Here Foloweth Colyn Blowbols Testament Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Here Foloweth Colyn Blowbols Testament Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Whan that Bachus the myghti lorde	A
And Juno eke both by one accorde	A
Hath sette a broche of myghti wyne a tone	B
And after wardys in to the brayn ran	C
Of Colyn Blobolle whan he had dronke a tante	A
Bothe of Teynt and of wyne Alycaunt	A
Till he was drounke as any swyne	C
And after this with a mery chere	D
He rensyd had many an ale picher	D
That he began to loken and to stare	D
Like a wode bole or a wilde mare	D
So toty was the brayn of his hede	A
That he desirid for to go to bede	A
And whan he was ones therin laide	A
With hym self mervailously he fraide	A
He gan to walow and turn up and downe	C
And for to tell in conclucioun	C
Sore he spwed and alle vppe he kest	A
That he had recevyd in his brest	A
So that it was grete pit for to here	D
His lametacionne and his hevy chere	D
An hors wold wepe to se the sorow he maide	A
His evy countenaunces and his colour fade	A
I trow he was infecte certeyn	C
With the faitour or the fever lordeyn	C
Or with a sekenesse called a knave ateynt	A
And anon his herte he gan to faynt	A
And after ward their toke hym many a throw	D
Of good ale bolys that he had i blowe	D
He lokyd furyous as a wyld catt	A
And pale of hew like a drowned ratte	A
And in his bake their toke hym one so felle	E
That after ward folowed a very stynkyng smell	E
That for to cast was more vnholsam	F
Than aurum potab i le or aurum pimentum	F
And whan his angwyssh some what gan apese	G
He recovered of his dronken dessese	G
He set hym vppe and sawe their biside	A
A sad man in whom is no pride	A
Right a discrete confessour as I trow	D
His name was called sir John Doclow	E
He had commensed in many a worthier place	G
Then ever was Padow or Boleyne de Grace	G
Of so grete reverens werre the universities	G
That men toke entrie knelyng on their knees	G
In suche places his fader for hym had ben	C
Whate shuld I tell you ye wotte where I mene	C
And yet in phisike he cowth no skylle at alle	E
Whiche men callen baas naturalle	E
Good drynke he lovyd better than he did wepit	A
Men called hym maister John with the shorte tipet	A
Hereby menne may welle understonde and see	G
That in scolys he had take degr	D
And was welle laboured in the rough byble	E
Ffor he loved in no wise to be idele	E
An able man to be aboute a pope	H
Because he coude a conscience so welle grope	H
And make an man to bryng out his mynde	A
Every thing that he had left behynde	A
He gaf me many a good certacion	C
With right and holsom predicacion	C
That he had laboured in Venus secrete celle	E
And me exponyd many a good gossepelle	E
And many a right swete epistell eke	I
In hem perfite and not for to seke	I
And he had them i lerneid and i rade	A
And alle were good I trow their were none bade	A
And right like an hevynly instrument	A
Unto me ever his tounge wente	A
It was joie for to here and see	G
The fructuons talkyng that he had to me	G
He behavyd hym so lich a gostly leche	J
Both in countenaunce and in his speche	J
And bad I shuld by cause I was seke	I
Unto Lucina and to Ciraa eke	I
My soule byqueth or I hens deperte	A
As I wold have his prayers after ward	A
He promysyd me also that he wold syng	I
Foure devoite masses at my biryng	I
On of Bachus anothir of Lucina	C
The third of Juno the fourth of Ciria	D
And at Venus temple with grette devocion	C
I have to you so grette dilection	C
And for my soule ryng many a mery pele	E
In Venus temple and eke in hir chapelle	E
And also in many an othir holy stede	A
Where Spade may not helpe women at ther nede	A
And bad me eke be of right good chere	D
Alle the wyle I shold abyde here	D
And for any thing that he coude feele	E
That was in me I sholde do right wele	E
And yet he said Be myne avisment	A
Withoute tarying ye make your Testament	A
And by good avice alle thing welle besett	A
Loke ye do soo for ye shalle fare the bette	A
Whylis ye have your right memorie	D
Calle unto you your owne secretory	D
Maister Grombold that cane handelle a pen	C
For on booke he skrapith like an hen	C
That no man may his letters know nor se	G
Allethough he looke trughe spectacles thre	D
Lete such a man writte your Testament	A
For he shalle best folow your entent	A
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In Bachus Nomine Amen	C
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I Colyn Blowbolle all thinges to fulfille	E
Wol that this be my last welle	E
First I bequeth my goost that is bareyn	C
Whan it is depertid from the careyne	C
Unto the godesse called Lucina	C
And to hir sustir called Ciria	D
For Lucina hath the governale	E
Of the salt flodes wher many a ship doith saile	E
And ofentymes ther they gone to wrake	I
That causeth the stormes and the wawes blake	I
And Ciria eke as Fulgenes tellys	G
Abideth moste in flodis and spring wellys	G
And for be cause I have sette my plesaunce	G
In plent of drynke I shalle haue in penaunce	G
To dwelle in wayters as for a purgatory	D
Whan I deperte from this world transetory	D
Unto the tyme that Dyane of hir grace	G
List ordeyn me an other dwellyng place	G
But every sin must have his purgacion	C
Here or in an nothir habitacion	C
And for the swete wynes that arn so myghti	A
In whom I have sette alle my glorie	D
Therefor of right it must nedis be thus	G
My soule to dwelle in waters troublous	G
That ben salt and bitter for taste	A
And them to take as for my repaste	A
Ffor of right and as old bookes doon trete	A
Sharpe sawce was ordeigned for swete mete	A
And I bequeth also my wrecchid cors	G
Whiche of the soule gafe litelle fors	G
In the temple of Bachus to have his sepulture	D
That alwey hath done his best cure	D
To serve hym best with alle his hole entent	A
Erly and late and ay right diligent	A
The cause why I shalle to you devyne	C
Ffor Bachus is called the god of wyne	C
And for that licour is so presious	G
That oft hath made me dronke as any mous	G
Therfor I wille that ther it beryd be	D
My wrecchid body afore this god pard	A
Mighti Bachus that is myn owen lorde	A
Without variaunce to serve hym or discorde	A
And after that another throw hym toke	I
And therwith alle his body alle to shooke	I
Lyke as a fever that bernned hym so hote	A
And was to hym grete payne I wote	A
And other whiles such a f he lete	A
That men wend verely he had shete	A
Ther ys no storme ne tempest ay doth lest	A
But also sone as his anwhushe was past	A
He procedid to performe his wille	E
And byqueth as it was right and skille	E
Unto the abbasse of this monestary	D
I mene of Bachus that myghti lorde in glorie	D
Alas Sloth that devoute woman	C
Whiche hath the propret of a swan	C
Evyr to be in plent of licour	D
And in the morenyng by viij was his houre	D
To be as dronke as any swyne	C
With wyne or ale or some licour devyne	C
And to her sustres of that condicioun	C
Wheir ever they dwelle in citie or in towne	C
Alle the londys and possessions	G
That I have lying within the bowns	G
Of Southwerke and of the stwes syde	A
As wynde melles and water milles eke	I
With alle their purtenaunces lying on every syde	A
That be there redy and ar not for to seke	I
Sufficient i nough yf they were alle told	A
Ffor to serve many a grete houshold	A
By a charter to have and to hold	A
Under my seale of lede made the mold	A
And written in the skyne of swyne	C
What that it is made in parchemyne	C
Be cause it shuld perpetually endure	D
And unto them be both stable and sure	D
Sauf only a certeyn quyte rent	A
Which that I have gevyn with good entent	A
To pay for me unto my confessour	D
That called is a man of grette honoure	D
At the stewes side and their fast by	K
To have an hous and dwelle therin yerely	E
And to be paid of penaunce ten or twelve	L
As good livers as he is hym selfe	L
To fete it their whan he hath need therto	A
It is my wille right evyn that it be so	G
And of this rent yf that he doith faile	E
I gyve hym powre to skore on the tale	E
And take an d stresse yf that nede be	D
Upon the grounde one two or thre	D
And with hym home his stressis fo r to cary	D
And in his chamber to make them for to tary	D
Tille he be paid fully of the quyte rent	A
And wel i plesid after hys owyn entent	A
And at his forsaid charter maykyng	I
And also at the possess	G