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Fro him that thei ben schet withoute。 260
Wherof; my Sone; be thou war;
Als ferforth as I telle dar。
For love moste ben awaited:
And if thou be noght wel affaited
In love to eschuie Slowthe;
Mi Sone; forto telle trowthe;
Thou miht noght of thiself ben able
To winne love or make it stable;
All thogh thou mihtest love achieve。
Mi fader; that I mai wel lieve。 270
Bot me was nevere assigned place;
Wher yit to geten eny grace;
Ne me was non such time apointed;
For thanne I wolde I were unjoynted
Of every lime that I have;
If I ne scholde kepe and save
Min houre bothe and ek my stede;
If my ladi it hadde bede。
Bot sche is otherwise avised
Than grante such a time assised; 280
And natheles of mi lachesse
Ther hath be no defalte I gesse
Of time lost; if that I mihte:
Bot yit hire liketh noght alyhte
Upon no lure which I caste;
For ay the more I crie faste;
The lasse hire liketh forto hiere。
So forto speke of this matiere;
I seche that I mai noght finde;
I haste and evere I am behinde; 290
And wot noght what it mai amounte。
Bot; fader; upon myn acompte;
Which ye be sett to examine
Of Schrifte after the discipline;
Sey what your beste conseil is。
Mi Sone; my conseil is this:
Hou so it stonde of time go;
Do forth thi besinesse so;
That no Lachesce in the be founde:
For Slowthe is mihti to confounde 300
The spied of every mannes werk。
For many a vice; as seith the clerk;
Ther hongen upon Slowthes lappe
Of suche as make a man mishappe;
To pleigne and telle of hadde I wist。
And therupon if that thee list
To knowe of Slowthes cause more;
In special yit overmore
Ther is a vice full grevable
To him which is therof coupable; 310
And stant of alle vertu bare;
Hierafter as I schal declare。
Touchende of Slowthe in his degre;
Ther is yit Pusillamite;
Which is to seie in this langage;
He that hath litel of corage
And dar no mannes werk beginne:
So mai he noght be resoun winne;
For who that noght dar undertake;
Be riht he schal no profit take。 320
Bot of this vice the nature
Dar nothing sette in aventure;
Him lacketh bothe word and dede;
Wherof he scholde his cause spede:
He woll no manhed understonde;
For evere he hath drede upon honde:
Al is peril that he schal seie;
Him thenkth the wolf is in the weie;
And of ymaginacioun
He makth his excusacioun 330
And feigneth cause of pure drede;
And evere he faileth ate nede;
Til al be spilt that he with deleth。
He hath the sor which noman heleth;
The which is cleped lack of herte;
Thogh every grace aboute him sterte;
He wol noght ones stere his fot;
So that be resoun lese he mot;
That wol noght auntre forto winne。
And so forth; Sone; if we beginne 340
To speke of love and his servise;
Ther ben truantz in such a wise;
That lacken herte; whan best were
To speke of love; and riht for fere
Thei wexen doumb and dar noght telle;
Withoute soun as doth the belle;
Which hath no claper forto chyme;
And riht so thei as for the tyme
Ben herteles withoute speche
Of love; and dar nothing beseche; 350
And thus thei lese and winne noght。
Forthi; my Sone; if thou art oght
Coupable as touchende of this Slowthe;
Schrif thee therof and tell me trowthe。
Mi fader; I am al beknowe
That I have ben on of tho slowe;
As forto telle in loves cas。
Min herte is yit and evere was;
As thogh the world scholde al tobreke;
So ferful; that I dar noght speke 360
Of what pourpos that I have nome;
Whan I toward mi ladi come;
Bot let it passe and overgo。
Mi Sone; do nomore so:
For after that a man poursuieth
To love; so fortune suieth;
Fulofte and yifth hire happi chance
To him which makth continuance
To preie love and to beseche;
As be ensample I schal thee teche。 370
I finde hou whilom ther was on;
Whos name was Pymaleon;
Which was a lusti man of yowthe:
The werkes of entaile he cowthe
Above alle othre men as tho;
And thurgh fortune it fell him so;
As he whom love schal travaile;
He made an ymage of entaile
Lich to a womman in semblance
Of feture and of contienance; 380
So fair yit nevere was figure。
Riht as a lyves creature
Sche semeth; for of yvor whyt
He hath hire wroght of such delit;
That sche was rody on the cheke
And red on bothe hire lippes eke;
Wherof that he himself beguileth。
For with a goodly lok sche smyleth;
So that thurgh pure impression
Of his ymaginacion 390
With al the herte of his corage
His love upon this faire ymage
He sette; and hire of love preide;
Bot sche no word ayeinward seide。
The longe day; what thing he dede;
This ymage in the same stede
Was evere bi; that ate mete
He wolde hire serve and preide hire ete;
And putte unto hire mowth the cuppe;
And whan the bord was taken uppe; 400
He hath hire into chambre nome;
And after; whan the nyht was come;
He leide hire in his bed al nakid。
He was forwept; he was forwakid;
He keste hire colde lippes ofte;
And wissheth that thei weren softe;
And ofte he rouneth in hire Ere;
And ofte his arm now hier now there
He leide; as he hir wolde embrace;
And evere among he axeth grace; 410
As thogh sche wiste what he mente:
And thus himself he gan tormente
With such desese of loves peine;
That noman mihte him more peine。
Bot how it were; of his penance
He made such continuance
Fro dai to nyht; and preith so longe;
That his preiere is underfonge;
Which Venus of hire grace herde;
Be nyhte and whan that he worst ferde; 420
And it lay in his nakede arm;
The colde ymage he fieleth warm
Of fleissh and bon and full of lif。
Lo; thus he wan a lusti wif;
Which obeissant was at his wille;
And if he wolde have holde him stille
And nothing spoke; he scholde have failed:
Bot for he hath his word travailed
And dorste speke; his love he spedde;
And hadde al that he wolde abedde。 430
For er thei wente thanne atwo;
A knave child betwen hem two
Thei gete; which was after hote
Paphus; of whom yit hath the note
A certein yle; which Paphos
Men clepe; and of his name it ros。
Be this ensample thou miht finde
That word mai worche above kinde。
Forthi; my Sone; if that thou spare
To speke; lost is al thi fare; 440
For Slowthe bringth in alle wo。
And over this to loke also;
The god of love is favorable
To hem that ben of love stable;
And many a wonder hath befalle:
Wherof to speke amonges alle;
If that thee list to taken hede;
Therof a solein tale I rede;
Which I schal telle in remembraunce
Upon the sort of loves chaunce。 450
The king Ligdus upon a strif
Spak unto Thelacuse his wif;
Which thanne was with childe grete;
He swor it scholde noght be lete;
That if sche have a dowhter bore;
That it ne scholde be forlore
And slain; wherof sche sory was。
So it befell upon this cas;
Whan sche delivered scholde be;
Isis be nyhte in privete; 460
Which of childinge is the goddesse;
Cam forto helpe in that destresse;
Til that this lady was al smal;
And hadde a dowhter forth withal;
Which the goddesse in alle weie
Bad kepe; and that thei scholden seie
It were a Sone: and thus Iphis
Thei namede him; and upon this
The fader was mad so to wene。
And thus in chambre with the qweene 470
This Iphis was forthdrawe tho;
And clothed and arraied so
Riht as a kinges Sone scholde。
Til after; as fortune it wolde;
Whan it was of a ten yer age;
Him was betake in mariage
A Duckes dowhter forto wedde;
Which Iante hihte; and ofte abedde
These children leien; sche and sche;
Whiche of on age bothe be。 480
So that withinne time of yeeres;
Togedre as thei ben pleiefieres;
Liggende abedde upon a nyht;
Nature; which doth every wiht
Upon hire lawe forto muse;
Constreigneth hem; so that thei use
Thing which to hem was al unknowe;
Wherof Cupide thilke throwe
Tok pite for the grete love;
And let do sette kinde above; 490
So that hir lawe mai ben used;
And thei upon here lust excused。
For love hateth nothing more
Than thing which stant ayein the lore
Of that nature in kinde hath sett:
Forthi Cupide hath so besett
His grace upon this aventure;
That he acordant to nature;
Whan that he syh the time best;
That ech of hem hath other kest; 500
Transformeth Iphe into a man;
Wherof the kinde love he wan
Of lusti yonge Iante his wif;
And tho thei ladde a merie lif;
Which was to kinde non offence。
And thus to take an evidence;
It semeth love is welwillende
To hem that ben continuende
With besy herte to poursuie
Thing which that is to love due。 510
Wherof; my Sone; in this matiere
Thou miht ensample taken hiere;
That with thi grete besinesse
Thou miht atteigne the richesse
Of love; if that ther be no Slowthe。
I dar wel seie be mi trowthe;
Als fer as I my witt can seche;
Mi fader; as for lacke of speche;
Bot so as I me schrof tofore;
Ther is non other time lore; 520
Wherof ther mihte ben obstacle
To lette love of his miracle;
Which I beseche day and nyht。
Bot; fader; so as it is riht
In forme of schrifte to beknowe
What thing belongeth to the slowe;
Your faderhode I wolde preie;
If ther be forthere eny weie
Touchende unto this ilke vice。
Mi Sone; ye; of this office 530
Ther serveth on in special;
Which lost hath his memorial;
So that he can no wit withholde
In thing which he to kepe is holde;
Wherof fulofte himself he grieveth:
And who that most upon him liev