The Cōforte Of Louers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCCDDDEDEEBBBBBBBD DDCDCCDD F DDDDDCCGDGDDHHBGBGGH HBFBIFJHFKFKKHHHFHFF HGHFHFFEECHHHHHHHGHG GHHCLMLLCCHHHHHHNHHH CHOOHHHHHFFGCGCCFFHH HHHFFHHHHHHHHEHEEFFH GHGGHFHFHFFHHPHCHHMC HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEHC| The prohemye | A |
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| The gentyll poetes vnder cloudy fygures | B |
| Do touche a trouth and clokeit subtylly | C |
| Harde is to c strue poetycall scryptures | B |
| They are so fayned made s t cyously | C |
| For som do wryte of loue by fables pryuely | C |
| Some do endyte vpon good moralyte | D |
| Of chyualrous actes done in antyquyte | D |
| Whose fables and storyes ben pastymes pleasaunt | D |
| To lordes and ladyes as is theyr lykynge | E |
| Dyuers to moralyte ben oft attendaunt | D |
| And many delyte to rede of louynge | E |
| Youth loueth aduenture pleasure and lykynge | E |
| Aege foloweth polycy sadnesse and prudence | B |
| Thus they do dyffre eche in experyence | B |
| I lytell or nought experte in this scyence | B |
| Compyle suche bokes to deuoyde ydlenes | B |
| Besechynge the reders with all my delygence | B |
| Where as I offende for to correct doubtles | B |
| Submyttynge me to theyr grete gentylnes | B |
| As none hystoryagraffe nor poete laureate | D |
| But gladly wolde folowe the makynge of Lydgate | D |
| Fyrst noble Gower moralytees dyde endyte | D |
| And after hym Cauncers grete bokes delectable | C |
| Lyke a good phylozophre meruaylously dyde wryte | D |
| After them Lydgate the monke commendable | C |
| Made many wonderfull bokes moche profytable | C |
| But syth the are deed theyr bodyes layde in chest | D |
| I pray to god to gyue theyr soules good rest | D |
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| Finis prohemii | F |
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| Whan fayre was phebus w supere his bemes bryght | D |
| Amyddes of gemyny aloft the fyrmament | D |
| Without blacke cloudes castynge his pured lyght | D |
| With sorowe opprest and grete incombrement | D |
| Remembrynge well my lady excellent | D |
| Saynge o fortune helpe me to preuayle | C |
| For thou knowest all my paynfull trauayle | C |
| I went than musynge in a medowe grene | G |
| Myselfe alone amonge the floures in dede | D |
| With god aboue the futertens is sene | G |
| To god I sayd thou mayst my mater spede | D |
| And me rewarde accordynge to my mede | D |
| Thou knowest the trouthe I am to the true | H |
| Whan that thou lyst thou mayst them all subdue | H |
| Who dyde preserue the yonge edyppus | B |
| Whiche sholde haue be slayne by calculacyon | G |
| To deuoyde grete thynges the story sheweth vs | B |
| That were to come by true reuelacyon | G |
| Takynge after theyr hole operacyon | G |
| In this edyppus accordynge to affecte | H |
| Theyr cursed calkynge holly to abiecte | H |
| Who dyde preserue Ionas and moyses | B |
| Who dyde preserue yet many other mo | F |
| As the byble maketh mencyon doubles | B |
| Who dyde kepe Charles frome his euyll fo | I |
| Who was he that euer coude do so | F |
| But god alone than in lykewyse maye he | J |
| Kepe me full sure frome all inyquyte | H |
| Thus as I called to my remembraunce | F |
| Suche trewe examples I tenderly dyde wepe | K |
| Remembrynge well goddes hyghe ordyna ce | F |
| Syghynge full oft with inwarde teres depe | K |
| Tyll at the last I fell in to a slepe | K |
| And in this slepe me thought I dyde repayre | H |
| My selfe alone in to a garden fayre | H |
| This goodly gardyn I dyde well beholde | H |
| Where I sawe a place ryght gaye and gloryous | F |
| With golden turrettes paynted many afolde | H |
| Lyke a place of pleasure moste solacyous | F |
| The wyndowes glased with crystall precyous | F |
| The golden fanes with wynde and melody | H |
| By dulcet sounde and meruaylous armony | G |
| The knottes flagraunt with aromatyke odoure | H |
| With goodly sprynges of meruaylous mountaynes | F |
| I dyde than tast the redolent lycoure | H |
| Moost clere and swete of the goodly vaynes | F |
| Whiche dyde me ease somwhat of my paynes | F |
| Tyll to me came a lady of goodly age | E |
| Apareyled sadly and demure of vysage | E |
| To me she sayd me thynke ye are not well | C |
| Ye haue caught colde and do lyue in care | H |
| Tell me your mynde now shortly euerydeie | H |
| To layne the trouthe I charge you to beware | H |
| I shall for you a remedy prepare | H |
| Dyspeyre you not for no thynge that is past | H |
| Tell me your mynde and be nought agast | H |
| Al as madame vnto her than I sayd | H |
| It is no wonder of myne inwarde payne | G |
| Yf that my herte be meruayllously dysmayde | H |
| My trouthe and loue therof is cause certayne | G |
| Dyuers yeres ago I dyde in mynde retayne | G |
| A lady yonge a lady fayre of syght | H |
| Good wyse and goodly an holsome sterre of lyght | H |
| I durst not speke vnto her of my loue | C |
| Yet vnder coloure I dyuers bokes dyde make | L |
| Full pryuely to come to my aboue | M |
| Thus many nyghtes I watched for her sake | L |
| To her and to hers my trouthe well to take | L |
| Without ony spotte of ony maner yll | C |
| God knoweth all myn herte my mynde my wyll | C |
| The hygh dame nature by her grete myght power | H |
| Man beest and foule in euery degre | H |
| Fro whens they came at euery maner houre | H |
| Dooth trye the trouthe without duplycyte | H |
| For euery thynge must shewe the properte | H |
| Gentyll vngentyll dame nature so well tryet | H |
| That all persones it openly espyeth | N |
| The lorde and knyght delyteth for to here | H |
| Cronycles and storyes of noble chyualry | H |
| The gentyll man gentylnes for his passe tyme clere | H |
| The man of lawe to here lawe truely | C |
| The yeman delyteth to talke of yomanry | H |
| The ploman his londe for to ere and sowe | O |
| Thus nature werketh in hye degre and lowe | O |
| For yf there were one of the gentyll blode | H |
| Conuayde to yomanry for nourysshement | H |
| Dyscrecyon comen he sholde chaunge his mode | H |
| Though he knewe not his parentes verament | H |
| Yet nature wolde werke so by entendyment | H |
| That he sholde folowe the condycyons doubtles | F |
| Of his true blode by outwarde gentylnes | F |
| In all this worlde ben but thynges twayne | G |
| As loue and hate the trouth for to tell | C |
| And yf I sholde hate my lady certayne | G |
| Than worthy I were to dye of deth cruell | C |
| Seynge all ladyes that she doth excell | C |
| In beaute grace prudence and mekenes | F |
| What man on lyue can more in one expres | F |
| Yf she with me sholde take dyspleasure | H |
| Whiche loueth her by honoures desyre | H |
| What sholde she do with suceh a creature | H |
| That hateth her by inwarde fraude and yre | H |
| I yet a louer do not so atyre | H |
| My fayth and hope I put in her grace | F |
| Releace to graunt me by good tyme and space | F |
| Thretened with sorowe of may paynes grete | H |
| Thre yeres ago my ryght hande I dyde bynde | H |
| Fro my browes for fere y supere dropes doune dyde sweet | H |
| God knoweth all it was nothynge my mynde | H |
| Unto no persone I durst my her to vntwynde | H |
| Yet the trouthe knowynge the good gretest P | H |
| Maye me releace of all my p p p thre | H |
| Now ryght fayre lady so sadde and demure | H |
| My mynde ye knowe in euery maner thynge | E |
| I trust for trouthe ye wyll not me dyscure | H |
| Sythes I haue shewed you without lesynge | E |
| At your request the cause of my mournynge | E |
| Whiche abyde in sorowe in my remembraunce | F |
| Without good conforte saufe of esperaunce | F |
| Fayre sone sayd she sythens I knowe your thought | H |
| Your worde and dede and here to be one | G |
| Dyspayre you not for it auayleth nought | H |
| Ioye cometh after whan the payne is gone | G |
| Conforte yourselfe and muse not so alone | G |
| Doubt ye no thynge but god wyll so agre | H |
| That at the last ye shall your lady se | F |
| Be alwaye meke let wysdome be your guyde | H |
| Aduenture for honoure and put your selfe in preace | F |
| Clymbe not to fast lest sodenly ye slyde | H |
| Lets god werke styll he wyll your mynde encrece | F |
| Begynne no warre be gladde to kepe the peace | F |
| Prepence no thynge agaynst the honoure | H |
| Of ony lady by fraudolent fauoure | H |
| Alas madame vnto her than sayd I | P |
| Aboue xx woulues dyde me touse and rent | H |
| Not longe agone delynge moost shamefully | C |
| That by theyr tuggynge my lyfe was nere spent | H |
| I dyde perceyue somwhat of theyr entente | H |
| As the trouthe is knowen vnto god aboue | M |
| My ladyes fader they dyde lytell loue | C |
| Seynge theyr falshode and theyr subtylte | H |
| For fere of deth where as I loued best | H |
| I dyde dysprayse to knowe theyr cruelte | H |
| Somwhat to wysdome accordynge to behest | H |
| Though that my body had but lytell rest | H |
| My herte was trewe vnto my ladyes blood | H |
| For all theyr dedes I thought no thynge but good | H |
| Some had wende the hous for to swepe | H |
| Nought was theyr besom I holde it set on fyre | H |
| The inwarde wo in to my herte dyde crepe | H |
| To god aboue I made my hole desyre | H |
| Saynge o good lorde of heuenly empyre | H |
| Let the mouut with all braunches swete | H |
| Entyerly growe god gyue vs grace to mete | H |
| Soma had wened for to haue made an ende | H |
| Of my bokes before he hadde begynnynge | E |
| But all vayne they dyde so comprehende | H |
| Whan they of them la | C |
Stephen Hawes
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