The Nut-brown Maid. A Poem. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Written three hundred years sinceA
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Be it right or wrong these men amongB
On women do complayneC
Affyrmynge this how that it isD
A labour spent in vaineC
To love them wele for never a deleE
They love a man againeC
For lete a man do what he canC
Ther favour to attayneC
Yet yf a new do them pursueF
Ther furst trew lover thanC
Laboureth for nought for from her thoughtG
He is a banishyd manC
I say not nay but that all dayH
It is bothe writ and saydeH
That woman's fayth is as who saytheI
All utterly decayedH
But nevertheless right good witnessJ
I' this case might be laydeH
That they love trewe and continewC
Record the Nut brown MaydeH
Which from her love whan her to proveK
He came to make his moneC
Wold not depart for in her herteH
She lovyd but him aloneC
Than betweene us lettens discusseJ
What was all the manerL
Between them two we wyl alsoJ
Telle all the peyne and fereL
That she was in Now I begynneC
So that ye me answereL
Wherefore all ye that present beM
I pray ye give an eareL
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ManC
I am the knyght I come by nyghtH
As secret as I canC
Saying alas thus standeth the caseJ
I am a banishyd manC
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WomanC
And I your wylle for to fulfylleE
In this wyl not refuseJ
Trusting to show in wordis feweN
That men have an ill useJ
To ther own shame women to blameO
And causelese them accuseJ
Therefore to you I answere nowC
Alle women to excuseJ
Myn own herte dere with you what chereL
I pray you telle anoneC
For in my mynde of al mankyndeH
I love but you aloneC
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ManC
It stondeth so a dede is doH
Wherefore moche harm shall groweN
My desteny is for to deyH
A shameful deth I troweN
Or ellis to flee the one must beM
None other way I knoweN
But to withdrawe as an outlaweN
And take me to my boweN
Wherefore adew my owne herte treweN
None other red I canC
For I must to the grene wode goeN
Alone a banishyd manC
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WomanC
O Lord what is this worldis blysseJ
That chaungeth as the moneC
My somer's day in lusty MayH
Is derked before the noneC
I here you saye farewell nay nayH
We departe not soo soneH
Why say ye so wheder wyl ye goeN
Alas what have ye doneH
Alle my welfare to sorrow and careL
Shulde chaung yf ye were goneH
For in my mynde of al mankyndeH
I love but you aloneH
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ManH
I can beleve it shall you greeveK
And shomwhat you distrayneH
But aftyrwarde your paynes hardeH
Within a day or tweyneH
Shal sone aslake and ye shal takeP
Comfort to you agayneH
Why shuld ye nought for to make thoughtH
Your labur were in vayneH
And thus I do and pray you tooH
As hertely as I canH
For I muste to the greene wode goeN
Alone a banishyd manH
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WomanH
Now sythe that ye have showed to meM
The secret of your myndeH
I shal be plaine to you againeH
Lyke as ye shal me fyndeH
Sythe it is so that ye wyl goeN
I wol not leve behyndeH
Shal never be sayd the Nut Brown MaydeH
Was to her love unkyndeH
Make you redy for so am IQ
Although it were agoneH
For in my mynd of all mankyndeH
I love but you aloneH
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ManH
Yet I you rede to take good hedeH
What men wyl think and seyJ
Of yonge and olde it shall be toldeH
That ye be gone awayH
Your wanton wylle for to fulfylleE
In grene wode you to playE
And that ye myght from your delyteH
Noo longer make delayE
Rather than ye shuld thus for meM
Be called an ylle womanH
Yet wold I to the grene wode goeN
Alone a banishyd manH
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WomanH
Though it be songe of olde and yongeR
That I shuld be to blameO
Thers be the charge that speke so largeR
In hurting of my nameO
For I wyll prove that feythful loveK
It is devoyd of shameO
In your distress and hevynessJ
To parte wyth you the sameO
And sure all thoo that doo not soJ
Trewe lovers are they noneH
But in my mynde of al mankyndeH
I love but you aloneH
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ManH
I counsel you remember howC
It is noo mayden's laweH
Nothing to dought but to renne outH
To wode with an outlaweH
For ye must there in your hand bereL
O bowe redy to draweH
And as a theef thus must ye lyveK
Ever in drede and aweH
Whereby to you gret harme myght groweH
Yet I had lever thanH
That I had to the grene wode goeH
Alone a banishyd manH
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WomanH
I think not nay but as ye sayeE
It is noo mayden's loreL
But love may make me for your sakeP
To com on fote to hunte and shoteH
To get us mete in storeL
For so that I your companyM
May have I ask noo moreL
From whiche to parte it makith myn herteH
As colde as ony stoneH
For in my mynde of al mankyndeH
I love but you aloneH
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ManH
For an outlawe this is the laweH
That men hym take and bindeH
Wythout pytee hanged to beeM
And waver with the wyndeH
Yf I had neede as God forbedeH
What resons coude ye findeH
For sothe I trowe ye and your boweH
Shuld drawe for fere behyndeH
And noo merveyle for lytel avayleE
Were in your council thanH
Wherefore I to the wode wyl goeH
Alone a banishyd manH
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WomanH
Full well knowe ye that women beM
But febyl for to fyghtH
Noo woman hede it is in deedeH
To be bold as a knyghtH
Yet in suche fere yf that ye wereL
With enemys day and nyghtH
I wolde withstonde wyth bowe in hondeH
To greve them as I myghtH
And you to save as women haveK
From dethe many oneH
For in my mynde of al mankyndeH
I love but you aloneH
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ManH
Yet take gude hede for ever I dredeH
That ye coude not susteinH
The thorney weyes the depe valeisJ
The snowe the frost the reynH
The cold the hete for drye or weteH
We must lodge on the playnH
And us above noon other rofeK
But a brake bush or twaineH
Whiche sone shuld greve you I beleveK
And ye wolde gladely thanH
That I had to the grene wode goeH
Alone a banishyd manH
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WomanH
Sythe I have here been partynereL
With you of joy and blysseJ
I must also parte of your wooH
Endure as reson isJ
Yet am I sure of one pleasureL
And shortly it is thisJ
That where ye bee me seemeth par dyH
I could not fare amyssJ
Without more speche I you besecheS
That we were soon a goneH
For in my mynde of al mankyndeH
I love but you aloneH
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ManH
Yf ye goo thedyr ye must consyderL
Whan ye have lust to dyneH
Ther shal no mete be for to geteH
Nor drink bere ale ne wineH
Ne shetis clean to lye betweneH
Made of thred and twyneH
Noon other house but levys and bowesJ
To kever your head and mynH
O myn herte swete this ylle dyetH
Shuld make you pale and wanH
Wherefore I to the wode wyl goeH
Alone a banishyd manH
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WomanH
Among the wylde dere such an archierL
As men say that ye beeM
We may not fayle of good vitayleE
Where is so grete plenteH
And watir cleere of the ryvereL
Shal be full swete to meM
With whiche in hele I shal right weleE
Endure as ye shal seeM
And er we goe a bed or twoH
I can provide anoneH
For in my mynde of al mankyndeH
I love but you aloneH
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ManH
Loo yet before ye must do moreL
Yf ye wyl go with meM
As cute your here up by your ereL
Your curtel by the kneelE
Wyth bowe in honde for to wythstondeH
Your enemys yf nede beM
And this same nyght before daylyghtH
To wode ward wyl I fleeM
And yf ye wylle al this fulfylleM
Do it shortly as ye canH
Ellis wyl I to the grene wode goeH
Alone a banishyd manH
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WomanH
I shall as now do more for youH
Than longeth to womanhedeH
To short my here a bow to bereL
To shote in tyme of nedeH
O my sweet moder before al otherL
For you have I most dredeH
But now adew I must ensueH
Where Fortune duth me ledeH
All this make ye and lete us fleeM
The day run fast uponH
For in my mynde of al mankyndeH
I love but you aloneH
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ManH
Nay nay not so ye shal not goeH
And I shal telle ye whyH
Your appetyte is to be lightH
Of love I wele espieT
For right as ye have sayde to meM
In lykewise hardelyM
Ye wolde answere whosoever it wereL
In way of companyM
It is sayd of olde Sone hote sone coldeH
And so is a womanH
Wherefore I to the wode wyl goeH
Alone a banishyd manH
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WomanH
Yf ye take hede yt is noo nedeH
Such wordis to say bee meM
For oH

Matthew Prior



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