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The Court Of Love Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCD AEAEEAA BFBFFGG ECECGGG GFGGHH IEIEEJJ KHKHHHI EAEAEII HIHIII A A AA JEJJAA HIHIIII IAIAAHH HFHFFI HEHE II IHIHHHH HEHEEAA AIAIIHA JIJIIHH AIAIIJJ IAIAAH AAA AAA IIIIIFF HHHHHF AI I AA HKHKKII HKHKKII AEAEEH

With timerous hert and trembling hand of drede	A
Of cunning naked bare of eloquence	B
Unto the flour of port in womanhede	A
I write as he that non intelligence	B
Of metres hath ne floures of sentence	B
Sauf that me list my writing to convey	C
In that I can to please her hygh nobley	D
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The blosmes fresshe of Tullius garden soote	A
Present thaim not my mater for to borne	E
Poemes of Virgil taken here no rote	A
Ne crafte of Galfrid may not here sojorne	E
Why nam I cunning O well may I morne	E
For lak of science that I can not write	A
Unto the princes of my life a right	A
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No termes digne unto her excellence	B
So is she sprong of noble stirpe and high	F
A world of honour and of reverence	B
There is in her this wil I testifie	F
Calliope thou sister wise and sly	F
And thou Minerva guyde me with thy grace	G
That langage rude my mater not deface	G
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Thy suger dropes swete of Elicon	E
Distill in me thou gentle Muse I pray	C
And thee Melpomene I calle anon	E
Of ignoraunce the mist to chace away	C
And give me grace so for to write and sey	G
That she my lady of her worthinesse	G
Accepte in gree this litel short tretesse	G
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That is entitled thus 'The Court of Love '	-
And ye that ben metriciens me excuse	G
I you besech for Venus sake above	F
For what I mene in this ye need not muse	G
And if so be my lady it refuse	G
For lak of ornat speche I wold be wo	H
That I presume to her to writen so	H
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But myn entent and all my besy cure	I
Is for to write this tretesse as I can	E
Unto my lady stable true and sure	I
Feithfull and kind sith first that she began	E
Me to accept in service as her man	E
To her be all the plesure of this boke	J
That whan her like she may it rede and loke	J
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When I was yong at eighteen yere of age	K
Lusty and light desirous of pleasaunce	H
Approching on full sadde and ripe corage	K
Love arted me to do myn observaunce	H
To his astate and doon him obeysaunce	H
Commaunding me the Court of Love to see	H
A lite beside the mount of Citharee	I
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There Citherea goddesse was and quene	E
Honoured highly for her majestee	A
And eke her sone the mighty god I wene	E
Cupid the blind that for his dignitee	A
A thousand lovers worship on their knee	E
There was I bid on pain of death t'apere	I
By Mercury the winged messengere	I
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So than I went by straunge and fer contrees	H
Enquiring ay what costes to it drew	I
The Court of Love and thiderward as bees	H
At last I sey the peple gan pursue	I
Anon me thought som wight was there that knew	I
Where that the court was holden ferre or ny	I
And after thaim ful fast I gan me hy	-
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Anone as I theim overtook I said	A
'Hail frendes whider purpose ye to wend '	-
'Forsooth ' quod oon that answered lich a maid	A
'To Loves Court now go we gentill frend '	-
'Where is that place ' quod I 'my felowe hend '	-
'At Citheron sir ' seid he 'without dowte	A
The King of Love and all his noble rowte	A
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Dwelling within a castell ryally '	-
So than apace I jorned forth among	J
And as he seid so fond I there truly	E
For I beheld the towres high and strong	J
And high pin cles large of hight and long	J
With plate of gold bespred on every side	A
And presious stones the stone werk for to hide	A
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No saphir ind no rub riche of price	H
There lakked than nor emeraud so grene	I
Baleis Turkeis ne thing to my devise	H
That may the castell maken for to shene	I
All was as bright as sterres in winter been	I
And Phebus shoon to make his pees agayn	I
For trespas doon to high estates tweyn	I
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Venus and Mars the god and goddesse clere	I
Whan he theim found in armes cheined fast	A
Venus was then full sad of herte and chere	I
But Phebus bemes streight as is the mast	A
Upon the castell ginneth he to cast	A
To plese the lady princesse of that place	H
In signe he loketh aftir Loves grace	H
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For there nis god in heven or helle y wis	H
But he hath ben right soget unto Love	F
Jove Pluto or what so ever he is	H
Ne creature in erth or yet above	F
Of thise the r vers may no wight approve	F
But furthermore the castell to descry	I
Yet saw I never non so large and high	-
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For unto heven it streccheth I suppose	H
Within and out depeynted wonderly	E
With many a thousand daisy rede as rose	H
And white also this saw I verily	E
But what tho daises might do signify	-
Can I not tell sauf that the quenes flour	I
Alceste it was that kept there her sojour	I
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Which under Venus lady was and quene	I
And Admete king and soverain of that place	H
To whom obeyed the ladies gode ninetene	I
With many a thowsand other bright of face	H
And yong men fele came forth with lusty pace	H
And aged eke their homage to dispose	H
But what thay were I could not well disclose	H
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Yet ner and ner furth in I gan me dresse	H
Into an halle of noble apparaile	E
With arras spred and cloth of gold I gesse	H
And other silk of esier availe	E
Under the cloth of their estate saunz faile	E
The king and quene ther sat as I beheld	A
It passed joye of Helisee the feld	A
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There saintes have their comming and resort	A
To seen the king so ryally beseyn	I
In purple clad and eke the quene in sort	A
And on their hedes saw I crownes tweyn	I
With stones fret so that it was no payn	I
Withouten mete and drink to stand and see	H
The kinges honour and the ryaltee	A
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And for to trete of states with the king	J
That been of councell chief and with the quene	I
The king had Daunger ner to him standing	J
The Quene of Love Disdain and that was seen	I
For by the feith I shall to god I wene	I
Was never straunger non in her degree	H
Than was the quene in casting of her ee	H
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And as I stood perceiving her apart	A
And eke the bemes shyning of her yen	I
Me thought thay were shapen lich a dart	A
Sherp and persing smale and streight as lyne	I
And all her here it shoon as gold so fyne	I
Dishevel crisp down hinging at her bak	J
A yarde in length and soothly than I spak	J
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'O bright Regina who made thee so fair	I
Who made thy colour vermelet and white	A
Where woneth that god how fer above the eyr	I
Greet was his craft and greet was his delyt	A
Now marvel I nothing that ye do hight	A
The Quene of Love and occupy the place	H
Of Citharee now sweet lady thy grace '	-
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In mewet spak I so that nought astert	A
By no condicion word that might be herd	A
B ut in myn inward thought I gan advert	A
And oft I seid 'My wit is dulle and hard '	-
For with her bewtee thus god wot I ferd	A
As doth the man y ravisshed with sight	A
When I beheld her cristall yen so bright	A
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No respect having what was best to doon	I
Till right anon beholding here and there	I
I spied a frend of myne and that full soon	I
A gentilwoman was the chamberer	I
Unto the quene that hote as ye shall here	I
Philobone that lov d all her life	F
Whan she me sey she led me furth as blyfe	F
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And me demaunded how and in what wise	H
I thider com and what myne erand was	H
'To seen the court ' quod I 'and all the guyse	H
And eke to sue for pardon and for grace	H
And mercy ask for all my greet trespace	H
That I non erst com to the Court of Love	F
Foryeve me this ye goddes all above '	-
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'That is well seid ' quod Philobone 'in dede	A
But were ye not assomoned to apere	I
By Mercury For that is all my drede '	-
'Yes gentil fair ' quod I 'now am I here	I
Ye yit what tho though that be true my dere '	-
'Of your free will ye shuld have come unsent	A
For ye did not I deme ye will be shent	A
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For ye that reign in youth and lustinesse	H
Pampired with ese and jolif in your age	K
Your dewtee is as fer as I can gesse	H
To Loves Court to dressen your viage	K
As sone as Nature maketh you so sage	K
That ye may know a woman from a swan	I
Or whan your foot is growen half a span	I
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But sith that ye by wilful necligence	H
This eighteen yere have kept yourself at large	K
The gretter is your trespace and offence	H
And in your nek ye moot bere all the charge	K
For better were ye ben withouten barge	K
Amidd see in tempest and in rain	I
Than byden here receiving woo and pain	I
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That ordeined is for such as thaim absent	A
Fro Loves Court by yeres long and fele	E
I ley my lyf ye shall full soon repent	A
For Love will reyve your colour lust and hele	E
Eke ye must bait on many an hevy mele	E
No force y wis	H

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