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Confessio Amantis. Explicit Liber Primus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Incipit Liber Secundus	A
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Inuidie culpa magis est attrita dolore	B
Nam sua mens nullo tempore leta manet	C
Quo gaudent alii dolet ille nec vnus amicus	A
Est cui de puro comoda velle facit	C
Proximitatis honor sua corda veretur et omnis	A
Est sibi leticia sic aliena dolor	B
Hoc etenim vicium quam sepe repugnat amanti	C
Non sibi set reliquis dum fauet ipsa Venus	A
Est amor ex proprio motu fantasticus et que	D
Gaudia fert alius credit obesse sibi	E
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Now after Pride the secounde	C
Ther is which many a woful stounde	C
Towardes othre berth aboute	C
Withinne himself and noght withoute	C
For in his thoght he brenneth evere	B
Whan that he wot an other levere	B
Or more vertuous than he	F
Which passeth him in his degre	B
Therof he takth his maladie	C
That vice is cleped hot Envie	G
Forthi my Sone if it be so	A
Thou art or hast ben on of tho	A
As forto speke in loves cas	A
If evere yit thin herte was	A
Sek of an other mannes hele	H
So god avance my querele	H
Mi fader ye a thousend sithe	I
Whanne I have sen an other blithe	I
Of love and hadde a goodly chiere	B
Ethna which brenneth yer be yere	B
Was thanne noght so hot as I	J
Of thilke Sor which prively	H
Min hertes thoght withinne brenneth	I
The Schip which on the wawes renneth	I
And is forstormed and forblowe	K
Is noght more peined for a throwe	K
Than I am thanne whanne I se	A
An other which that passeth me	F
In that fortune of loves yifte	C
Bot fader this I telle in schrifte	C
That is nowher bot in o place	A
For who that lese or finde grace	A
In other stede it mai noght grieve	G
Bot this ye mai riht wel believe	G
Toward mi ladi that I serve	G
Thogh that I wiste forto sterve	G
Min herte is full of such sotie	C
That I myself mai noght chastie	C
Whan I the Court se of Cupide	C
Aproche unto my ladi side	C
Of hem that lusti ben and freisshe	A
Thogh it availe hem noght a reisshe	A
Bot only that thei ben in speche	L
My sorwe is thanne noght to seche	L
Bot whan thei rounen in hire Ere	B
Than groweth al my moste fere	B
And namly whan thei talen longe	M
My sorwes thanne be so stronge	M
Of that I se hem wel at ese	A
I can noght telle my desese	A
Bot Sire as of my ladi selve	G
Thogh sche have wowers ten or twelve	G
For no mistrust I have of hire	B
Me grieveth noght for certes Sire	B
I trowe in al this world to seche	L
Nis womman that in dede and speche	L
Woll betre avise hire what sche doth	I
Ne betre forto seie a soth	I
Kepe hire honour ate alle tide	C
And yit get hire a thank beside	C
Bot natheles I am beknowe	K
That whanne I se at eny throwe	K
Or elles if I mai it hiere	B
That sche make eny man good chiere	B
Thogh I therof have noght to done	N
Mi thought wol entermette him sone	N
For thogh I be miselve strange	M
Envie makth myn herte change	M
That I am sorghfully bestad	C
Of that I se an other glad	C
With hire bot of other alle	H
Of love what so mai befalle	H
Or that he faile or that he spede	C
Therof take I bot litel heede	C
Now have I seid my fader al	H
As of this point in special	H
Als ferforthli as I have wist	C
Now axeth further what you list	C
Mi Sone er I axe eny more	B
I thenke somdiel for thi lore	B
Telle an ensample of this matiere	B
Touchende Envie as thou schalt hiere	B
Write in Civile this I finde	C
Thogh it be noght the houndes kinde	C
To ete chaf yit wol he werne	N
An Oxe which comth to the berne	N
Therof to taken eny fode	C
And thus who that it understode	C
It stant of love in many place	A
Who that is out of loves grace	A
And mai himselven noght availe	H
He wolde an other scholde faile	H
And if he may put eny lette	C
He doth al that he mai to lette	C
Wherof I finde as thou schalt wite	C
To this pourpos a tale write	C
Ther ben of suche mo than twelve	G
That ben noght able as of hemselve	G
To gete love and for Envie	G
Upon alle othre thei aspie	O
And for hem lacketh that thei wolde	C
Thei kepte that non other scholde	C
Touchende of love his cause spede	C
Wherof a gret ensample I rede	C
Which unto this matiere acordeth	I
As Ovide in his bok recordeth	I
How Poliphemus whilom wroghte	C
Whan that he Galathee besoghte	C
Of love which he mai noght lacche	L
That made him forto waite and wacche	L
Be alle weies how it ferde	C
Til ate laste he knew and herde	C
How that an other hadde leve	G
To love there as he mot leve	G
As forto speke of eny sped	C
So that he knew non other red	C
Bot forto wayten upon alle	H
Til he may se the chance falle	H
That he hire love myhte grieve	G
Which he himself mai noght achieve	G
This Galathee seith the Poete	C
Above alle othre was unmete	C
Of beaute that men thanne knewe	K
And hadde a lusti love and trewe	K
A Bacheler in his degree	B
Riht such an other as was sche	L
On whom sche hath hire herte set	C
So that it myhte noght be let	C
For yifte ne for no beheste	C
That sche ne was al at his heste	C
This yonge knyht Acis was hote	C
Which hire ayeinward als so hote	C
Al only loveth and nomo	A
Hierof was Poliphemus wo	A
Thurgh pure Envie and evere aspide	C
And waiteth upon every side	C
Whan he togedre myhte se	A
This yonge Acis with Galathe	I
So longe he waiteth to and fro	A
Til ate laste he fond hem tuo	C
In prive place wher thei stode	C
To speke and have here wordes goode	C
The place wher as he hem syh	A
It was under a banke nyh	N
The grete See and he above	G
Stod and behield the lusti love	G
Which ech of hem to other made	C
With goodly chiere and wordes glade	C
That al his herte hath set afyre	A
Of pure Envie and as a fyre	A
Which fleth out of a myhti bowe	A
Aweie he fledde for a throwe	A
As he that was for love wod	C
Whan that he sih how that it stod	C
This Polipheme a Geant was	A
And whan he sih the sothe cas	A
How Galathee him hath forsake	P
And Acis to hire love take	P
His herte mai it noght forbere	A
That he ne roreth lich a Bere	A
And as it were a wilde beste	C
The whom no reson mihte areste	C
He ran Ethna the hell aboute	C
Wher nevere yit the fyr was oute	C
Fulfild of sorghe and gret desese	A
That he syh Acis wel at ese	A
Til ate laste he him bethoghte	C
As he which al Envie soghte	C
And torneth to the banke ayein	N
Wher he with Galathee hath seyn	N
Acis whom that he thoghte grieve	G
Thogh he himself mai noght relieve	G
This Geant with his ruide myht	C
Part of the banke he schof doun riht	C
The which evene upon Acis fell	H
So that with fallinge of this hell	H
This Poliphemus Acis slowh	H
Wherof sche made sorwe ynowh	N
And as sche fledde fro the londe	C
Neptunus tok hire into honde	C
And kept hire in so sauf a place	A
Fro Polipheme and his manace	A
That he with al his false Envie	G
Ne mihte atteigne hir compaignie	N
This Galathee of whom I speke	P
That of hirself mai noght be wreke	P
Withouten eny semblant feigned	C
Sche hath hire loves deth compleigned	C
And with hire sorwe and with hire wo	A
Sche hath the goddes moeved so	A
That thei of pite and of grace	A
Have Acis in the same place	A
Ther he lai ded into a welle	H
Transformed as the bokes telle	H
With freisshe stremes and with cliere	A
As he whilom with lusti chiere	A
Was freissh his love forto qweme	A
And with this ruide Polipheme	A
For his Envie and for his hate	C
Thei were wrothe And thus algate	C
Mi Sone thou myht understonde	C
That if thou wolt in grace stonde	C
With love thou most leve Envie	G
And as thou wolt for thi partie	C
Toward thi love stonde fre	A
So most thou soffre an other be	B
What so befalle upon the chaunce	A
For it is an unwys vengance	A
Which to non other man is lief	G
And is unto himselve grief	G
Mi fader this ensample is good	C
Bot how so evere that it stod	C
With Poliphemes love as tho	A
It schal noght stonde with me so	A
To worchen eny felonie	N
In love for no such Envie	G
Forthi if ther oght elles be	B
Now axeth forth in what degre	A
It is and I me schal confesse	A
With schrifte unto youre holinesse	A
Mi goode Sone yit ther is	A
A vice revers unto this	A
Which envious takth his gladnesse	A
Of that he seth the hevinesse	A
Of othre men for his welfare	A
Is whanne he wot an other care	A
Of that an other hath a fall	H
He thenkth himself arist withal	H
Such is the gladschipe of Envie	G
In worldes thin	N