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Confessio Amantis. Explicit Liber Tercius Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Incipit Liber Quartus	A
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Dicunt accidiam fore nutricem viciorum	B
Torpet et in cunctis tarda que lenta bonis	A
Que fieri possent hodie transfert piger in cras	A
Furatoque prius ostia claudit equo	C
Poscenti tardo negat emolumenta Cupido	D
Set Venus in celeri ludit amore viri	E
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Upon the vices to procede	D
After the cause of mannes dede	D
The ferste point of Slowthe I calle	F
Lachesce and is the chief of alle	F
And hath this propreliche of kinde	D
To leven alle thing behinde	D
Of that he mihte do now hier	E
He tarieth al the longe yer	E
And everemore he seith 'Tomorwe'	G
And so he wol his time borwe	G
And wissheth after 'God me sende '	-
That whan he weneth have an ende	D
Thanne is he ferthest to beginne	H
Thus bringth he many a meschief inne	H
Unwar til that he be meschieved	D
And may noght thanne be relieved	D
And riht so nowther mor ne lesse	A
It stant of love and of lachesce	A
Som time he slowtheth in a day	D
That he nevere after gete mai	B
Now Sone as of this ilke thing	C
If thou have eny knowleching	C
That thou to love hast don er this	A
Tell on Mi goode fader yis	A
As of lachesce I am beknowe	G
That I mai stonde upon his rowe	G
As I that am clad of his suite	D
For whanne I thoghte mi poursuite	D
To make and therto sette a day	D
To speke unto the swete May	D
Lachesce bad abide yit	D
And bar on hond it was no wit	D
Ne time forto speke as tho	G
Thus with his tales to and fro	G
Mi time in tariinge he drowh	G
Whan ther was time good ynowh	H
He seide 'An other time is bettre	G
Thou schalt mowe senden hire a lettre	G
And per cas wryte more plein	H
Than thou be Mowthe durstest sein '	-
Thus have I lete time slyde	D
For Slowthe and kepte noght my tide	D
So that lachesce with his vice	A
Fulofte hath mad my wit so nyce	A
That what I thoghte speke or do	D
With tariinge he hield me so	G
Til whanne I wolde and mihte noght	D
I not what thing was in my thoght	D
Or it was drede or it was schame	D
Bot evere in ernest and in game	D
I wot ther is long time passed	D
Bot yit is noght the love lassed	D
Which I unto mi ladi have	I
For thogh my tunge is slowh to crave	J
At alle time as I have bede	D
Min herte stant evere in o stede	D
And axeth besiliche grace	A
The which I mai noght yit embrace	A
And god wot that is malgre myn	H
For this I wot riht wel a fin	H
Mi grace comth so selde aboute	D
That is the Slowthe of which I doute	D
Mor than of al the remenant	D
Which is to love appourtenant	D
And thus as touchende of lachesce	A
As I have told I me confesse	A
To you mi fader and beseche	K
That furthermor ye wol me teche	K
And if ther be to this matiere	G
Som goodly tale forto liere	G
How I mai do lachesce aweie	G
That ye it wolden telle I preie	G
To wisse thee my Sone and rede	D
Among the tales whiche I rede	D
An old ensample therupon	H
Now herkne and I wol tellen on	H
Ayein Lachesce in loves cas	A
I finde how whilom Eneas	A
Whom Anchises to Sone hadde	D
With gret navie which he ladde	D
Fro Troie aryveth at Cartage	L
Wher for a while his herbergage	L
He tok and it betidde so	A
With hire which was qweene tho	A
Of the Cite his aqueintance	A
He wan whos name in remembrance	A
Is yit and Dido sche was hote	D
Which loveth Eneas so hote	D
Upon the wordes whiche he seide	D
That al hire herte on him sche leide	D
And dede al holi what he wolde	D
Bot after that as it be scholde	D
Fro thenne he goth toward Ytaile	F
Be Schipe and there his arivaile	F
Hath take and schop him forto ryde	D
Bot sche which mai noght longe abide	D
The hote peine of loves throwe	G
Anon withinne a litel throwe	G
A lettre unto hir kniht hath write	D
And dede him pleinly forto wite	D
If he made eny tariinge	L
To drecche of his ayeincomynge	L
That sche ne mihte him fiele and se	A
Sche scholde stonde in such degre	G
As whilom stod a Swan tofore	G
Of that sche hadde hire make lore	G
For sorwe a fethere into hire brain	H
Sche schof and hath hireselve slain	H
As king Menander in a lay	F
The sothe hath founde wher sche lay	F
Sprantlende with hire wynges tweie	G
As sche which scholde thanne deie	D
For love of him which was hire make	C
'And so schal I do for thi sake '	-
This qweene seide 'wel I wot '	-
Lo to Enee thus sche wrot	D
With many an other word of pleinte	D
Bot he which hadde hise thoghtes feinte	D
Towardes love and full of Slowthe	A
His time lette and that was rowthe	A
For sche which loveth him tofore	G
Desireth evere more and more	G
And whan sche sih him tarie so	A
Hire herte was so full of wo	A
That compleignende manyfold	D
Sche hath hire oghne tale told	D
Unto hirself and thus sche spak	C
'Ha who fond evere such a lak	C
Of Slowthe in eny worthi kniht	D
Now wot I wel my deth is diht	D
Thurgh him which scholde have be mi lif '	-
Bot forto stinten al this strif	J
Thus whan sche sih non other bote	D
Riht evene unto hire herte rote	D
A naked swerd anon sche threste	D
And thus sche gat hireselve reste	D
In remembrance of alle slowe	A
Wherof my Sone thou miht knowe	A
How tariinge upon the nede	D
In loves cause is forto drede	D
And that hath Dido sore aboght	D
Whos deth schal evere be bethoght	D
And overmore if I schal seche	K
In this matiere an other spieche	K
In a Cronique I finde write	D
A tale which is good to wite	D
At Troie whan king Ulixes	A
Upon the Siege among the pres	A
Of hem that worthi knihtes were	G
Abod long time stille there	G
In thilke time a man mai se	A
How goodli that Penolope	M
Which was to him his trewe wif	J
Of his lachesce was pleintif	J
Wherof to Troie sche him sende	D
Hire will be lettre thus spekende	D
'Mi worthi love and lord also	A
It is and hath ben evere so	A
That wher a womman is al one	H
It makth a man in his persone	H
The more hardi forto wowe	A
In hope that sche wolde bowe	A
To such thing as his wille were	G
Whil that hire lord were elleswhere	G
And of miself I telle this	A
For it so longe passed is	A
Sithe ferst than ye fro home wente	D
That welnyh every man his wente	D
To there I am whil ye ben oute	D
Hath mad and ech of hem aboute	D
Which love can my love secheth	A
With gret preiere and me besecheth	A
And some maken gret manace	A
That if thei mihten come in place	A
Wher that thei mihte here wille have	J
Ther is nothing me scholde save	J
That thei ne wolde werche thinges	A
And some tellen me tidynges	A
That ye ben ded and some sein	H
That certeinly ye ben besein	H
To love a newe and leve me	D
Bot hou as evere that it be	D
I thonke unto the goddes alle	F
As yit for oght that is befalle	F
Mai noman do my chekes rede	D
Bot natheles it is to drede	D
That Lachesse in continuance	A
Fortune mihte such a chance	A
Which noman after scholde amende '	-
Lo thus this ladi compleignende	D
A lettre unto hire lord hath write	D
And preyde him that he wolde wite	D
And thenke hou that sche was al his	A
And that he tarie noght in this	A
Bot that he wolde his love aquite	D
To hire ayeinward and noght wryte	D
Bot come himself in alle haste	D
That he non other paper waste	D
So that he kepe and holde his trowthe	A
Withoute lette of eny Slowthe	A
Unto hire lord and love liege	L
To Troie wher the grete Siege	L
Was leid this lettre was conveied	D
And he which wisdom hath pourveied	D
Of al that to reson belongeth	A
With gentil herte it underfongeth	A
And whan he hath it overrad	D
In part he was riht inly glad	D
And ek in part he was desesed	D
Bot love his herte hath so thorghsesed	D
With pure ymaginacioun	H
That for non occupacioun	H
Which he can take on other side	D
He mai noght flitt his herte aside	D
Fro that his wif him hadde enformed	D
Wherof he hath himself conformed	D
With al the wille of his corage	L
To schape and take the viage	L
Homward what time that he mai	D
So that him thenketh of a day	D
A thousand yer til he mai se	A
The visage of Penolope	M
Which he desireth most of alle	F
And whan the time is so befalle	F
That Troie was destruid and brent	D
He made non delaiement	D
Bot goth him home in alle hihe	N
Wher that he fond tofore his yhe	N
His worthi wif in good astat	D
And thus was cessed the debat	D
Of love and Slowthe was excused	D
Which doth gret harm where it is used	D
And hindreth many a cause honest	D