Pilgrimage In Search Of Do-well Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACADEAAAEACCFGDHIC IBDGGICDJEKALDEJLDDG AAAGDCBELBDLCGMIGIIG ICANAANCCLMIICIGIOAG DCDEPDBGGBGGQDGBACAD AGEABGIACIBICEAEEEBC GDGARNA| Thus y robed in russet romed I aboute | A |
| Al in a somer seson for to seke Do wel | B |
| And frayned full ofte of folk that I mette | A |
| If any wight wiste wher Do wel was at inne | C |
| And what man he myghte be of many man I asked | A |
| Was nevere wight as I wente that me wisse kouthe | D |
| Where this leode lenged lasse ne moore | E |
| Til it bifel on a Friday two freres I mette | A |
| Maisters of the Menours men of grete witte | A |
| I hailsed them hendely as I hadde y lerned | A |
| And preede them par charite er thei passed ferther | E |
| If thei knew any contree or costes as thei wente | A |
| 'Where that Do wel dwelleth dooth me to witene' | C |
| For thei be men of this moolde that moost wide walken | C |
| And knowen contrees and courtes and many kynnes places | F |
| Bothe princes paleises and povere mennes cotes | G |
| And Do wel and Do yvele where thei dwelle bothe | D |
| 'Amonges us' quod the Menours 'that man is dwellynge | H |
| And evere hath as I hope and evere shal herafter ' | I |
| ' Contra ' quod I as a clerc and comsed to disputen | C |
| And seide hem soothly ' Septies in die cadit justus ' | I |
| 'Sevene sithes seeth the book synneth the rightfulle | B |
| And who so synneth ' I seide 'dooth yvele as me thynketh | D |
| And Do wel and Do yvele mowe noght dwelle togideres | G |
| Ergo he nis noght alway among you freres | G |
| He is outher while ellis where to wisse the peple ' | I |
| 'I shal seye thee my sone' seide the frere thanne | C |
| 'How seven sithes the sadde man on a day synneth | D |
| By a forbisne' quod the frere 'I shal thee faire showe | J |
| Lat brynge a man in a boot amydde the brode watre | E |
| The wynd and the water and the boot waggyng | K |
| Maketh the man many a tyme to falle and to stonde | A |
| For stonde he never so stif he stumbleth if he meve | L |
| Ac yet is he saaf and sound and so hym bihoveth | D |
| For if he ne arise the rather and raughte to the steere | E |
| The wynd wolde with the water the boot over throwe | J |
| And thanne were his lif lost thorough lackesse of hymselve | L |
| And thus it falleth ' quod the frere 'by folk here on erthe | D |
| The water is likned to the world that wanyeth and wexeth | D |
| The goodes of this grounde arn like to the grete wawes | G |
| That as wyndes and wedres walketh aboute | A |
| The boot is likned to oure body that brotel is of kynde | A |
| That thorough the fend and the flesshe and the frele worlde | A |
| Synneth the sadde man a day seven sithes | G |
| Ac dedly synne doth he noght for Do wel hym kepeth | D |
| And that is Charite the champion chief help ayein Synne | C |
| For he strengtheth men to stonde and steereth mannes soule | B |
| And though the body bowe as boot dooth in the watre | E |
| Ay is thi soul saaf but if thou wole thiselve | L |
| Do a deedly synne and drenche so thi soule | B |
| God wole suffre wel thi sleuthe if thiself liketh | D |
| For he yaf thee a yeres gyve to yeme wel thiselve | L |
| And that is wit and free wil to every wight a porcion | C |
| To fleynge foweles to fisshes and to beastes | G |
| Ac man hath moost thereof and moost is to blame | M |
| But if he werch wel therwith as Do wel hym techeth ' | I |
| 'I have no kynde knowyng ' quod I 'to conceyven alle your wordes | G |
| Ac if I may lyve and loke I shall go lerne bettre ' | I |
| 'I bikenne thee Christ ' quod he 'that on cros deyde ' | I |
| And I seide 'the same save you fro myschaunce | G |
| And gyve you grace on this grounde goode men to worthe ' | I |
| And thus I wente wide wher walkyng myn one | C |
| By a wilderness and by a wodes side | A |
| Blisse of the briddes Broughte me a slepe | N |
| And under a lynde upon a launde lened I a stounde | A |
| To lythe the layes the lovely foweles made | A |
| Murthe of hire mowthes made me ther to slepe | N |
| The merveillouseste metels mette me thanne | C |
| That ever dremed wight in worlde as I wene | C |
| A muche man as me thoughte and like to myselve | L |
| Cam and called me by my kynde name | M |
| 'What artow ' quod I tho 'that thow my name knowest ' | I |
| 'That woost wel ' quod he 'and no wight bettre ' | I |
| 'Woot I what thou art ' 'Thought ' seide he thanne | C |
| 'I have sued thee this seven yeer seye thou me no rather ' | I |
| 'Artow Thought ' quod I thoo 'thow koudest me wisse | G |
| Where that Do wel dwelleth and do me that to knowe ' | I |
| 'Do wel and Do bet and Do best the thridde ' quod he | O |
| 'Arn thre fair vertues and ben noght fer to fynde | A |
| Who so is trewe of his tunge and of his two handes | G |
| And thorugh his labour or thorugh his land his liflode wynneth | D |
| And is trusty of his tailende taketh but his owene | C |
| And is noght dronklewe ne dedeynous Do wel hym folweth | D |
| Do bet dooth ryght thus ac he dooth much more | E |
| He is as lowe as a lomb and lovelich of speche | P |
| And helpeth alle men after that hem nedeth | D |
| The bagges and the bigirdles he hath to broke hem alle | B |
| That the Erl Avarous heeld and hise heires | G |
| And thus with Mammonaes moneie he hath maad hym frendes | G |
| And is ronne to religion and hath rendred the Bible | B |
| And precheth to the peple Seint Poules wordes | G |
| Libenter suffertis insipientes cum sitis ipsi sapientes | G |
| 'And suffreth the unwise' with you for to libbe | Q |
| And with glad will dooth hem good and so God you hoteth | D |
| Do best is above bothe and bereth a bisshopes crosse | G |
| Is hoked on that oon ende to halie men fro helle | B |
| A pik is on that potente to putte a down the wikked | A |
| That waiten any wikkednesse Do wel to tene | C |
| And Do wel and Do bet amonges hem han ordeyned | A |
| To crowne oon to be kyng to rulen hem bothe | D |
| That if Do wel or Do bet dide ayein Do best | A |
| Thanne shal the kyng come and casten hem in irens | G |
| And but if Do best bede for hem thei to be there for evere | E |
| Thus Do wel and Do bet and Do best the thridde | A |
| Crouned oon to the kyng to kepen hem alle | B |
| And to rule the reme by hire thre wittes | G |
| And noon oother wise but as thei thre assented ' | I |
| I thonked Thoght tho that he me thus taughte | A |
| 'Ac yet savoreth me noght thi seying I coveit to lerne | C |
| How Do wel Do bet and Do best doon among the peple ' | I |
| 'But Wit konne wisse thee ' quod Thoght 'Where tho thre dwelle | B |
| Ellis woot I noon that kan that now is alyve ' | I |
| Thoght and I thus thre daies we yeden | C |
| Disputyng upon Do wel day after oother | E |
| And er we were war with Wit gonne we mete | A |
| He was long and lene lik to noon other | E |
| Was no pride on his apparaille ne poverte neither | E |
| Sad of his semblaunt and of softe chere | E |
| I dorste meve no matere to maken hym to jangle | B |
| But as I bad Thoght thoo be mene bitwene | C |
| And pute forth som purpos to preven his wittes | G |
| What was Do wel fro Do bet and Do best from hem bothe | D |
| Thanne Thoght in that tyme seide these wordes | G |
| 'Where Do wel Do bet and Do best ben in londe | A |
| Here is Wil wolde wite if Wit koude teche him | R |
| And whether he be man or woman this man fayn wolde aspie | N |
| And werchen as thei thre wolde thus is his entente' | A |
William Langland
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Pilgrimage In Search Of Do-well is a poem by William Langland. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.