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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395636" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Complaint unto Pity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pite, that I have sought so yore agoo<br>With herte soore and ful of besy peyne,<br>That in this world was never wight so woo<br>Withoute deth-- and yf I shal not feyne,<br>My purpos was to Pite to compleyne<br>Upon the crueltee and tirannye<br>Of Love, that for my trouthe doth me dye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when that I, be lengthe of certeyne yeres,<br>Had evere in oon a tyme sought to speke,<br>To Pitee ran I al bespreynt with teres<br>To prayen hir on Cruelte me awreke.<br>But er I myghte with any word outbreke<br>Or tellen any of my peynes smerte,<br>I fond hir ded, and buried in an herte.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adoun I fel when that I saugh the herse,<br>Ded as a ston while that the swogh me laste;<br>But up I roos with colour ful dyverse<br>And pitously on hir myn eyen I caste,<br>And ner the corps I gan to presen faste,<br>And for the soule I shop me for to preye.<br>I was but lorn, ther was no more to seye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus am I slayn sith that Pite is ded.<br>Allas, that day, that ever hyt shulde falle.<br>What maner man dar now hold up his hed?<br>To whom shal any sorwful herte calle?<br>Now Cruelte hath cast to slee us alle,<br>In ydel hope, folk redeless of peyne,<br>Syth she is ded, to whom shul we compleyne?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But yet encreseth me this wonder newe,<br>That no wight woot that she is ded, but I--<br>So many men as in her tyme hir knewe--<br>And yet she dyed not so sodeynly,<br>For I have sought hir ever ful besely<br>Sith first I hadde wit or mannes mynde,<br>But she was ded er that I koude hir fynde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aboute hir herse there stoden lustely,<br>Withouten any woo as thoughte me,<br>Bounte parfyt, wel armed and richely,<br>And fresshe Beaute, Lust, and Jolyte,<br>Assured Maner, Youthe, and Honeste,<br>Wisdom, Estaat, Drede, and Governaunce,<br>Confedred both by honde and alliaunce.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A compleynt had I, writen in myn hond,<br>For to have put to Pite as a bille;<br>But when I al this companye ther fond,<br>That rather wolden al my cause spille<br>Then do me help, I held my pleynte stille,<br>For to that folk, withouten any fayle,<br>Withoute Pitee ther may no bille availe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then leve I al these vertues, sauf Pite,<br>Kepynge the corps as ye have herd me seyn,<br>Confedered alle by bond of Cruelte[Riv., p. 641]<br>And ben assented when I shal be sleyn.<br>And I have put my complaynt up ageyn,<br>For to my foes my bille I dar not shewe,<br>Th'effect of which seith thus, in wordes fewe:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(The Bill of Complaint)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Humblest of herte, highest of reverence,<br>Benygne flour, coroune of vertues alle,<br>Sheweth unto youre rial excellence<br>Youre servaunt, yf I durste me so calle,<br>Hys mortal harm in which he is yfalle,<br>And noght al oonly for his evel fare,<br>But for your renoun, as he shal declare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hit stondeth thus: your contraire, Crueltee,<br>Allyed is ayenst your regalye<br>Under colour of womanly Beaute--<br>For men shulde not, lo, knowe hir tirannye--<br>With Bounte, Gentilesse, and Curtesye,<br>And hath depryved yow now of your place<br>That hyghte 'Beaute apertenant to Grace.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For kyndely by youre herytage ryght<br>Ye ben annexed ever unto Bounte;<br>And verrayly ye oughte do youre myght<br>To helpe Trouthe in his adversyte.<br>Ye be also the corowne of Beaute,<br>And certes yf ye wanten in these tweyne,<br>The world is lore; ther is no more to seyne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eke what availeth Maner and Gentilesse<br>Withoute yow, benygne creature?<br>Shal Cruelte be your governeresse?<br>Allas, what herte may hyt longe endure?<br>Wherfore, but ye the rather take cure<br>To breke that perilouse alliaunce,<br>Ye sleen hem that ben in your obeisaunce.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And further over yf ye suffre this,<br>Youre renoun ys fordoo than in a throwe;<br>Ther shal no man wite well what Pite is.<br>Allas, that your renoun is falle so lowe!<br>Ye be than fro youre heritage ythrowe<br>By Cruelte that occupieth youre place,<br>And we despeyred that seken to your grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have mercy on me, thow Herenus quene,<br>That yow have sought so tendirly and yore;<br>Let som strem of youre lyght on me be sene<br>That love and drede yow ever lenger the more;<br>For sothly for to seyne I bere the soore,<br>And though I be not konnynge for to pleyne,<br>For Goddis love have mercy on my peyne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My peyne is this, that what so I desire<br>That have I not, ne nothing lyk therto;<br>And ever setteth Desir myn hert on fire.<br>Eke on that other syde where so I goo,<br>What maner thing that may encrese my woo,<br>That have I redy, unsoght, everywhere;<br>Me lakketh but my deth and than my here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What nedeth to shewe parcel of my peyne?<br>Syth every woo that herte may bethynke<br>I suffre and yet I dar not to yow pleyne;<br>For wel I wot although I wake or wynke,<br>Ye rekke not whether I flete or synke.<br>But natheles yet my trouthe I shal sustene<br>Unto my deth, and that shal wel be sene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is to seyne I wol be youres evere,<br>Though ye me slee by Crueltee your foo,<br>Algate my spirit shal never dissevere<br>Fro youre servise for any peyne or woo.<br>Sith ye be ded-- allas that hyt is soo--<br>Thus for your deth I may wel wepe and pleyne<br>With herte sore and ful of besy peyne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Geoffrey+Chaucer">Geoffrey Chaucer</a><div class=q>
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With herte soore and ful of besy peyne,
That in this world was never wight so woo
Withoute deth-- and yf I shal not feyne,
My purpos was to Pite to compleyne
Upon the crueltee and tirannye
Of Love, that for my..."></div>
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