The Bowge Of Courte Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The Bowge Of Courte Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyne	A
By radyante hete enryped hath our corne	A
Whan Luna full of mutabylyte	B
As Emperes the dyademe hath worne	A
Of our pole artyke smylynge halfe in scorne	A
At our foly and our unstedfastnesse	C
The tyme whan Mars to werre hym dyde dres	C
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pole artyke Arcturus of the Corona Borealis	C
I callynge to mynde the great auctoryte	B
Of poetes olde whyche full craftely	D
Under as coverte termes as coude be	E
Can touche a troughte and cloke it subtylly	D
Wyth fresshe utteraunce full sentencyonsly	D
Dyverse in style some spared not vyce to wrythe	F
Some of moralyte nobly dyde endyte	B
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Wherby I rede theyr renome and theyr fame	G
Maye never dye bute evermore endure	H
I was sore moved to a force the same	G
But Ignoraunce full soone dyde me dyscure	H
And shewed that in this arte I was not sure	H
For to illumyne she sayde I was to dulle	D
Avysynge me my penne awaye to pulle	D
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And not to wrythe for he so wyll atteyne	A
Excedynge ferther than his connynge is	C
His hede maye be harde but feble is his brayne	A
Yet have I knowen suche er this	C
But of reproche surely he maye not mys	C
That clymmeth hyer than he may fotynge have	I
What and he slyde downe who shall hym save	J
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Thus up and down my mynde was drawen and cast	B
That I ne wyste what to do was beste	B
Soo sore enwered that I was at the laste	B
Enforsed to slepe and for to take some reste	B
And to lye downe as soone as I me dreste	B
At Harwyche Porte slumbrynge as I laye	K
In myne hostes house called Powers Keye	L
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Me thoughte I sawe a shyppe goodly of sayle	D
Come saylyng forth into that haven brood	B
Her takelynge ryche and of hye apparayle	D
She kyste an anker and there she laye at rode	B
Marchauntes her borded to see what she had lode	B
Therein they founde Royall marchaundyse	C
Fraghted with plesure of what ye coude devyse	C
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But than I thoughte I wolde not dwell behynde	B
Amonge all other I put myselfe in prece	C
Than there coude I none aquentaunce fynde	B
There was moche noyse anone one cryed cese	C
Sharpely commaundynge eche man holde hys pece	C
Maysters he sayde the shyp that ye here see	C
The Bowge of Courte it hyghte for certeynte	B
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The awnner thereof is lady of estate	B
Whoos name to tell is Dame Saunce Pere	H
Her marchaundyse is ryche and fortunate	B
But who wyll have it muste paye therfore dere	H
This royall chaffre that is shypped here	H
Is called favore to stonde in her good grace	C
Than sholde ye see there pressynge in a pace	C
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Of one and other that wolde this lady see	C
Whiche sat behynde a traves of sylke fyne	A
Of golde of tessew the fynest that myghte be	C
In a trone whiche fer clerer dyde shyne	A
Than Phebus in his spere celestyne	A
Whoos beaute honoure goodly porte	B
I have to lytyll connynge to reporte	B
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But of eche thynge there as I take hede	B
Among all other was wrytten in her trone	A
In golde letters this worde whiche I dyde rede	B
Garder le fortune que est mauelz et bone	A
And as I stode redynge this verse myselfe allone	A
Her chyef gentylwoman daunger by her name	G
Gave me a taunte and sayde I was to blame	G
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To he so perte to prese so proudly uppe	M
She sayde she trowed that I had eten sause	C
She asked yf ever I dranke of saucys cuppe	M
And I than softly answered to that clause	C
That so to saye I had gyven her no cause	C
Than asked she me Syr so God the spede	B
What is thy name and I sayde it was Drede	B
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What movyd the quod she hydder to come	N
Forsoth quod I to bye some of youre ware	H
And with that worde on me she gave a glome	N
With browes bente and gan on me to stare	H
Full daynnously and fro me she dyde fare	H
Levynge me stondynge as a mased man	A
To whome there came another gentylwoman	A
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Desyre her name was and so she me tolde	B
Sayenge to me Broder be of good chere	H
Abasshe you not but hardely be bolde	B
Avaunce your selfe to aproche and come nere	H
What though our chaffer he never so dere	H
Yet I avyse you to speke for ony drede	B
Who spareth to speke in fayth he spareth to spede	B
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Maystres quod I I have none aquentaunce	C
That wyll for me be medyatoure and mene	A
And this an other I have but smale substaunce	C
Pece quod Desyre ye speke not worth a bene	A
Yf ye have not in fayth I wyll you lene	A
A precyous jewell no rycher in this londe	B
Bone aventure have here now in your honde	B
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Shyfte now therwith let see as ye can	A
In Bowge of Courte chevysaunce to make	O
For I dare saye that there nys erthly man	A
But and he can Bone aventure take	O
There can no favour nor frendshyp hym forsake	O
Bone aventure may brynge you in suche case	C
That ye shall stonde in favoure and in grace	C
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But of one thynge I werne you er I goo	P
She that styreth the shyp make her your frende	B
Maystres quod I I praye you tell me why soo	P
And how I maye that waye and meanes fynde	B
Forsothe quod she how ever blowe the wynde	B
Fortune gydeth and ruleth all oure shyppe	M
Whome she hateth shall over the see boorde skyp	M
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Whome she loveth of all plesyre is ryche	Q
Whyles she laugheth and hath luste for to playe	L
Whome she hateth she casteth in the dyche	Q
For whan she fronneth she thynketh to make a fray	H
She cheryssheth him and hym she casseth awaye	L
Alas quod I how myghte I have her sure	H
In fayth quod she by bone aventure	H
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Thus in a rowe of martchauntes a grete route	B
Suwed to Fortune that she would be theyre frynde	B
They thronge in fast and flocked her aboute	B
And I with them prayed her to have in mynde	B
She promysed to us all she wolde be kynde	B
Of Bowge of Court she asketh what we wold have	I
And we asked favoure and favour she us gave	J
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Thus endeth the prologue and begynneth	F
the Bowge of Courte brevely compyled	B
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DREDE	B
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THE sayle is up Fortune ruleth our helme	N
We wante no wynde to passe now over all	D
Favoure we have toughther than ony elme	N
That wyll abyde and never frome us fall	D
But under hony ofte tyme lyeth bytter gall	D
For as me thoughte in our shyppe I dyde see	C
Full subtyll persones in nombre foure and thre	H
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The fyrste was Favell full of flatery	H
Wyth fables false that well coude fayne a tale	D
The seconde was Suspecte whiche that dayly	D
Mysdempte eche man with face deedly and pale	D
And Harvy Hafter that well coude picke a male	D
With other foure of theyr affynyte	B
Dysdayne Ryotte Dyssymuler Subtylte	B
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Fortune theyr frende with whome oft she dyde daunce	C
They coude not faile thei thought they were so sure	H
And oftentymes I wolde myselfe avaunce	C
With them to make solace and pleasure	H
But my dysporte they coude not well endure	H
They sayde they hated for to dele with Drede	B
Than Favell gan wyth fayre speche me to fede	B
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FAVELL	D
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Noo thynge erthely that I wonder so sore	H
As of your connynge that is so excellent	B
Deynte to have with us suche one in store	H
So vertuously that hath his dayes spente	B
Fortune to you gyftes of grace hath lente	B
Loo what it is a man to have connynge	R
All erthly tresoure it is surmountynge	R
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Ye be an apte man as ony can be founde	B
To dwell with us and serve my ladyes grace	C
Ye be to her yea worth a thousande pounde	B
I herde her speke of you within shorte space	C
Whan there were dyverse that sore dyde you manace	C
And though I say it I was myselfe your frende	B
For here be dyverse to you that be unkynde	B
But this one thynge ye maye be sure of me	C
For by that lorde that bought dere all mankynde	B
I can not flater I muste be playne to the	F
And ye nede ought man shewe to me your mynde	B
For ye have me whome faythfull ye shall fynde	B
Whyles I have ought by God thou shalt not lacke	P
And yf nede be a bolde worde I dare cracke	P
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Nay naye be sure whyles I am on your syde	B
Ye maye not fall truste me ye maye not fayle	D
Ye stonde in favoure and Fortune is your gyde	B
And as she wyll so shall our grete shyppe sayle	D
Thyse lewde cok wattes shall nevermore prevayle	D
Ageynste you hardely therefore be not afrayde	B
Farewell tyll soone but no worde that I sayde	B
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DREDE	B
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Than thanked I hym for his grete gentylne	A