The Example Of Vertu : Cantos I.-vii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Here begynneth the boke called the example of vertuA
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The prologeB
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Whan I aduert in my remembraunceC
The famous draughtes of poetes eloquentA
Whiche theyr myndes dyd well enhaunceC
Bokes to contryue that were expedyentA
To be remembred without ImpedymentA
For the profyte of humanyteA
This was the custume of antyquyteA
I now symple and moost rudeA
And naked in depured eloquenceC
For dulnes rethoryke doth excludeA
Wherfore in makynge I lake intellygenceC
Also consyderynge my grete neglygenceC
It fereth me sore for to endyteA
But at auenture I wyll now wryteA
As very blynde in the poetys artA
For I therof can no thynge skyllD
Wherfore I lay it all a partA
But somwhat accordynge to my wyllD
I wyll now wryte for to fulfyllD
Saynt Powles wordes and true sentementA
All that is wryten is to oure documentA
O prudent Gower in langage pureE
Without corrupcyon moost facundyousC
O noble Chauser euer moost sureE
Of frutfull sentence ryght delycyousC
O vertuous Lydgat moche sentencyousC
Unto you all I do me excuseC
Though I your connynge do now vseC
Explicit prologusC
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Capitulum PrimsiC
In Septembre in fallynge of the lefeF
Whan phebus made his declynacyonG
And all the whete gadred was in the shefeF
By radyaunt hete and operacyonG
Whan the vyrgyn had full domynacyonG
And Dyane entred was one degreE
Into the sygne of GemyneG
Whan the golden sterres clere were splendentA
In the firmament puryfyed clere as crystallD
By imperyall course without incombrementA
As Iuppyter and Mars that be celestyallD
With Saturne and Mercury that wer supernallD
Myxt with venus that was not retrograteA
That caused me to be well fortunateA
In a slombrynge slepe with slouth opprestA
As I in my naked bedde was leydA
Thynkynge all nyght to take my restA
Morpleus to me than made abreydA
And in my dreme me thought he saydA
Come walke with me in a medowe amerousC
Depeynted with floures that be delycyousC
I walked with hym into a placeC
Where that there grue many a fayre floureE
With Ioye replete and full of solaceC
And the trees dystyllynge redolent lycoureE
More sweter fer than the Aprell shourE
And tary I dyd there by longe spaceC
Tyll that I saw before my faceC
A ryght fayre lady of myddell statureE
And also enduyd with grete vertueA
Her apparell was set with perlys pureE
Whose beaute alway dyd renueG
To me she sayd and ye wyll extueA
All wyldnes I wyll be your guydeA
That ye to fraylte shall not slydeA
Unto her I answerde o lady gloryousC
I pray you tell me what is your nameH
For ye seeme to be ryght precyousC
And I am yonge and sore to blameH
Of vyces full and in vertue lameH
But I wyll be ruled now by your pleasureE
So that your order be made by mesureE
Eclepyd I am she sayd dyscrecyonG
And yf ye wyll be ruled by meI
Ye shall haue Ioye without reprehencyonG
And neuer fall in to fragylyteA
Youth lackynge me it is grete pyteA
For in what place I am exyledA
They be with synne ryght oft defyledA
It longeth euer vnto my properteA
Youth to gyue courage for to lerneG
I wyll not medle with no duplycyteA
But faythfulnes I wyll dyscerneG
And brynge thy soule to blesse eterneG
By wyse example and morall doctryneG
For youth hauynge to me is a good syneG
Forsake also all euyll companyG
And be founde true in worde and dedeA
Remembre that this worlde is transytoryE
After thy desert shall be thy medeA
Loue god alway and eke hym dredeA
And for no mannes pleasure be thyn owne fooF
Gyue theym fayre wordes and lete theym gooF
Be to thy kynge euer true subgeteA
As thou sholdest be by ryght and reasonG
Lete thy herte lowely on hym be seteA
Without ony spot of euyll treasonG
And be obedyent at euery seasonG
Unto his grace without rebellyonG
That thou with trouth may be companyonG
Loue neuer vnloued for that is payneG
Whyle that thou lyuest of that bewareE
Loue as thou seest the loued agayneG
Or elles it wyll torne the to careE
Be neuer taken in that fast snareE
Proue or thou loue that is moost sureE
And than thou in doubte shalt not endureE
Beware byleue no flaterynge tongeB
For flaterers be moost disseyuableD
Though that they company with the longeB
Yet at the ende they wyll be varyableD
For they by reason are not fauorableD
But euermore fals and doubleD
And with theyr tonges cause of grete troubleD
This brytell worlde ay full of bytternesC
Alway turnynge lyke to a ballD
No man in it can haue no sykernesC
For whan he clymmeth he hath a fallD
O wauerynge shadowe bytter as gallD
O fatall welth full soone at endeA
Though thou ryght hy do oft assendeA
Whan she to me had made relacyonG
Of all these prouerbes by good conclusyonG
She gaue to me an InformacyonG
For to depryue all yll abusyonG
And to consydre the grete derysyonG
Whiche is in youth that may not seC
No thynge appropred to his prosperyteA
Forth than we went to an hauen sydeA
Wher was a shyp lyenge at rodeA
Taryenge after the wynde and tydeA
And with moche spyces ryght well lodeA
Upon it lokynge we longe abodeA
Tyll colus with blastes began to roreE
Than we her aborded with payne ryght soreE
This water eclyped was vaynegloryE
Euer with yeopardy and tempestyousC
And the shyp called was ryght trulyD
The vessell of the passage daungerousC
The wawys were hyghe and gretly troublousC
The captayn called was good comfortA
And the sterysman fayre pasportA
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Capitulum IIJ
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Longe were we dryuen with wynde wederE
Tyll we arryued in a fayre IlondeA
Wher was a boote tyed with a teederE
Of merueylous wood as I vnderstondeA
Precyous stones ley vpon the sondA
And poynted dyamondes grewe on the rockesC
And corall also by ryght hyghe stockesC
Amased I was for to beholdeA
The precyous stones vnder my feteA
And the erth glysterynge of goldeA
With floures fayre of odour sweteA
Dame dyscrecyon I dyd than greteA
Praynge her to me to make relacyonG
Who of this Ilonde hath domynacyonG
She sayd foure ladyes in vertue excellentA
Of whiche the eldest is dame natureE
That dayly fourmeth after her ententA
Euery beest and lyuynge creatureE
Both foule and fayre and also pureE
All that dependynge in her ordynaunceC
Where that she fauoureth there is grete pleasaunceC
The seconde is called dame fortuneG
Ayenst whome can be no resystenceC
For she doth sette the strynges in tuneG
Of euery persone by her magnyfycenceC
Whan they sound best by good experyenceC
She wyll theym loose and let theym slypK
Causynge theym fall by her turnynge trypK
The thyrde called is dame hardynesC
That often rulyth by her cheualryE
She is ryght stowt and of grete prowesC
And the captayn of a lusty companyG
And ruleth theym euer full hardelyD
And to gete honour and worldely tresureE
She putteth her oft in auentureE
The fourth is wysedome a lady bryghtA
Whiche is my syster as ye shall seC
Whom I do loue with all my myghtA
For she enclyneth euer to benygnyteA
And medeleth not with fraude nor subtylyteA
But maketh many noble clerkesC
And ruleth theym in all theyr werkesC
They dwell all in a fayre castellD
Besyde a ryuer moche depe and clereE
And be expert in feytys manuellD
That vnto theym can be no peereE
Of erthely persone that lyueth hereE
For they be so fayre and wounderousC
That theym to se it is solacyousC
Longe haue they trauerst gretly in the laweL
Whiche of theym sholde haue the preemynenceC
And none of them theyr case wyll withdraweL
Tyll of dame Iustyce they knowe the sentenceC
They argue often and make defenceC
Eche vnto other withouten remedyA
I wyll no lenger of them specefyF
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Capitulum TerciumI
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Come on fayre youth and go with meI
Unto that place that is delectableD
Bylded with towres of curyosyteA
And yet though that ye be lamentableD
Whan thou art there you wylt be confortableD
To se the merueyles that there be wroughtA
No man can prynt it in his thoughtA
A path we founde ryght gretely vsedA
Where in we went tyll at the lastA
A castell I sawe wherof I musedA
Not fully from me a stones castA
To se the towres I was agastA
Set in a valey so strongely fortefyedA
So gentyll compassed and well edefyedA
The towres were hyghe of adamond stonesC
With fanes wauerynge in the wyndeA
Of ryght fyne golde madeA

Stephen Hawes



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