his swerde out he drewe<br>Under the vmbre/of the forsayd tre<br>Wherwith shortly/hym owne selfe he slewe<br>Sayeng/take drynke nowe the blode of me<br>With whiche stroke/the blode (as it had be<br>Water spoutynge/out of a condite heed)<br>Spouted vp/whan he fell downe deed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And with the blode/in suche wyse sprynklyng<br>The frute of the tre/whiche that before<br>Was white. Turned as blacke as any thynge<br>And the blode/that sanke to the more<br>Depeinted it/a fayre purple colore<br>Whiche vnto this day/so remayne<br>But nowe to Thysby/turne I wyll agayne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>All though her feare were neuer the las<br>yet bycause she wolde nat breke promesse<br>She came softly/towarde thappoynted place<br>Bothe mynde and eye/lokyng without cesse<br>For yonge Pyram/the floure of gentylnesse<br>She loked euer/her swete hart to se<br>Tyll she approched/and came vnder the tre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Whan she behelde/the transformacion<br>Of the tre. She was right sore abasshed<br>And bycause it was in suche condicion<br>She thought it was nat/the place appoynted<br>But at last/as she more nerer loked<br>She sawe a corps/vpon the grounde lye<br>Newly slayne/tremblyng and all blody.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Wherwith she gan/to be as pale as leed<br>And stepped backe/a lyttell sodaynly<br>Incontinent she perceyued the corps deed<br>Was her owne swete hart/the noble Pyramy<br>O howe she gan moost piteously to crye<br>Her handes strayne/and her fyngers wrynge<br>Enragiously/her armes out castynge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She rent and tore/her goodly youlowe heare<br>And toke the corps/in her armes twayne<br>Desperously/wepynge many a teare<br>Amonge the blode/of her louer slayne<br>Her bytter teares/lay as thycke as rayne<br>And ofte she kyssed/his deedly colde visage<br>Styll cryeng/as though she wolde enrage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O swete Pyram/who hath taken you me fro?<br>O curtesse Pyram/speke nowe vnto me<br>I am thyn owne Thysby/full of wo<br>Here thy dere loue/that speketh vnto the<br>Lyfte ones vp thyn eyes Pyram me to se<br>And as she lay/this tomblyng on the grounde<br>At longe her kerchefe/in the blode she founde</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Than she knewe/howe he deceyued was<br>By the kerchefe/and the lyonesse<br>Agayne she cryed/o Pyram her alas<br>For my loue/doure of gentylnesse<br>Haue slayne your selfe/in peinfull distresse<br>O swete Pyram/syth it is for my sake<br>Of my dolorous lyfe/suche ende shall I make.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Of ioye with you/parttaker haue I be<br>What tyme ye lyued/most curtes Pyramus<br>Shulde deth thau departe you and me?<br>With you to dye/I am ryght desyrous<br>O parentz parentz/of our deth reous<br>To you our bodyes/I bequeth and take<br>To bury togyther/for neuer we shall forsake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O miserable tre/with thy bowes longe<br>Coueryng nowe/lyeng deed on the grounde<br>The noble Pyram/that whilom was so strouge<br>Thou shalt anone/of suche another wounde<br>Couer my corps. And in a littell stounde<br>She pulled the swerde out of Pyramy<br>And therwith slewe herselfe pyteously.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thautor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Than the damosell/that the storie tolde<br>Sygheh softe/and loked me vpon<br>Wherwith ye teares/downe on her chekes rolde<br>She had of theyr deth/so great compassion<br>That she was stryken in cogitacion<br>And stode a whyle/as one had ben dismayde<br>And these wordes/after to vs she sayd</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The damosell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O curtes Pyram/and swete Thysbe also<br>Herde was your fortune and destanye<br>your pitous deth/maketh myn hert wo<br>yet me thynke/I se your bodies lye<br>The tre and fountayne/ryght sorowfully<br>Unto this day/wepe and complayne<br>The lamentable dethe/of you louers twayne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Here was true loue/who can it deny?<br>Here were the burnyng sparcles of Cupyde<br>Here were two hertes/closed in one truly<br>Here were two louers/nat swaruyng asyde<br>O cursed lyonesse/wo mote the betyde<br>Thou were the cause/that these louers twayne<br>Were so soone/thus miserably slayne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O ye parentes/of these louers two<br>Why suffred you them/so for to spyll?<br>ye caused them/thether for to go<br>Wherof succeded/all their myschiefe and yll<br>ye myght haue had your goodly children styll<br>If ye had done/as reason doth require<br>To marry them/after theyr desyre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>These gentyls dyd/as christens nowe a day<br>Moost comonly/vse for to do<br>Whiche no doubt is/a moche cursed way<br>And causer of many yuels also<br>They marry/without consent of the two<br>Whiche mariage is nat worth an hawe<br>Damnable/and eke ayenst the lawe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>For to receyue this hygh sacrament<br>Is required moche solemnite<br>But one moost speciall/that is fre assent<br>Of both persones/of hye and lowe degre<br>Without whiche/mariage can nat be<br>Perfectly allowed/before the glorious face<br>Of the hygh god/in the celestiall place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Whan two maried/ayenst their myndes be<br>What is the very true consequens?<br>Contynuall discorde/moost comenly wese<br>Braulyng/chidyng/and other inconuenience<br>And another/moost poysonfull pestilence<br>For therof right ofte/aduoutry doth succede<br>Murdre/and many a myscheuous dede.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We se oft tymes/whan two to gether come<br>By great loue/and longe continuaunce<br>yet of suche/there haue ben founde some<br>Whiche dayly haue ben at distaunce<br>To them selfe/and other great noyaunce<br>And coude by no meanes/togyther agre<br>And by deuorse/departed haue they be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Than moche sooner/suche as by compulsion<br>Ben spoused/agaynst theyr owne fre wyll<br>Shulde nat do well. But to make relacion<br>Particlerly/of all and euery yll<br>That clamdestinat mariage doth fulfyll<br>I shulde than/to longe tary you twayne<br>Where I was/turne I shall agayne</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Before this tyme/you bothe haue harde tell<br>Of the trojan knyght/called Troylus<br>And of Creseide/the goodly damosell<br>On whom he was so depely amorous<br>For whom he was/so heuy and dolorous<br>That had nat ben Pandare/his trusty frende<br>Of his lyfe/he had lyghtly made an ende.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>For one syght he had/of that fresshe may<br>As he walked within the temple wyde<br>He loked as his hart/had ben pulde away<br>And coude nat moche longer there abyde<br>The fyrie dart/of the hygh lorde Cupyde<br>Had made in hym/so great and large a wounde<br>That lytell lacked/he fell nat to the grounde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There was none so expert phisician<br>That coude cure or helpe his maladye<br>To serche the wounde/myght no surgian<br>It was impossible/to come therby<br>None coude cure/saue the faire lady<br>Creseide. On whom he loked oft<br>Syghyng depe/and gronyng lowe and softe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What shulde I herof/longer processe make<br>Theyr great loue is wrytten all at longe<br>And howe he dyed onely for her sake<br>Out ornate Chaucer/other bokes amonge<br>In his lyfe dayes/dyd vnderfonge<br>To translate:and that most plesantly<br>Touchyng the mater/of the sayd story.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Of Cannace/somwhat wyll I tell<br>And of her brother/cleped Machareus<br>Howe Aeolous/her father ryght cruell<br>Made her dye a deth full pitous<br>But first she wrote/a pistoll dolorous<br>To her brother/of her wofull chaunce<br>These were her wordes to my remembraunce.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Cannace doughter/of Aeolous the kynge<br>Greteth Machare/her owne brother dere<br>In owne hande/a naked swerde holdynge<br>With the other writyng/as doth appere<br>In this epistoll that she sendeth here<br>Howe by naught els saue deth she can fynde<br>To content her fathers cruell mynde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O my father most innaturall<br>This swerde to me his daughter hath he sende<br>With whiche swerde/shortly anone I shall<br>Of my lyfe and sorowe make an ende<br>To other pite/he wyll nat condiscende<br>Wherfore his fierce mynde to content<br>To slee my selfe I must nedes assent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thautor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Than spake I/and wolde suffre her no more<br>Of this wofull mater/forther for to tell<br>Suche lamentable louers/greueth my hart sore<br>And also we coude nat moche longer dwell<br>Ryght glad was I/that it so happy fell<br>To here the hole of wofull Pyramus<br>Of her tolde/with gesture dolorous.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She wolde haue tolde/of many other mo<br>The great loue/and fatall destenye<br>Howe Phillis desolate/ofte alone wolde go<br>By hylles and dales/mornyng tenderly<br>For Demophon/and howe she dyd dye<br>But styll I prayed her to kepe silence<br>And leaue of her tragicall sentence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A man that sweteth/and is very hote<br>Brought to the fyre/is nat well content<br>What I meane/euery man doth wote<br>yet for this/I wolde nothyng assent<br>That she had declared/appert and euydent<br>To our fyrst purpose/what loue shulde be<br>And wherupon/we gan to argue all thre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The fyrst damosell/proued loue by reason<br>The other spake all by auctorite<br>Declaryng olde stories/of antique season<br>But to neyther of them wolde I agre<br>Without experience/proued can nat be<br>What is the myghty power of Cupyde<br>Whiche regneth through the great worlde wyde</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Experience (sayd they) we desyre to here<br>What therby to proue/you entende<br>Than loked I on them/with sad chere<br>Castyng howe for to make an ende<br>Of our argument/and nat offende<br>Nother of them/through my negligence<br>For one of them/was myn experience.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Forsoth (I sayd) I nat howe it may be<br>But ones I behelde/with great affection<br>A fayre pusell/whiche happed yll for me<br>For neuer syth/by no compulsion<br>I coude nat put her in obliuion<br>Nor my mynde pulle from her away<br>Nor neuer shall/to myn endyng day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>With her regarde/and swete countenaunce<br>She gave me a great mortall wounde<br>Through whiche deth/dayly both auaunce<br>Towarde me/onely to confounde<br>My wretched corps:whiche in the grounde<br>Must of foule wormes be eate and gnawe<br>So condemned/by cruell loues lawe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This lorde Cupide/lyst of his cruelte<br>Without reason/my body to turment<br>To mount an hylle/he constrayneth me<br>With his arowes/sharpe and violent<br>And me burnyng/with his brande ardent<br>yet vp the hyll/no way can be sought<br>To geat alone:so lowe am I brought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O Hyppomenes/howe happy thou were?<br>What tyme thou wast so moche amorous<br>On Atalanta/that curtes damosell dere<br>For whose loue/ne had nat ben Venus<br>Thou shuldest haue dyed a deth ryght greuous<br>But by.iii.balles (that she the gaue) of golde<br>Thou gotest thy loue of truthe/as it is tolde</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Clas suche socour/no where fynde I may<br>That me wyll helpe in myn heuynesse<br>And more encreaseth my sorowe day by day<br>Cruell thought on me doth neuer cesse<br>With feare and drede/my body to manesse<br>And with Dispeare/I haue so great stryfe<br>That gladly I wolde be reft of my lyfe</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And than call I vnto the systers thre<br>To come out of their furious selle<br>And from my peyne to delyuer me<br>I care nat/though I with them shulde dwell<br>Or rauenyng wolues/hungry/fierse/and felle<br>My body gnawe/and to peces rent<br>To be losed/of my great turment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O Pole wheron the great worlde rounde<br>Turneth about/by cours naturall<br>If a place may/vnder the be founde<br>I wolde gladly/therin that I shulde fall<br>O ye dogges/whiche to peces small<br>Tare Acreon/for Diana sake<br>I pray you of me an ende to make.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O crowes/rauons/and foules euerychone<br>What tyme my lyfe ended thus shalbe<br>Come than and take eche of you abone<br>And do beare them into what countre<br>Pleaseth you/for all is one to me<br>So I be out of this greuous payne<br>For any longer/I can it nat sustayne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Wherwith dame Reason cometh vnto me<br>Very swetely lokynge in my face<br>With whom cometh other two or thre<br>Good Esperaunce/and the lady Grace<br>And reason begynneth for to chace<br>The lordens away/whiche before<br>Turmented my wretched body sore</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Fyrst Reason to Disperaunce doth speke<br>Hym banysshyng out of our company<br>On hym she wolde gladly her angre wreke<br>But lady pacience standyng by<br>Sayeth to her very curtesly<br>ye must swetely shewe your selfe vntyll<br>This pacient here redy for to spyll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Than by the hande Reason doth me take<br>Sayeng/what though the gentyle Hypsiphyle<br>Distroyed her selfe for prue Jasons sake<br>That ayenst his promes/dyd her begyle<br>Leape nat thou/tyll thou come to the style<br>For thou hast here nowe before thy face<br>(Whiche she lacked) the goodly lady Grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Reason.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thou knowest after our hygh religion<br>Who that slee them selfe wylfully<br>By iuste sentence/of lastyng damnacion<br>Of helle. Be in great ieopardye<br>Wherfore I aduise the/loke theron wysely<br>Take nat example of/Dido and Myrra.<br>Nor yet of Phillis/Scylla/and Phedra.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I say to the as I sayd before<br>They lacked Grace/ye and me also<br>Whiche thou hast/and shalt haue euer more<br>In case that thou gladly woldest do<br>As we shall shewe the or that we go<br>Principally beware of Dispayre<br>In no wyse abyde that sower ayre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Another/thou shalt kepe moderacion<br>In all thynges/that thou gost about<br>Both in gladnesse/and lamentacion<br>Beware of thought/the villayn bolde and stout<br>Of heuynesse/with theyr cruell route<br>Feare/drede/discomfort/and mystrust<br>Incline the neuer after their peruers lust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What foly is it for a womans sake<br>Nat knowyng your corage nor entent<br>Suche lamentacion/and sorowe for to make<br>Perauenture her swete hart wolde assent<br>In all honour be at your comaundement<br>Wherfore fyrst/ye shulde by my counsell<br>Knowe the pleasure of the damosell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thautor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>To whiche counsell/accorden an agre<br>Desyre/and the curtes esperaunce<br>They two promesse/for to go with me<br>Dame fauour sayth she wyll so auaunce<br>With the helpe of prudent Gouernaunce<br>To solicite my mater in best wyse<br>And dame Discrecion shall it deuyse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The good holsome lady Remembraunce<br>Sayth recorde/was nat worthy Theseus<br>The hye conquerour/delyuered fro myschaunce<br>By socour of two ladyes gratious<br>For hym they were so moche pitous<br>That they put them selfe/in dauger of moche yll<br>Hym for to saue/that he shulde nat spyll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>For he had ben put to the Minataurus<br>Without prouise/of these ladies twayne<br>Within the mase/made by Dedalus<br>All though he had/the hidous monstre slayne<br>yet coude he neuer come out therof agayne<br>But by the ladies subttle inuencion<br>He slewe the beest/and came out anone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thou hast redde/ryght many an history<br>Of ladies and damosels great bounte<br>And howe soone they ben inclyned to mercy<br>As was the curtes lady/Hypermestre<br>For nothyng perswaded wolde she be<br>For all her father myght do or say<br>She conueyed her loue and lorde away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And bycause this lady wolde nat do<br>Scelerously/as dyd her systers all<br>Afterwarde she suffred moche wo<br>But no punyisshement/to her myght fall<br>That she ne thought the peyne very small<br>Suche ioye she had/of her spouse delyueraunce<br>That all her payne/to her was no greuaunce</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thus tender pite/in the hart feminall<br>Ronneth alway/vnto mannes defence<br>Theyr gentyll hertes/swete and liberall<br>Be lyghely turned/with great diligence<br>To mannes socour/and beneuolence<br>They speke/they praye/they labour and they go<br>Ryght tenderly/mannes profite for to do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thautor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So these ladies/debated with me styll<br>In whole company I was ryght ioyous<br>And at last/they sayd me all vntyll<br>Be mery and glad thou louer dolorous<br>For thy loue is so moche gracious<br>That we thynke vnto thy desyre<br>She wyll obey/as thou wylt requyre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thautor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Than call I/vnto my remembraunce<br>The great promesses/that Paris of Troye<br>Made to Heleyn/yet scant it was his chaunce<br>Her loue to gette/or her to enioye<br>All that he sayd was of perfect foye<br>He was a prince/and a kynges son also<br>yet longe it was/or she wolde with hym go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Whan I mynde Echates/ye woman beautious<br>All my sorowe begynneth to renewe<br>She and the fayre yonge man/called Hyrus<br>Betoken howe my loue shall neuer rewe<br>Nor pite me. yet as Acontius vntrue<br>To her wyll I vse neyther fraude ne wyle<br>Lyke as he dyd Cydippes begyle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thus thought and feare/all the longe day<br>Turment me/tyll Phebus the hemyspery<br>Hath fally ronne/so that we may<br>Perceyue the blacke nyght aprochyng nye<br>To bedde I go/lasshe and eke wery<br>In hope some repose for to take<br>And by that meane/my payne for to slake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sone after/that I am downe layde<br>Morpheus/softely cometh to me<br>Who at the fyrst/maketh me afrayde<br>Tyll I knowe/what man he shulde be<br>He leadeth me where as I may se<br>My swete loue/vnto whom I wolde<br>Desyrously/ryght oft my mynde haue tolde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And whan I haue ben about to speke<br>Cruell drede/hath stepped me before<br>He and feare/alway my purpose breke<br>yet her swete visage sheweth euermore<br>That of dame Pite/she knoweth well the lore<br>It can nat be/that her great beauty<br>Shulde be voyde/and without mercy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thus I stande debatyng a longe space<br>Than Morpheus/bryngeth me agayne<br>And whan I fynde me in the same place<br>Where I lay downe/with myn handes twayne<br>I graspe and fele/I sygh and complayne<br>And fynde it colde about me euery where<br>And perceyue that she was nat there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O howe thought taketh me by the hert<br>And heuynesse/falleth me vpon<br>Those two from me wyll neuer departe<br>Tyll they make my body as colde as stone<br>They say to me/remedy is none<br>In this behalfe ferther to pursewe<br>For on me/my loue shall neuer rewe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thought and heuynesse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thou mayst here lye/sygh/sorowe and wayte<br>And on thy miserable state complayne<br>For her beautye/frendes/and apparayle<br>Causeth her to haue the in disdayne<br>She forceth nat/of thy wo and payne<br>She is a fresshe yonge swete creature<br>Well bequeynted/with the lady pleasure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So stode the heuyns/whan thou were bore<br>And suche is thy fatall destenye<br>To loue one/whiche setteth lytell store<br>By the that art oppressed with mysery<br>What careth she/though thou for sorowe dye?<br>Or all thy lyfe/morne without a make<br>In wyldernesse/wandryng for her sake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We haue tolde the ofte/and longe agone<br>That thy swete loue/fresshe and gorgious<br>Loketh to stande in grace of suche one<br>That may stipate/her port sumptuous<br>To sayle forth/with fame glorious<br>Lackyng nothyng/that dame Volunte<br>Wyll demaunde/longyng to Leberte.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>For all thy lorde/who thou seruest so true<br>Whiche is the very blynde god Cupyde<br>Bearyng his signe/a face pale of hewe<br>As any ashes/wherto thou doest abyde<br>Vpholdyng it/with syghes large and wyde<br>yet we two shall do so moche our payne<br>Of Acrapos/shortly thou shalt be slayne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thautor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thus many a nyght/ofte I dryue away<br>Whiche me thynke longer than a yere<br>And whan I se the spryngynge of the day<br>yet somwhat gladed is my chere<br>For busynesse to me doth appere<br>Byddyng me to ryse and come lyghtly<br>Fye he sayth/vpon all sluggardy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Than I ryse/and my clothes take<br>As preuely and soft as it may be<br>Wherwith diligence begynneth to awake<br>Whiche ones vp/a newe wyll turment me<br>And whan I can no other way se<br>With them I go/where they wyll me leade<br>For as than/I can no better reade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Where euer I go/thought is neuer behynde<br>Nor heuynesse/they be alway present<br>To leaue them/I can no crafte fynde<br>For I beyng neuer so diligent<br>With busynesse/bothe mynde and eke entent<br>yet those two euer styll apeace<br>Come on me/my body to disease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>These two ofte/handle me so harde<br>That I am made lyke vnto a stone<br>To busynesse/hauyng no regarde<br>I leaue hym/and forth with anone<br>To some secrete place must I gone<br>A lytell whyle/my sorowe to complayne<br>From company/I do my selfe restrayne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Than I begyn in this maner wyse<br>Lowe and softe/that none shulde here me<br>O Venus Venus/is this your cruell gyse?<br>Styll to turment vnto the extremite<br>My pore body/whiche as you may se<br>Is brought into so great miserye<br>That for loue/shortly must I dye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The burnyng fyre of loue/doth me assayle<br>In suche wyse/that remedy is none<br>To quenche it/no water can auayle<br>Nor yet versus of cantacion<br>Of Pean/the artes euerychone<br>Nor of Mede/be nat worth a flye<br>I am condemned/and nedes must I dye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Of all vnlucky/I most infortunate<br>Most sorowfull/most heuy and lamentable<br>What is my wretched body/lyfe/and state?<br>Nought els/but a thynge miserable<br>Replenisshed with paynes intollerable<br>To syghe/to sorowe/and morne tenderly<br>And by loue/condemned for to dye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Of all louers/none can be founde<br>Whose case may well compared be<br>Vnto myn : through all the worlde rounde<br>Were out sought/yet shulde ye nat se<br>But that they had some felicite<br>But nought haue I/but all miserye<br>And by loue/condemned to dye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Troylous/of whom men so moche tell<br>That he so great a louer was<br>Vnto hym/the case ryght happy fell<br>For in his armes ofte he dyd enbrace<br>His swete loue/and stode so in her grace<br>That nothyng to hym wolde she denye<br>But by loue/condemned I am to dye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Many a nyght with his loue he lay<br>And in his armes/swetely can her holde<br>Of nothynge to hym sayd she nay<br>That he of her/aske or desyre wolde<br>His great ioy forsoth can nat be tolde<br>He had souerayne blysse/and I miserye<br>And by loue condemned for to dye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What ioy had Paris we Heleyn ye fresshe quene?<br>Deyanira/with fierce Hercules<br>Briseis/the lady bryght and shene<br>With her lorde/the hardy Achilles<br>And Penelope/with her spouse Ulixes<br>Great gladnesse they had/with som miserye<br>I haue no ioy: and am condemned to dye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Many a nyght/the friscant Leander<br>Lay also slept with his loue Herus<br>To passe Hellespont/she was his lode stere<br>And in all thynges to hym gracious<br>O these louers/fresshe and amorous<br>Ofte passed the tyme to gether ioyously<br>But by loue/condemned I am to dye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Fayre Phillis/and eke Demophon<br>Had togyther ryght great felicite<br>So had the lady Sapho with Phaon<br>So had Machare/with his syster Canace<br>Dido with Aene/what ioy had she?<br>Ryght longe hym reteynyng curtesly<br>No ioy haue I/and am condemned to dye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Myrra that loued her owne father dere<br>Wyckedly/by loue abhominable<br>Dyd so moche/that they lay both infere<br>All a nyght. doyng the dede damnable<br>Se howe Cupyde was fauorable<br>To her stynkyng loue/and transgression<br>And wyll me slee/for loyall affeccion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Wherby I se/it is predestinate<br>Vnto me : most wretched creature<br>For to haue this miserable state<br>And infinite sorowe to endure<br>Or bate of all ioy/and eke pleasure<br>Full of luctuous syghes and misery<br>And vtterly condemned for to dye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Wherfore adieu/all worldly vanite<br>Adieu frayle pleasure/rollynge lyke a ball<br>Adieu brytell trustes/that in this worlde be<br>Adieu I say/disceytes great and small<br>Adieu slipernesse styll redy for to fall<br>Lastly adieu/swete hert without mercye<br>For whose sake/I am condemned to dye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thautor to the two damosels.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Lo nowe you two/haue herde to the ende<br>What is loue/by suche experience<br>As I haue had. And nowe I you comende<br>Unto god/for I must depart hence<br>I thanke you hertely of your pacience<br>your curtesy/and eke your louyng chere<br>Of gentylnesse/that you haue made me here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>your chere here (they sayd) is but small<br>We wolde it were moche better for your sake<br>Our tanglynge/that to vs nowe hath fall<br>Wolde suffre vs/no chere for to make<br>And so theyr leaue/swetely of me they take<br>At the port or gate/and in they go<br>And I went strayght to my home also.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346025" data-title="Here Begynneth A Lyttell Treatyse Cleped La Conusaunce Damours de Anonymous Olde English" data-description="Forth gone the virgyns euerychone Replet with ioye/and eke felicite To gether floures. 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