The Complaint Unto Pity Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Pite that I have sought so yore agooA
With herte soore and ful of besy peyneB
That in this world was never wight so wooC
Withoute deth and yf I shal not feyneB
My purpos was to Pite to compleyneB
Upon the crueltee and tirannyeD
Of Love that for my trouthe doth me dyeD
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And when that I be lengthe of certeyne yeresE
Had evere in oon a tyme sought to spekeA
To Pitee ran I al bespreynt with teresE
To prayen hir on Cruelte me awrekeA
But er I myghte with any word outbrekeA
Or tellen any of my peynes smerteF
I fond hir ded and buried in an herteF
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Adoun I fel when that I saugh the herseE
Ded as a ston while that the swogh me lasteF
But up I roos with colour ful dyverseE
And pitously on hir myn eyen I casteF
And ner the corps I gan to presen fasteF
And for the soule I shop me for to preyeD
I was but lorn ther was no more to seyeD
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Thus am I slayn sith that Pite is dedF
Allas that day that ever hyt shulde falleG
What maner man dar now hold up his hedF
To whom shal any sorwful herte calleG
Now Cruelte hath cast to slee us alleG
In ydel hope folk redeless of peyneB
Syth she is ded to whom shul we compleyneB
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But yet encreseth me this wonder neweC
That no wight woot that she is ded but ID
So many men as in her tyme hir kneweC
And yet she dyed not so sodeynlyG
For I have sought hir ever ful beselyG
Sith first I hadde wit or mannes myndeF
But she was ded er that I koude hir fyndeF
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Aboute hir herse there stoden lustelyG
Withouten any woo as thoughte meH
Bounte parfyt wel armed and richelyG
And fresshe Beaute Lust and JolyteF
Assured Maner Youthe and HonesteF
Wisdom Estaat Drede and GovernaunceE
Confedred both by honde and alliaunceE
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A compleynt had I writen in myn hondF
For to have put to Pite as a billeG
But when I al this companye ther fondF
That rather wolden al my cause spilleG
Then do me help I held my pleynte stilleG
For to that folk withouten any fayleG
Withoute Pitee ther may no bille availeG
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Then leve I al these vertues sauf PiteF
Kepynge the corps as ye have herd me seynB
Confedered alle by bond of Cruelte Riv pH
And ben assented when I shal be sleynB
And I have put my complaynt up ageynB
For to my foes my bille I dar not sheweC
Th'effect of which seith thus in wordes feweC
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The Bill of ComplaintF
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Humblest of herte highest of reverenceE
Benygne flour coroune of vertues alleG
Sheweth unto youre rial excellenceE
Youre servaunt yf I durste me so calleG
Hys mortal harm in which he is yfalleG
And noght al oonly for his evel fareI
But for your renoun as he shal declareI
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Hit stondeth thus your contraire CruelteeF
Allyed is ayenst your regalyeD
Under colour of womanly BeauteF
For men shulde not lo knowe hir tirannyeD
With Bounte Gentilesse and CurtesyeD
And hath depryved yow now of your placeE
That hyghte 'Beaute apertenant to Grace '-
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For kyndely by youre herytage ryghtF
Ye ben annexed ever unto BounteF
And verrayly ye oughte do youre myghtF
To helpe Trouthe in his adversyteF
Ye be also the corowne of BeauteF
And certes yf ye wanten in these tweyneB
The world is lore ther is no more to seyneB
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Eke what availeth Maner and GentilesseE
Withoute yow benygne creatureJ
Shal Cruelte be your governeresseE
Allas what herte may hyt longe endureK
Wherfore but ye the rather take cureK
To breke that perilouse alliaunceE
Ye sleen hem that ben in your obeisaunceE
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And further over yf ye suffre thisE
Youre renoun ys fordoo than in a throweC
Ther shal no man wite well what Pite isE
Allas that your renoun is falle so loweC
Ye be than fro youre heritage ythroweC
By Cruelte that occupieth youre placeE
And we despeyred that seken to your graceE
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Have mercy on me thow Herenus queneB
That yow have sought so tendirly and yoreL
Let som strem of youre lyght on me be seneB
That love and drede yow ever lenger the moreL
For sothly for to seyne I bere the sooreL
And though I be not konnynge for to pleyneB
For Goddis love have mercy on my peyneB
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My peyne is this that what so I desireL
That have I not ne nothing lyk thertoF
And ever setteth Desir myn hert on fireL
Eke on that other syde where so I gooA
What maner thing that may encrese my wooA
That have I redy unsoght everywhereL
Me lakketh but my deth and than my hereL
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What nedeth to shewe parcel of my peyneB
Syth every woo that herte may bethynkeA
I suffre and yet I dar not to yow pleyneB
For wel I wot although I wake or wynkeA
Ye rekke not whether I flete or synkeA
But natheles yet my trouthe I shal susteneB
Unto my deth and that shal wel be seneB
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This is to seyne I wol be youres evereL
Though ye me slee by Crueltee your fooA
Algate my spirit shal never dissevereL
Fro youre servise for any peyne or wooA
Sith ye be ded allas that hyt is sooA
Thus for your deth I may wel wepe and pleyneB
With herte sore and ful of besy peyneB

Geoffrey Chaucer



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