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Here begynyth the Parlement of Foulys	A
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THE PROEM	B
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The lyf so short the craft so long to lerne	C
Thassay so hard so sharp the conquering	D
The dredful Ioy that alwey slit so yerne	C
Al this mene I by love that my feling	D
Astonyeth with his wonderful worching	D
So sore y wis that whan I on him thinke	D
Nat wot I wel wher that I wake or winke	D
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For al be that I knowe nat love in dede	E
Ne wot how that he quyteth folk hir hyre	F
Yet happeth me ful ofte in bokes rede	E
Of his miracles and his cruel yre	F
Ther rede I wel he wol be lord and syre	F
I dar not seyn his strokes been so sore	F
But God save swich a lord I can no more	F
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Of usage what for luste what for lore	F
On bokes rede I ofte as I yow tolde	E
But wherfor that I speke al this not yore	F
Agon hit happed me for to beholde	E
Upon a boke was write with lettres olde	E
And ther upon a certeyn thing to lerne	C
The longe day ful faste I radde and yerne	C
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For out of olde feldes as men seith	G
Cometh al this newe corn fro yeer to yere	F
And out of olde bokes in good feith	H
Cometh al this newe science that men lere	F
But now to purpos as of this matere	F
To rede forth hit gan me so delyte	E
That al the day me thoughte but a lyte	E
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This book of which I make of mencioun	C
Entitled was al thus as I shal telle	I
Tullius of the dreme of Scipioun '	-
Chapitres seven hit hadde of hevene and helle	I
And erthe and soules that therinnr dwelle	I
Of whiche as shortly as I can hit trete	E
Of his sentence I wol you seyn the grete	E
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First telleth hit whan Scipion was come	B
In Afrik how he mette Massinisse	A
That him for Ioye in armes hath y nome	B
Than telleth hit hir speche and al the blisse	A
That was betwix hem til the day gan misse	A
And how his auncestre African so dere	F
Gan in his slepe that night to him appere	F
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Than telleth hit that fro a sterry place	A
How African hath him Cartage shewed	E
And warned him before of al his grace	A
And seyde him what man lered other lewed	E
That loveth comun profit wel y thewed	E
He shal unto a blisful place wende	E
Ther as Ioye is that last withouten ende	E
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Than asked he if folk that heer be dede	E
Have lyf and dwelling in another place	A
And African seyde ye withoute drede '	-
And that our present worldes lyves space	A
Nis but a maner deth what wey we trace	A
And rightful folk shal go after they dye	J
To heven and shewed him the galaxye	J
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Than shewed he him the litel erthe that heer is	A
At regard of the hevenes quantite	E
And after shewed he him the nyne speres	A
And after that the melodye herde he	K
That cometh of thilke speres thryes three	K
That welle is of musyk and melodye	J
In this world heer and cause of armonye	J
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Than bad he him sin erthe was so lyte	E
And ful of torment and of harde grace	A
That he ne shulde him in the world delyte	E
Than tolde he him in certeyn yeres space	A
That every sterre shulde come into his place	A
Ther hit was first and al shulde out of minde	E
That in this worlde is don of al mankinde	E
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Than prayde him Scipioun to telle him al	I
The wey to come un to that hevene blisse	A
And he seyde know thy self first immortal	I
And loke ay besily thou werke and wisse	A
To comun profit and thou shalt nat misse	A
To comen swiftly to that place dere	K
That ful of blisse is and of soules clere	K
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But brekers of the lawe soth to seyne	C
And lecherous folk after that they be dede	E
Shul alwey whirle aboute therthe in peyne	C
Til many a world be passed out of drede	E
And than for yeven alle hir wikked dede	E
Than shul they come unto that blisful place	A
To which to comen god thee sende his grace '	-
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The day gan failen and the derke night	E
That reveth bestes from her besinesse	A
Berafte me my book for lakke of light	E
And to my bedde I gan me for to dresse	A
Fulfild of thought and besy hevinesse	A
For bothe I hadde thing which that I nolde	E
And eek I ne hadde that thing that I wolde	E
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But fynally my spirit at the laste	E
For wery of my labour al the day	E
Took rest that made me to slepe faste	E
And in my slepe I mette as I lay	E
How African right in the selfe aray	K
That Scipioun him saw before that tyde	E
Was comen and stood right at my bedes syde	E
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The wery hunter slepinge in his bed	E
To wode ayein his minde goth anoon	C
The Iuge dremeth how his plees ben sped	E
The carter dremeth how his cartes goon	C
The riche of gold the knight fight with his foon	C
The seke met he drinketh of the tonne	C
The lover met he hath his lady wonne	C
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Can I nat seyn if that the cause were	K
For I had red of African beforn	C
That made me to mete that he stood there	K
But thus seyde he thou hast thee so wel born	C
In loking of myn olde book to torn	C
Of which Macrobie roghte nat a lyte	E
That somdel of thy labour wolde I quyte '	-
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Citherea thou blisful lady swete	E
That with thy fyr brand dauntest whom thee lest	E
And madest me this sweven for to mete	E
Be thou my help in this for thou mayst best	E
As wisly as I saw thee north north west	E
When I began my sweven for to wryte	E
So yif me might to ryme and endyte	E
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THE STORY	K
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This forseid African me hente anoon	C
And forth with him unto a gate broghte	E
Right of a parke walled of grene stoon	C
And over the gate with lettres large y wroghte	E
Ther weren vers y writen as me thoghte	E
On eyther halfe of ful gret difference	A
Of which I shal yow sey the pleyn sentence	A
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Thorgh me men goon in to that blisful place	A
Of hertes hele and dedly woundes cure	K
Thorgh me men goon unto the welle of Grace	A
Ther grene and lusty May shal ever endure	K
This is the wey to al good aventure	K
Be glad thou reder and thy sorwe of caste	E
Al open am I passe in and hy the faste '	-
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Thorgh me men goon ' than spak that other syde	E
Unto the mortal strokes of the spere	K
Of which Disdayn and Daunger is the gyde	E
Ther tre shal never fruyt ne leves bere	K
This streem yow ledeth to the sorwful were	K
Ther as the fish in prison is al drye	J
Theschewing is only the remedye '	-
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Thise vers of gold and blak y writen were	K
Of whiche I gan a stounde to beholde	E
For with that oon encresed ay my fere	K
And with that other gan myn herte bolde	E
That oon me hette that other did me colde	E
No wit had I for errour for to chese	A
To entre or flee or me to save or lese	A
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Right as betwixen adamauntes two	L
Of even might a pece of iren y set	E
That hath no might to meve to ne fro	K
For what that on may hale that other let	E
Ferde I that niste whether me was bet	E
To entre or leve til African my gyde	E
Me hente and shoof in at the gates wyde	E
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And seyde hit stondeth writen in thy face	A
Thyn errour though thou telle it not to me	K
But dred the nat to come in to this place	A
For this wryting is no thing ment by thee	K
Ne by noon but he Loves servant be	K
For thou of love hast lost thy tast I gesse	A
As seek man hath of swete and bitternesse	A
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But natheles al though that thou be dulle	I
Yit that thou canst not do yit mayst thou see	A
For many a man that may not stonde a pulle	I
Yit lyketh him at the wrastling for to be	A
And demeth yit wher he do bet or he	A
And if thou haddest cunning for tendyte	E
I shal thee shewen mater of to wryte '	-
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With that my hond in his he took anoon	C
Of which I comfort caughte and went in faste	E
But lord so I was glad and wel begoon	C
For over al wher that I myn eyen caste	E
Were trees clad with leves that ay shal laste	E
Eche in his kinde of colour fresh and grene	C
As emeraude that Ioye was to sene	C
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The bilder ook and eek the hardy	E