The Example Of Vertu : Cantos Viii.-xiv. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Capitalum VIIIA
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Dame Sapyence taryed a lytell whyleB
Behynd the other saynge to DyscrecyonC
And began on her to laugh and smyleB
Axynge her how I stode in condycyonC
Well she sayd in good perfeccyonC
But best it is that he maryed beD
For to eschewe all yll censualyteE
I knowe a lady of meruelous beauteE
Spronge out of hyghe and noble lynageF
Replete with vertue and full of bounteE
Whiche vnto youth were a good maryageF
For she is comen of royall apparageF
But herde it wyll be to gete her loueB
Without youth frayltye do sore reproueG
I kneled downe than vpon my kneC
Afore dame Sapyence with humble chereG
Besechynge her of me to haue pyteE
And also Dyscrecyon her syster dereG
Than dame Sapyence came me nereG
Saynge youth wyll ye haue a wyfeA
And her to loue durynge her lyfeA
Ye madame that wolde I fayneC
Yf that she be both fayre and bryghtE
I wyll her loue euer more certayneC
And pleas her alway with all my myghtE
Of suche a persone wolde I haue a syghtE
With all my herte now at this houreG
Wolde to god I had so fayre a floureG
Than sayd dyscrecyon there is a kyngeF
Dwellynge fer hens in a fayre castellB
Of whome I oft haue herd grete talkyngeF
Whiche hath a doughter as I you tellB
I trowe that youth wyll lyke her wellB
She is both good eke fayre and pureG
As I report me vnto dame NatureG
But yf that youth sholde her go sekeH
Ye must syster than hym well indueE
With your grete power so good and mekeH
That he all frayltye may eschueI
For by the way it wyll oft pursueJ
On hym by flatery and grete temptacyonC
That shall brynge hym in tribulacyonC
As for that sayd she he shall not careG
For he shall theym sone ouercomeK
And of theyr flatery ryght well bewareG
For I to hym shall gyue grete wysedomeK
Theyr dedes to withstande make theym d meK
Wherfore dere syster as I you prayG
Unto her lede hym now on the wayG
Loke that ye send me in his necessyteE
By dame swyftnes full sone a letterG
By whiche that I may knowe the certaynteE
That I may come to ayde hym beterG
So that fraylte to hym be no freterG
And though I be not alway vysybleB
With hym my power he hath inuyncybleB
Than sayd dame Sapyence to dyscrecyonC
Fare well dere syster I may not taryG
Loke ye of youth haue the tuycyonC
That he fall not into vayngloryG
And that ye puruey for hym shortlyB
That he may wedde the fayre dame clennesseJ
Whiche for her loue haue ben in duresseJ
With that dame Sapyence downe wentE
Into her place that was the doctrynallB
Of famous clerkes in connynge splendentE
A myrrour of lernyng that was dyuynallB
With all the craftes artyfycyallB
Byfore her dame Fortune went to her mancyonC
And eke dame hardynes to her habytacyonC
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Capitulum nonumK
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Forth than went dyscrecyon and IL
Out of the castell into a greneC
Where byrdys sange by grete melodyE
There daunst also the fayre queneC
Besyde a ryuer named EpheseneC
Ouer whiche we wente to the other sydeE
That was a medowe both longe and wydeE
Longe there we wandred tyll at the lastE
We came vnto a ryght grete wyldernesJ
By that tyme Phebus was ouer pastE
Wherfore we walked in grete derkenesJ
The whiche to me was a grete heuynesJ
For Lucyna eke dyd her shrowdeE
Under a blacke and mysty clowdeE
For she was horned and no thynge cleereG
And entred into the sygne of caprycorneC
Ryght ferre from phebus fulgent speereG
And not ayenst hym the crowne had worneC
I went vp and downe tyll on the morneC
That phebus his golden reyes dyd spredeE
Than dyscrecyon ferther forth me ledeE
Amonge thornes sharpe bestes wyldeE
There was the lyon the wolf the bereG
But I coude mete nother man ne chyldeE
But many serpentes that dyde me fereG
And by a swete smelle I knewe a pantereG
So forth I went by longe contynuaunceJ
Tyll that I sawe an herber of pleasaunceJ
To whiche I toke anone my wayeG
Where that I sawe a lady excellentE
Rydynge on a goote in fresshe arrayeG
Ryght yonge of age lusty of ententE
Prayenge me to her for to assentE
As to fulfyll the flesshly pleasureG
Whiche she desyred me out of mesureG
Nay sayd dyscrecyon that may not beE
No sayd I in no maner of wyseJ
To her request I wyll now agreeE
But euermore here foule lust despyseJ
For I my selfe do now aduyseJ
To kepe me chast that I may maryE
Fayre dame Clennes that noble ladyE
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So forth I went walkynge my iournayC
Metynge a lady olde and amyableB
Syttynge in a castell both fressh and gayG
On an olyphauntes backe in strength so stableB
Whiche it to bere was good and ableB
Hauynge in her hande a cup of goldeE
Sette with perles ryght many afoldeE
She sayd she was the lady of rychesseJ
The quene of welth and worldely gloryE
Praynge me to company with her noblenesseJ
And she than wolde promote me shortelyB
To innumerable ryches and make me worthyE
Where I am poore and sette by noughtE
By her to worshyp I sholde be broughtE
Unto her I answered I wolde not soJ
As for to hunt in the parke of prydeE
The whiche to Clennes is mortall foA
But with Dyscrecyon I wyll abydeE
Whiche doth a wyfe for me prouydeE
By whome I shall haue the possessyowneC
Of heuenly kyngdome grete renowneC
So forth I went and had grete trauayleB
Without the comfort of ony personsJ
Saue of dyscrecyon whiche dyd me counsayleB
As she went walkynge with me aloneC
Unto her I made full grete moneC
And lykened the wyldernes by morall scenceJ
Unto worldely trouble by good experyenceJ
She sayd the fyrst lady that I dyd meteE
Iclyped was dame SensualyteE
Whiche can well flater with wordes sweteE
Causynge a man to fall into fragylyteE
And for to haunt the carnall freylteE
Whiche vnto clennes is abhomynableB
For they in werke be gretely varyableB
The seconde was pryde enduyd with couetyseJ
A lady of ryght fruytles medytacyonC
Delytynge gretly in the synne of auaryceJ
The whiche is cause of her dampnacyonC
For she by her fals supportacyonC
Blyndeth many a mannes conscyenceJ
And dryueth ryght oft fer in absenceJ
So ferther I went tyll at the lastE
I was in a mase goynge in and outeE
Ther was none other way I was agastE
But forth I walked in grete douteE
Now here now there and so rounde abouteE
Than sayd vnto me dame DyscrecyonC
Ye are in the besynes of worldely fastyonC
There in I trauayled by longe spaceJ
Tyll that I mette a lady gloryousJ
Indued with vertue and grete graceJ
To whom I sayd o lady precyousJ
As ye seme to be good and vertuousJ
I you beseche now without delayeG
Unto dame Clennes to teche me the wayeG
I Sapyence now wyll shewe to theM
The ryght waye vnto fayre clennesJ
And yf thou wylt be ruled by meE
Thou shalt mary that noble pryncesJ
Yes that wyll I sayd than doutelesJ
Dyscrecyon sayd she wolde be my suerteE
Sapyence sayd none better myght beE
Than sayd dyscrecyon to dame sapyenceJ
Welcome to vs my syster dereE
And I to her dyd humble reuerenceJ
Saynge who had went to fynde you hereE
Yes she sayd I haue ben neereE
You often tymes syth my departyngeF
And haue ben cause of your goode gydyngeF
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Capitulum XJ
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Come on your waye walke on a paceJ
For ye longe for to haue a syghtE
Of dame Clennes so clere a faceJ
So goodely of body in beauty bryghtE
That there can not be so fayre a wyghtE
So forth we walked to a ryuer sydeE
That ebbed and flowed at euery tydeE
Than I saw a castell a pales royallB
Bylded with marble blacke as the getteE
With glasse wyndowes as clere as crystallB
Whiche on the other syde was setteE
No man to the castell myght getteE
But ouer the water on a lytell brydgeF
Not halfe so brode as a hous rydgeF
But as I cast myn eye than asydeE
I saw a lady wounderous fayreE
Demure of contenaunce without prydeE
That went her selfe for to repayreE
By the water syde to take the ayreE
Beholde and se than sayd dame sapyenceJ
Yonder is dame Clennes the sterre of excellenceJ
Full glad was I than in my myndeE
For to se that flour of complacenceJ
The syght of her dyd my herte byndeE
Euer her to loue with percynge influenceJ
Unto her I sayd o well of contynenceJ
Unto your grace fayne wolde I goJ
Ner lettynge of this water bloB
To me she answered than agayneC
Saynge this worlde withouten mysJ
Is but a vanyte no thynge certaE

Stephen Hawes



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