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Confessio Amantis, Book Iii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Appolinus his lev e tok	A
To God and al the lond betok	A
With al the poeple long and brod	B
That he no lenger there abod	B
The king and queen e sorw e mad e	C
Bot yit somdiel thei weren glad e	C
Of such thing as thei herden tho	D
And thus betwen the wel and wo	D
To schip he goth his wif with child e	C
The which was ever e meke and myld e	C
And wold e noght departe him fro	D
Such lov e was betwen hem tuo	B
Lichorida for hire offic e	C
Was tak e which was a norric e	C
To wend e with this yong e wif	E
To whom was schape a woful lif	E
Withinne a time as it betidd e	C
Whan thei were in the see amidd e	C
Out of the north they sihe a cloud e	C
The storm aros the wynd e s loud e	C
Thei blewen many a dredful blast	B
The welkn e was al overcast	B
The derk e nyht the sonne hath under	F
Ther was a gret tempeste of thunder	F
The mone and ek the sterr e s both e	C
In blak e cloud e s thei hem cloth e	C
Wherof here briht e lok thei hyd e	C
This yong e ladi wepte and crid e	C
To whom no confort myhte avail e	C
Of child e sche began travail e	C
Wher sche lay in a caban clos	G
Hire woful lord fro hire aros	H
And that was longe er eny morw e	C
So that in anguisse and in sorw e	C
Sche was deliver e d al be nyht e	C
And ded in every mannes syht e	C
Bot nath e les for al this wo	D
A maid e child was bor e tho	D
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Appolinus whan he this knew	I
For sorwe a swoune he overthrew	I
That noman wiste in him no lif	E
And whanne he wok he seide quot Ha wif	E
Mi lust mi joi e my desir	J
Mi welthe and my recoverir	J
Why schal I live and thou schalt dy e	C
Ha thou fortune I thee deffi e	C
Nou hast thou do to me thi werst e	C
Ha hert e why ne wolt thou berst e	C
That forth with hire I myht e pass e	C
Mi pein e s weren wel the lass e quot	B
In such wepinge and in such cry	J
His ded e wif which lay him by	J
A thousend sith e s he hire kist e	C
Was nevere man that sih ne wist e	C
A sorwe unto his sorw e lich	K
For evere among upon the lich	K
He fell swounende as he that soght e	C
His oghn e deth which he besoght e	C
Unto the godd e s alle abov e	C
With many a pitous word of lov e	C
Bot such e word e s as tho wer e	C
Yit herd e nevere mannes er e	C
Bot only thilk e whiche he seid e	C
The maister schipman cam and preid e	C
With othr e suche as be therinn e	C
And sein that he mai nothing winn e	C
Ayein the deth bot thei him red e	C
He be wel war and tak hied e	C
The see be weie of his natur e	C
Receiv e mai no creatur e	C
Withinne himself as forto hold e	C
The which is ded forthi thei wold e	C
As thei conseilen al about e	C
The ded e body casten out e	C
For betre it is thei seiden all e	C
That it of hir e so befall e	C
Than if thei scholden all e spill e	C
	-
The king which understod here will e	C
And knew here conseil that was trew e	C
Began ayein his sorw e new e	C
With pitous herte and thus to sei e	C
quot It is al reson that ye prei e	C
I am quot quod he quot bot on al on e	C
So wolde I noght for mi person e	C
There fell e such adversit	B
Bot whan it mai no betr e be	C
Doth thann e thus upon my word	B
Let make a cofr e strong of bord	B
That it be ferm with led and pich quot	B
Anon was mad a cofr e sich	K
Al redy broght unto his hond	B
And whanne he sih and redy fond	B
This cofr e mad and wel enclow e d	B
The ded e bodi was besow e d	B
In cloth of gold and leid therinn e	B
And for he wolde unto hir winn e	B
Upon som cooste a sepultur e	B
Under hire heved in aventur e	B
Of gold he leid e somm e s gret e	B
And of jeueals a strong beyet e	B
Forth with a lettre and seid e thus	L
	-
quot I king of Tyr Appollinus	L
Do all e maner men to wit e	B
That hiere and se this lettr e writ e	B
That help e les without e red	B
Hier lith a king e s doghter ded	B
And who that happeth hir to find e	B
For charit tak in his mynd e	B
And do so that sche be begrav e	B
With this tr e sor which he schal hav e quot	B
Thus whan the lettr e was full spok e	B
Thei have anon the cofr e stok e	B
And bounden it with yren fast e	B
That it may with the waw e s last e	B
And stoppen it be such a wei e	B
That it schal be withinn e drei e	B
So that no water myhte it griev e	B
And thus in hope and good believ e	B
Of that the corps schal wel aryv e	B
Thei caste it over bord als blyv e	B
	-
The schip forth on the waw e s went e	B
The prince hath chang e d his entent e	B
And seith he wol noght come at Tyr	J
As thann e bot al his desir	J
Is ferst to seilen unto Thars e	B
The wyndy storm began to skars e	B
The sonne arist the weder cliereth	D
The schipman which behind e stiereth	D
Whan that he sih the wynd e s saght e	B
Toward e s Tharse his cours he straght e	B
	-
Bot now to mi matiere ayein	I
To telle as old e bok e s sein	I
This dede corps of which ye know e	B
With wynd and water was forthrow e	B
Now hier now ther til at e last e	B
At Ephesim the see upcast e	B
The cofre and al that was therinn e	B
Of gret merveil e now beginn e	B
Mai hier e who that sitteth still e	B
That God wol sav e mai noght spill e	B
Riht as the corps was throwe alond e	B
Ther cam walkende upon the strond e	B
A worthi clerc a surgi e n	I
And ek a gret phisici e n	I
Of al that lond the wisest on	I
Which hiht e Maister Cerymon	I
Ther were of his discipl e s som e	B
This maister to the cofre is com e	B
He peiseth ther was somwhat in	I
And bad hem bere it to his in	I
And goth himselv e forth withal	M
Al that schal fall e fall e schal	M
They comen hom and tari e noght	B
This cofre is into chambr e broght	B
Which that thei find e fast e stok e	B
Bot thei with craft it have unlok e	B
Thei loken in where as thei found e	B
A bodi ded which was bewound e	B
In cloth of gold as I seide er	J
The tresor ek thei founden ther	J
Forth with the lettr e which thei red e	B
And tho thei token betr e hied e	B
Unsowed was the bodi son e	B
And he which knew what is to don e	B
This nobl e clerk with all e hast e	B
Began the vein e s forto tast e	B
And sih hire ag e was of youth e	B
And with the craft e s whiche he couth e	B
He soghte and fond a signe of lif	E
With that this worthi king e s wif	E
Honest e ly thei token out e	B
And maden fyr e s al about e	B
Thei leide hire on a couch e soft e	B
And with a scheet e warm e d oft e	B
Hire cold e brest began to het e	B
Hire herte also to flacke and bet e	B
This maister hath hire every joignt	B
With certein oile and balsme enoignt	B
And putte a liquour in hire mouth	D
Which is to few e clerk e s couth	D
So that sche coevereth at e last e	B
And ferst hire yhen up sche cast e	B
And whan sche more of strengthe cawht e	B
Hire arm e s both e forth sche strawht e	B
Hield up hire hond and pitously	M
Sche spak and seide quot Ha wher am I	J
Where is my lord what world is this quot	B
As sche that wot noght hou it is	L
Bot Cerymon the worthi lech e	B
Ansuerde anon upon hire spech e	B
And seith quot Ma dam e yee ben hier e	B
Where yee be sauf as yee schal hier e	B
Hierafterward forthi as nou	I
Mi conseil is conforteth you	I
For trusteth wel without e fail e	B
Ther is nothing which schal you fail e	B
That oghte of reson to be do quot	B