Fortune Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCBC ABABBCBC ABABBCBC D AEAEEDED AEAEEDED AEAEEDED A FEGEEHEH D FEGEEHEH FEGEEHEH A EAEAAEAThis wrecched worldes transmutacioun | A |
As wele or wo now povre and now honour | B |
Withouten ordre or wys discrecioun | A |
Governed is by Fortunes errour | B |
But natheles the lak of hir favour | B |
Ne may nat don me singen though I dye | C |
Jay tout perdu mon temps et mon labour | B |
For fynally Fortune I thee defye | C |
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Yit is me left the light of my resoun | A |
To knowen frend fro fo in thy mirour | B |
So muchel hath yit thy whirling up and doun | A |
Ytaught me for to knowen in an hour | B |
But trewely no force of thy reddour | B |
To him that over himself hath the maystrye | C |
My suffisaunce shal be my socour | B |
For fynally Fortune I thee defye | C |
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O Socrates thou stidfast champioun | A |
She never mighte be thy tormentour | B |
Thou never dreddest hir oppressioun | A |
Ne in hir chere founde thou no savour | B |
Thou knewe wel the deceit of hir colour | B |
And that hir moste worshipe is to lye | C |
I knowe hir eek a fals dissimulour | B |
For fynally Fortune I thee defye | C |
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La respounse de Fortune au Pleintif | D |
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No man is wrecched but himself it wene | A |
And he that hath himself hath suffisaunce | E |
Why seystow thanne I am to thee so kene | A |
That hast thyself out of my governaunce | E |
Sey thus 'Graunt mercy of thyn haboundaunce | E |
That thou hast lent or this ' Why wolt thou stryve | D |
What wostow yit how I thee wol avaunce | E |
And eek thou hast thy beste frend alyve | D |
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I have thee taught divisioun bitwene | A |
Frend of effect and frend of countenaunce | E |
Thee nedeth nat the galle of noon hyene | A |
That cureth eyen derked for penaunce | E |
Now seestow cleer that were in ignoraunce | E |
Yit halt thyn ancre and yit thou mayst arryve | D |
Ther bountee berth the keye of my substaunce | E |
And eek thou hast thy beste frend alyve | D |
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How many have I refused to sustene | A |
Sin I thee fostred have in thy plesaunce | E |
Woltow than make a statut on thy quene | A |
That I shal been ay at thyn ordinaunce | E |
Thou born art in my regne of variaunce | E |
Aboute the wheel with other most thou dryve | D |
My lore is bet than wikke is thy grevaunce | E |
And eek thou hast thy beste frend alyve | D |
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La respounse du Pleintif countre Fortune | A |
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Thy lore I dampne it is adversitee | F |
My frend maystow nat reven blind goddesse | E |
That I thy frendes knowe I thanke it thee | G |
Tak hem agayn lat hem go lye on presse | E |
The negardye in keping hir richesse | E |
Prenostik is thou wolt hir tour assayle | H |
Wikke appetyt comth ay before syknesse | E |
In general this reule may nat fayle | H |
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La respounse de Fortune countre le Pleintif | D |
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Thou pinchest at my mutabilitee | F |
For I thee lente a drope of my richesse | E |
And now me lyketh to withdrawe me Riv p | G |
Why sholdestow my realtee oppresse | E |
The see may ebbe and flowen more or lesse | E |
The welkne hath might to shyne reyne or hayle | H |
Right so mot I kythen my brotelnesse | E |
In general this reule may nat fayle | H |
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Lo th'execucion of the majestee | F |
That al purveyeth of his rightwysnesse | E |
That same thing 'Fortune'' clepen ye | G |
Ye blinde bestes ful of lewdednesse | E |
The hevene hath propretee of sikernesse | E |
This world hath ever resteles travayle | H |
Thy laste day is ende of myn intresse | E |
In general this reule may nat fayle | H |
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Lenvoy de Fortune | A |
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Princes I prey you of your gentilesse | E |
Lat nat this man on me thus crye and pleyne | A |
And I shal quyte you your bisinesse | E |
At my requeste as three of you or tweyne | A |
And but you list releve him of his peyne | A |
Preyeth his beste frend of his noblesse | E |
That to som beter estat he may atteyne | A |
Geoffrey Chaucer
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