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The Cōuercyon Of Swerers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The fruytfull sentence the noble werkes	A
To our doctryne wryten in olde antyquyte	B
By many grete and ryght notable clerkes	A
Grounded on reason hyghe auctoryte	B
Dyde gyue vs example by good moralyte	B
To folowe the trace of trouthe and ryghtwysnes	A
Leuynge our synne and mortall wretchednes	A
By theyr wrytynge dothe vnto vs appere	C
The famous actes of many a champyon	D
In the courte of fame renowned fayre and clere	C
And some endyted theyr entencyon	D
Cloked in coloure harde in construccyon	D
Specyally poetes vnder cloudy fygures	A
Coueryd the trouthe of all theyr scryptures	A
So hystoryagraphes all the worthy dedes	A
Of kynges and knyghtes dyde put in wrytynge	E
To be in mynde for theyr memoryall medes	A
How sholde we nowe haue ony knowledgynge	E
Of thynges past but by theyr endytynge	E
Wherfore we ought to preyse them doubteles	A
That spente theyr tyme in suche good besynes	A
Amonge all other my good mayster Lydgate	B
The eloquent poete and monke of bery	C
Dyde bothe contryue and also translate	B
Many vertuous bookes to be in memorye	F
Touchynge the trouthe well and sentencyously	G
But syth that his dethe was intollerable	G
I praye god rewarde hym in lyfe perdurable	G
Amonge all thynges nothynge so prouffytable	G
As is scyence with the sentencyous scrypture	C
For worldly rychesse is often transmutable	G
As dayly dothe appere well in vre	C
Yet scyens a bydeth and is moost sure	C
After pouerte to attayne grete rychesse	A
Scyens is cause of promocyon doubtles	A
I lytell or nought expert in poetrye	F
Remembrynge my youth so lyght and frayle	G
Purpose to compyle here full breuyatly	G
A lytell treatyse wofull to bewayle	G
The cruell swerers whiche do god assayle	G
On euery syde his swete body to tere	C
With terryble othes as often as they swere	C
But also for drede plonged in neclygence	A
My penne doth quake to presume to endyte	B
But hope at laste to recure this scyence	A
Exorteth me ryght hardely to wryte	B
To deuoyde ydlenesse by good appetyte	B
For ydlenesse the grete moder of synne	D
Euery vyce is redy to lette ynne	D
I with the same ryght gretely infecte	B
Lykely to deye tyll grace by medecyne	D
Recured my sekenes my payne to abiecte	B
Commaundynge me by her hye power deuyne	D
To drawe this treatyse for to enlumyne	D
The reders therof by penytencyall pyte	B
And to pardon me of theyr benygnyte	B
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Ryght myghty prynces of euery crysten rygyon	D
I sende you gretynge moche hertly grace	A
Right wel to gouerne vpryght your dominyon	D
And all your lordes I greete in lyke cace	A
By this my lettre your hertes to enbrace	A
Besechynge you to prynte it in your mynde	B
How for your sake I toke on me mankynde	B
And as a lambe moost mekely dyde enclyne	D
To suffre the dethe for your redempcyon	D
And ye my kynges whiche do nowe domyne	D
Ouer my comons in terrestryall mancyon	D
By pryncely preemynence and Iuredyccyon	D
In your regall courtes do suffre me be rente	B
And my tender body with blode all be sprente	B
Without my grace ye maye nothynge preuayle	G
Though ye be kynges for to mayntene your see	A
To be a kynge it may nothynge auayle	G
But yf my grace preserue his dygnyte	B
Beholde your seruauntes how they do tere me	A
By cruell othes now pvon euery syde	B
Aboute the worlde launcynge my wo des wyde	B
All the graces whiche I haue you shewed	B
Reuolue in mynde ryght ofte ententyfly	G
Beholde my body with blody proppes endewed	B
Within your realmes nowe torne so pyteously	G
Towsed and tugged with othes cruelly	G
Some my heed some myn armes and face	A
Some my herte do all to rente and race	A
They newe agayne do hange me on the rode	B
They tere my sydes and are nothynge dysmayde	B
My woundes they open and deuoure my blode	B
I god and man moost wofully arayde	B
To you complayne it maye not be denayde	B
ye nowe to tug me ye tere me at the roote	B
yet I to you am chefe refuyte and boote	B
Wherfore ye kynges reygnynge in renowne	D
Refourme your seruauntes in your courte abused	B
To good example of euery maner towne	D
So that theyr othes whiche they longe haue vsed	B
On payne and punysshement be holly refused	B
Meke as a Lambe I suffre theyr grete wronge	E
I maye take vengeaunce thoughe I tary longe	E
I do forbere I wolde haue you amende	B
And graunte you mercy and ye wyll it take	H
O my swete brederne why do ye offende	B
Agayne to tere me whiche deyed for your sake	H
Lose my kyndenes and frome synne awake	H
I dyde redeme you frome the deuylles chayne	D
And spyte of me ye wyll to hym agayne	D
Made I not heuen the moost gloryous mansyon	D
In whiche I wolde be gladde to haue you in	D
Now come swete brederne to myn habytacyon	D
Alas good brederne with your mortall synne	D
Why flee ye frome me to torne agayne begynne	D
I wrought you I bought you ye can it not denye	F
Yet to the deuyll ye go nowe wyllyngly	G
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See	G
Me	G
Be	G
kynde	B
Agayne	D
My payne	D
Reteyne	D
in mynde	B
My swete bloode	B
On the roode	B
Dyde the good	B
my broder	C
My face ryght red	B
Myn armes spred	B
My woundes bled	B
thynke none oder	C
Beholde thou my syde	B
Wounded so ryght wyde	B
Bledynge sore that tyde	B
all for thyn owne sake	H
Thus for the I smerted	B
Why arte y superu harde herted	B
Be by me conuerted	B
and thy swerynge aslake	H
Tere me nowe no more	C
My woundes are sore	C
Leue swerynge therfore	C
and come to my grace	A
I am redy	B
To graunte mercy	G
To the truely	G
for thy trespace	G
Come nowe nere	C
My frende dere	C
And appere	C
before me	G
I so	G
In wo	G
Dyde go	G
se se	G
I	-
Crye	-
Hy	-
the	I
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Unto me dere broder my loue and my herte	B
Turmente me no more with thyn othes grete	B
Come vnto my Ioye and agayne reuerte	B
Frome the deuylles snare and his subtyll net	B
Beware of the worlde all aboute the set	B
Thy flesshe is redy by concupyscence	G
To burne thy herte with cursed vyolence	G
Thoughe these thre enmyes do sore the assayle	G
Upon euery syde with daungerous iniquite	B
But yf thou lyst they may nothynge preuayle	G
Nor yet subdue the with all theyr extremyte	B
To do good or yll all is at thy lyberte	B
I do graunte the grace thyn enemyes to subdue	B
Swete broder accepte it theyr power to extue	B
And ye kynges and prynces of hye noblenes	G
With dukes and lordes of euery dygnyte	B
Indued with manhode wysdome and ryches	G
Ouer the comons hauynge the soueraynte	B
Correcte them whiche so do tere me	G
By cruell othes without repentaunce	G
Amende by tyme lest I take vengeaunce	G
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non accipies nomen dei tui in vaniam	G
Exodi vicesimo	G
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Unto the man I gaue commaundement	B
Not to take the name of thy god vaynfully	G
As not to swere but at tyme conuenyent	B
Before a Iuge to bere recorde truely	G
Namynge my name with reuerence mekely	G
Unto the Iuge than there in presence	G
By my name to gyue to the good credence	G
A my brederne yf that I be wrothe	I
It is for cause ye falsly by me swere	C
Ye knowe your selfe that I am very trothe	I
Yet wrongfully ye do me rente and tere	C
Ye neyther loue me nor my Iustyce fere	C
And yf ye dyde ye wolde full gentylly	G
Obeye my byddynge well and perfytely	G
The worldly kynges hauynge the soueraynte	B
Ye do well obey without resystence	G
Ye dare not take theyr names in vanyte	B
But with grete honoure and eke reuerence	G
Than my name more hye of magnyfycence	G
Ye ought more to drede whiche am kynge of all	G
Bothe god and man and reygne celestyall	G
No erthely man loueth you so well	G
As I do whiche mekely dyde enclyne	D
For to redeme you from the fendes of hell	G
Takynge your kynde by my godhede dyuyne	D
you were the fendes I dyde make you myne	D
For you swete bretherne I was on the rode	B
Gyuynge my body my herte and my blode	B
Than why do ye in euery maner of place	G
With cruell othes tere my body and herte	B
My sydes and woundes it is a pyteous cace	G
Alas swete brederne I wolde you conuerte	B
For to take vengeaunce ye do me coherte	B
From the hous of swerers shall not be absent	B
The plage of Iustyce to take punysshement	B
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Uir multum iurans implebitur iniquitate et non discendet a domo eius plaga	G
Unde Ecclesiastici xxxiii	G
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A man moche s	G