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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

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