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Confessio Amantis. Explicit Liber Secundus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Incipit Liber Tercius	A
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Ira suis paribus est par furiis Acherontis	A
Quo furor ad tempus nil pietatis habet	B
Ira malencolicos animos perturbat vt equo	C
Iure sui pondus nulla statera tenet	B
Omnibus in causis grauat Ira set inter amantes	A
Illa magis facili sorte grauamen agit	B
Est vbi vir discors leuiterque repugnat amori	D
Sepe loco ludi fletus ad ora venit	B
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br	D
If thou the vices lest to knowe	E
Mi Sone it hath noght ben unknowe	E
Fro ferst that men the swerdes grounde	B
That ther nis on upon this grounde	B
A vice forein fro the lawe	E
Wherof that many a good felawe	E
Hath be distraght be sodein chance	A
And yit to kinde no plesance	A
It doth bot wher he most achieveth	F
His pourpos most to kinde he grieveth	F
As he which out of conscience	A
Is enemy to pacience	A
And is be name on of the Sevene	G
Which ofte hath set this world unevene	G
And cleped is the cruel Ire	D
Whos herte is everemore on fyre	D
To speke amis and to do bothe	F
For his servantz ben evere wrothe	F
Mi goode fader tell me this	A
What thing is Ire Sone it is	A
That in oure englissh Wrathe is hote	B
Which hath hise wordes ay so hote	B
That all a mannes pacience	A
Is fyred of the violence	A
For he with him hath evere fyve	H
Servantz that helpen him to stryve	H
The ferst of hem Malencolie	I
Is cleped which in compaignie	G
An hundred times in an houre	D
Wol as an angri beste loure	D
And noman wot the cause why	E
Mi Sone schrif thee now forthi	F
Hast thou be Malencolien	G
Ye fader be seint Julien	G
Bot I untrewe wordes use	A
I mai me noght therof excuse	A
And al makth love wel I wot	B
Of which myn herte is evere hot	B
So that I brenne as doth a glede	B
For Wrathe that I mai noght spede	B
And thus fulofte a day for noght	B
Save onlich of myn oghne thoght	B
I am so with miselven wroth	F
That how so that the game goth	F
With othre men I am noght glad	B
Bot I am wel the more unglad	B
For that is othre mennes game	J
It torneth me to pure grame	J
Thus am I with miself oppressed	B
Of thoght the which I have impressed	B
That al wakende I dreme and meete	B
That I with hire al one meete	B
And preie hire of som good ansuere	D
Bot for sche wol noght gladly swere	D
Sche seith me nay withouten oth	F
And thus wexe I withinne wroth	F
That outward I am al affraied	B
And so distempred and esmaied	B
A thousand times on a day	B
Ther souneth in myn Eres nay	B
The which sche seide me tofore	D
Thus be my wittes as forlore	D
And namely whan I beginne	B
To rekne with miself withinne	B
How many yeres ben agon	B
Siththe I have trewly loved on	B
And nevere tok of other hede	B
And evere aliche fer to spede	B
I am the more I with hir dele	I
So that myn happ and al myn hele	I
Me thenkth is ay the leng the ferre	D
That bringth my gladschip out of herre	D
Wherof my wittes ben empeired	B
And I as who seith al despeired	B
For finaly whan that I muse	A
And thenke how sche me wol refuse	A
I am with anger so bestad	B
For al this world mihte I be glad	B
And for the while that it lasteth	F
Al up so doun my joie it casteth	F
And ay the furthere that I be	K
Whan I ne may my ladi se	A
The more I am redy to wraththe	F
That for the touchinge of a laththe	F
Or for the torninge of a stree	D
I wode as doth the wylde Se	A
And am so malencolious	A
That ther nys servant in myn hous	A
Ne non of tho that ben aboute	B
That ech of hem ne stant in doute	B
And wenen that I scholde rave	H
For Anger that thei se me have	H
And so thei wondre more and lasse	A
Til that thei sen it overpasse	A
Bot fader if it so betide	B
That I aproche at eny tide	B
The place wher my ladi is	A
And thanne that hire like ywiss	A
To speke a goodli word untome	J
For al the gold that is in Rome	J
Ne cowthe I after that be wroth	F
Bot al myn Anger overgoth	F
So glad I am of the presence	A
Of hire that I all offence	A
Foryete as thogh it were noght	B
So overgladed is my thoght	B
And natheles the soth to telle	I
Ayeinward if it so befelle	I
That I at thilke time sihe	L
On me that sche miscaste hire yhe	L
Or that sche liste noght to loke	C
And I therof good hiede toke	C
Anon into my ferste astat	B
I torne and am with al so mat	B
That evere it is aliche wicke	C
And thus myn hand ayein the pricke	C
I hurte and have do many day	B
And go so forth as I go may	B
Fulofte bitinge on my lippe	M
And make unto miself a whippe	M
With which in many a chele and hete	B
Mi wofull herte is so tobete	B
That all my wittes ben unsofte	B
And I am wroth I not how ofte	B
And al it is Malencolie	I
Which groweth of the fantasie	A
Of love that me wol noght loute	B
So bere I forth an angri snoute	B
Ful manye times in a yer	D
Bot fader now ye sitten hier	D
In loves stede I yow beseche	N
That som ensample ye me teche	N
Wherof I mai miself appese	A
Mi Sone for thin hertes ese	A
I schal fulfille thi preiere	D
So that thou miht the betre lere	D
What mischief that this vice stereth	F
Which in his Anger noght forbereth	F
Wherof that after him forthenketh	F
Whan he is sobre and that he thenketh	F
Upon the folie of his dede	B
And of this point a tale I rede	B
Ther was a king which Eolus	A
Was hote and it befell him thus	A
That he tuo children hadde faire	D
The Sone cleped was Machaire	D
The dowhter ek Canace hihte	B
Be daie bothe and ek be nyhte	B
Whil thei be yonge of comun wone	B
In chambre thei togedre wone	B
And as thei scholden pleide hem ofte	B
Til thei be growen up alofte	B
Into the youthe of lusti age	O
Whan kinde assaileth the corage	O
With love and doth him forto bowe	E
That he no reson can allowe	E
Bot halt the lawes of nature	D
For whom that love hath under cure	D
As he is blind himself riht so	E
He makth his client blind also	E
In such manere as I you telle	I
As thei al day togedre duelle	I
This brother mihte it noght asterte	B
That he with al his hole herte	B
His love upon his Soster caste	B
And so it fell hem ate laste	B
That this Machaire with Canace	A
Whan thei were in a prive place	A
Cupide bad hem ferst to kesse	A
And after sche which is Maistresse	A
In kinde and techeth every lif	H
Withoute lawe positif	H
Of which sche takth nomaner charge	O
Bot kepth hire lawes al at large	O
Nature tok hem into lore	D
And tawht hem so that overmore	D
Sche hath hem in such wise daunted	B
That thei were as who seith enchaunted	B
And as the blinde an other ledeth	F
And til thei falle nothing dredeth	F
Riht so thei hadde non insihte	B
Bot as the bridd which wole alihte	B
And seth the mete and noght the net	B
Which in deceipte of him is set	B
This yonge folk no peril sihe	L
Bot that was likinge in here yhe	L
So that thei felle upon the chance	A
Where witt hath lore his remembrance	A
So longe thei togedre assemble	I
The wombe aros and sche gan tremble	I
And hield hire in hire chambre clos	A
For drede it scholde be disclos	A
And come to hire fader Ere	D
Wherof the Sone hadde also fere	D
And feigneth cause forto ryde	B
For longe dorste he noght abyde	B
In aunter if men wolde sein	B
That he his Soster hath forlein	B
For yit sche hadde it noght beknowe	E
Whos was the child at thilke throwe	E
Machaire goth Canace abit	B
The which was noght delivered yit	B
Bot riht sone after that sche was	A
Now lest and herkne a woful cas	A
The sothe which mai noght ben hid	B
Was ate laste knowe and kid	B
Unto the king how that it stod	B
And whan that he it understod	B
Anon into Malencolie	I
As thogh it were a frenesie	A
He fell as he which nothing cowthe	F
How maistrefull love is in yowthe	F
And for he was to love strange	O
He wolde noght his herte change	O
To be benigne and favorable	I
To love bot unmerciable	I
Betwen the wawe of wod and wroth	F
Into his dowhtres chambre he goth	F
And sih the child was late bore	D
Wherof he hath hise othes swore	D
That sche it schal ful sore abye	P
And sche began merci to crie	D
Upon hire bare knes and preide	B
And to hire fader thus sche seide	B
'Ha mercy fader thenk I am	J
Thi child and of thi blod I cam	J
That I misdede yowthe it made	B
And in the flodes bad me wade	B
Wher that I sih no peril tho	F
Bot now it is befalle so	F
Merci my fader do no wreche '	-
And with that word sche loste speche	N
And fell doun swounende at his fot	B
As sche for sorwe nedes mot	B
Bot his horrible crualte	B
Ther mihte attempre no pite	B
Out of hire chambre forth he wente	B
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