The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 09 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABCDEBBFAFGFCHCBDB GCHIIAB FJCKABDJAJ JJBGHLBBJAFB GBJBGBGCBBHBDCBBBAAH MJBFGCAA JBKLFBJBBFAGBCENFABB BBBBDFB HAGBABBABCBBOBBAHMBC BBAALDBHB CB BABG BAABBBHGAACB'Sire Dowel dwelleth ' quod Wit 'noght a day hennes | A |
In a castel that Kynde made of foure kynnes thynges | A |
Of erthe and eyr is it maad medled togideres | A |
With wynd and with water wittily enjoyned | B |
Kynde hath closed therinne craftily withalle | C |
A lemman that he loveth lik to hymselve | D |
Anima she hatte to hir hath envye | E |
A proud prikere of Fraunce Princeps huius mundi | B |
And wolde wynne hire awey with wiles and he myghte | B |
'Ac Kynde knoweth this wel and kepeth hire the bettre | F |
And hath doon hire with Sire Dowel Duc of thise marches | A |
Dobet is hire damyselle Sire Doweles doughter | F |
To serven this Iady leelly bothe late and rathe | G |
Dobest is above bothe a bisshopes peere | F |
That he bit moot be do he bidd eth hem alle | C |
By his leryng is lad that lady Anima | H |
'Ac the Constable of that castel that kepeth hem alle | C |
Is a wis knyght withalle Sire Inwit he hatte | B |
And hath fyve faire sones by his firste wyve | D |
Sire Se wel and Sey wel and Here wel the hende | B |
Sire Werch wel with thyn hand a wight man of strengthe | G |
And Sire Godefray Go wel grete lordes alle | C |
Thise sixe ben set to save this lady Anima | H |
Til Kynde come or sende to kepen hire hymselve ' | I |
'What kynnes thyng is Kynde ' quod 'kanstow me telle ' | I |
' Kynde ' quod Wit 'is creatour of alle kynnes thynges | A |
Fader and formour of al that evere was maked | B |
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And that is the grete God that gynnyng hadde nevere | F |
Lord of lif and of light of lisse and of peyne | J |
Aungeles and alle thyng arn at his wille | C |
Ac man is hym moost lik of marc and of shape | K |
For thorugh the word that he warp woxen forth beestes | A |
Dixit et facta sunt | B |
'A c he made man moost li k to hymself | D |
And Eve of his ryb bon withouten any mene | J |
For he was synguler hymself and seide Eaciamus | A |
As who seith '' Moore moot herto than my word oone | J |
My myght moot helpe now with my speche '' | - |
Right as a lord sholde make lettres and hym lakked no parchemyn | J |
Though he wiste write never so wel if he hadde no penne | J |
The lettre for al the lordshipe I leve were nevere ymaked | B |
'And so it semeth there he seide as the Bible telleth | G |
Faciamus hominem ad imaginem nostram | H |
He moste werche with his word and his wit shewe | L |
And in this manere was man maad thorugh myght of God almyghty | B |
With his word and werkmanshipe and with lif to laste | B |
And thus God gaf hym a goost of the godhede of hevene | J |
And of his grete grace graunted hym blisse | A |
And that is lif that ay shal laste to al his lynage after | F |
And that is the castel that Kynde made Caro it hatte | B |
And is as muche to mene as 'man with a soule ' | - |
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And that he wroghte with werk and with word bothe | G |
Thorgh myght of the mageste man was ymaked | B |
' Inwit and alle wittes yclosed ben therinne | J |
For love of the lady Anima that lif is ynempned | B |
Over al in mannes body he o walketh and wandreth | G |
Ac in the herte is hir hoom and hir mooste reste | B |
Ac Inwit is in the heed and to the herte he loketh | G |
What Anima is leef or looth he Iat hire at his wille | C |
For after the grace of God the gretteste is Inwit | B |
'Muche wo worth that man that mysruleth his Inwit | B |
And that ben glotons glubberes hir God is hire wombe | H |
Quorum deus venter est | B |
For thei serven Sathan hir soules shal he have | D |
That lyven synful lif here hir soule is lich the devel | C |
And alle that lyven good lif are lik to God almyghty | B |
Qui manet in caritate in Deo manet c | B |
'Allas that drynke shal fordo that God deere boughte | B |
And dooth God forsaken hem that he shoop to his liknesse | A |
Amen dico vobis nescio vos Et alibi Et dimisi eos | A |
secundum desideria eorum | H |
' Fooles that fauten Inwit I fynde that Holy Chirche | M |
Sholde fynden hem that hem fauteth and faderlese children | J |
And widewes that han noght wherwith to wynnen hem hir foode | B |
Madde men and maydenes that helplese were | F |
Alle thise lakken Inwit and loore bihoveth | G |
'Of this matere I myghte make a long tale | C |
And fynde fele witnesses among the foure doctours | A |
And that I lye noght of that I lere thee Luc bereth witnesse | A |
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'Godfader and godmoder that seen hire godchildren | J |
At myseise and at myschief and mowe hem amende | B |
Shul pre ve penaunce in purgatorie but thei hem helpe | K |
For moore bilongeth to the litel barn er he the lawe knowe | L |
Than nempnynge of a name and he never the wiser | F |
Sholde no Cristene creature cryen at the yate | B |
Ne faille payn ne potage and prelates dide as thei sholden | J |
A Jew wolde noght se a Jew go janglyng for defaute | B |
For alle the mebles on this moolde and he amende it myghte | B |
'Allas that a Cristene creature shal be unkynde til another | F |
Syn Jewes that we jugge Judas felawes | A |
Eyther helpeth oother of that that hym nedeth | G |
Whi nel we Cristene of Cristes good as kynde be | B |
As Jewes that ben oure loresmen Shame to us alle | C |
The commune for hir unkyndenesse I drede me shul abye | E |
' Bisshopes shul be blamed for beggeres sake | N |
He is jugged wors than Judas that yyveth a japer silver | F |
And biddeth the beggere go for his broke clothes | A |
Proditor est prelatus cum Iuda qui patrimonium Christi | B |
minus distribuit Et alibi Perniciosus dispensator est | B |
qui res pauperum Christi inutiliter consumit | B |
He dooth noght wel that dooth thus ne drat noght God almyghty | B |
Ne loveth noght Salomons sawes that Sapience taughte | B |
Inicium sapiencie timor Domini | B |
'That dredeth God he dooth wel that dredeth hym for love | D |
And noght for drede of vengeaunce dooth therfore the bettre | F |
He dooth best that withdraweth hym by daye and by nyghte | B |
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To spille any speche or any space of tyme | H |
Qui offendit in uno in omnibus est reus | A |
' Tyn ynge of tyme Truthe woot the sothe | G |
Is moost yhated upon erthe of hem that ben in hevene | B |
And siththe to spille speche that spire is of grace | A |
And Goddes gleman and a game of hevene | B |
Wolde nevere the feithful fader his fithele were untempred | B |
Ne his gleman a gedelyng a goere to tavernes | A |
'To alle trewe tidy men that travaille desiren | B |
Oure Lord loveth hem and lent loude outher stille | C |
Grace to go to hem and of gon hir liflode | B |
Inquirentes autem Dominum non minuentur omni bono | B |
'In this world is Dowel trewe wedded libbynge folk | O |
For thei mote werche and wynne and the world sustene | B |
For of hir kynde thei come that Confessours ben nempned | B |
Kynges and knyghtes kaysers and clerkes | A |
Maidenes and martires out of o man come | H |
The wif was maad the w y e for to helpe werche | M |
And thus was wedlok ywroght with a mene persone | B |
First by the fadres wille and the frendes conseille | C |
And sithenes by assent of hemself as thei two myghte acorde | B |
And thus was wedlok ywroght and God hymself it made | B |
In erthe the heven is hymself was the witnesse | A |
'Ac fals folk feithlees theves and lyeres | A |
Wastours and wrecches out of wedlok I trowe | L |
Conceyved ben in yvel tyme as Caym was on Eve | D |
Of swiche synfulle sherewes the Sauter maketh mynde | B |
Concepit dolorem et peperit iniquitatem | H |
And alle that come of that Caym come to yvel ende | B |
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'For God sente to Seem and seide by an aungel | C |
'Thyn issue in thyn issue I wol that thei be wedded | B |
And noght thi kynde with Caymes ycoupled ne yspoused '' | - |
' Yet some ayein the sonde of Oure Saveour of hevene | B |
Caymes kynde and his kynde coupled togideres | A |
Til God wrathed with hir werkes and swich a word seide | B |
' That I makede man now it me forthynketh | G |
Penitet me fecisse hominem ' | - |
'And com to Noe anon and bad hym noght lette | B |
'Swithe go shape a ship of shides and of bordes | A |
Thyself and thi sones thre and sithen youre wyves | A |
Busketh yow to that boot and bideth therinne | B |
Til fourty daies be fulfild that flood have ywasshen | B |
Clene awey the corsed blood that Caym hath ymaked | B |
'Bestes that now ben shul banne the tyme | H |
That evere that cursed Caym coom on this erthe | G |
Alle shul deye for his dedes by dales and hulles | A |
And the foweles that fleen forth with othere beestes | A |
Excepte oonliche of ech kynde a couple | C |
That in t | B |
William Langland
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