The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 09 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'Sire Dowel dwelleth ' quod Wit 'noght a day hennesA
In a castel that Kynde made of foure kynnes thyngesA
Of erthe and eyr is it maad medled togideresA
With wynd and with water wittily enjoynedB
Kynde hath closed therinne craftily withalleC
A lemman that he loveth lik to hymselveD
Anima she hatte to hir hath envyeE
A proud prikere of Fraunce Princeps huius mundiB
And wolde wynne hire awey with wiles and he myghteB
'Ac Kynde knoweth this wel and kepeth hire the bettreF
And hath doon hire with Sire Dowel Duc of thise marchesA
Dobet is hire damyselle Sire Doweles doughterF
To serven this Iady leelly bothe late and ratheG
Dobest is above bothe a bisshopes peereF
That he bit moot be do he bidd eth hem alleC
By his leryng is lad that lady AnimaH
'Ac the Constable of that castel that kepeth hem alleC
Is a wis knyght withalle Sire Inwit he hatteB
And hath fyve faire sones by his firste wyveD
Sire Se wel and Sey wel and Here wel the hendeB
Sire Werch wel with thyn hand a wight man of strengtheG
And Sire Godefray Go wel grete lordes alleC
Thise sixe ben set to save this lady AnimaH
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 thyngesA
Fader and formour of al that evere was makedB
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And that is the grete God that gynnyng hadde nevereF
Lord of lif and of light of lisse and of peyneJ
Aungeles and alle thyng arn at his willeC
Ac man is hym moost lik of marc and of shapeK
For thorugh the word that he warp woxen forth beestesA
Dixit et facta suntB
'A c he made man moost li k to hymselfD
And Eve of his ryb bon withouten any meneJ
For he was synguler hymself and seide EaciamusA
As who seith '' Moore moot herto than my word ooneJ
My myght moot helpe now with my speche ''-
Right as a lord sholde make lettres and hym lakked no parchemynJ
Though he wiste write never so wel if he hadde no penneJ
The lettre for al the lordshipe I leve were nevere ymakedB
'And so it semeth there he seide as the Bible tellethG
Faciamus hominem ad imaginem nostramH
He moste werche with his word and his wit sheweL
And in this manere was man maad thorugh myght of God almyghtyB
With his word and werkmanshipe and with lif to lasteB
And thus God gaf hym a goost of the godhede of heveneJ
And of his grete grace graunted hym blisseA
And that is lif that ay shal laste to al his lynage afterF
And that is the castel that Kynde made Caro it hatteB
And is as muche to mene as 'man with a soule '-
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And that he wroghte with werk and with word botheG
Thorgh myght of the mageste man was ymakedB
' Inwit and alle wittes yclosed ben therinneJ
For love of the lady Anima that lif is ynempnedB
Over al in mannes body he o walketh and wandrethG
Ac in the herte is hir hoom and hir mooste resteB
Ac Inwit is in the heed and to the herte he lokethG
What Anima is leef or looth he Iat hire at his willeC
For after the grace of God the gretteste is InwitB
'Muche wo worth that man that mysruleth his InwitB
And that ben glotons glubberes hir God is hire wombeH
Quorum deus venter estB
For thei serven Sathan hir soules shal he haveD
That lyven synful lif here hir soule is lich the develC
And alle that lyven good lif are lik to God almyghtyB
Qui manet in caritate in Deo manet cB
'Allas that drynke shal fordo that God deere boughteB
And dooth God forsaken hem that he shoop to his liknesseA
Amen dico vobis nescio vos Et alibi Et dimisi eosA
secundum desideria eorumH
' Fooles that fauten Inwit I fynde that Holy ChircheM
Sholde fynden hem that hem fauteth and faderlese childrenJ
And widewes that han noght wherwith to wynnen hem hir foodeB
Madde men and maydenes that helplese wereF
Alle thise lakken Inwit and loore bihovethG
'Of this matere I myghte make a long taleC
And fynde fele witnesses among the foure doctoursA
And that I lye noght of that I lere thee Luc bereth witnesseA
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'Godfader and godmoder that seen hire godchildrenJ
At myseise and at myschief and mowe hem amendeB
Shul pre ve penaunce in purgatorie but thei hem helpeK
For moore bilongeth to the litel barn er he the lawe knoweL
Than nempnynge of a name and he never the wiserF
Sholde no Cristene creature cryen at the yateB
Ne faille payn ne potage and prelates dide as thei sholdenJ
A Jew wolde noght se a Jew go janglyng for defauteB
For alle the mebles on this moolde and he amende it myghteB
'Allas that a Cristene creature shal be unkynde til anotherF
Syn Jewes that we jugge Judas felawesA
Eyther helpeth oother of that that hym nedethG
Whi nel we Cristene of Cristes good as kynde beB
As Jewes that ben oure loresmen Shame to us alleC
The commune for hir unkyndenesse I drede me shul abyeE
' Bisshopes shul be blamed for beggeres sakeN
He is jugged wors than Judas that yyveth a japer silverF
And biddeth the beggere go for his broke clothesA
Proditor est prelatus cum Iuda qui patrimonium ChristiB
minus distribuit Et alibi Perniciosus dispensator estB
qui res pauperum Christi inutiliter consumitB
He dooth noght wel that dooth thus ne drat noght God almyghtyB
Ne loveth noght Salomons sawes that Sapience taughteB
Inicium sapiencie timor DominiB
'That dredeth God he dooth wel that dredeth hym for loveD
And noght for drede of vengeaunce dooth therfore the bettreF
He dooth best that withdraweth hym by daye and by nyghteB
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To spille any speche or any space of tymeH
Qui offendit in uno in omnibus est reusA
' Tyn ynge of tyme Truthe woot the sotheG
Is moost yhated upon erthe of hem that ben in heveneB
And siththe to spille speche that spire is of graceA
And Goddes gleman and a game of heveneB
Wolde nevere the feithful fader his fithele were untempredB
Ne his gleman a gedelyng a goere to tavernesA
'To alle trewe tidy men that travaille desirenB
Oure Lord loveth hem and lent loude outher stilleC
Grace to go to hem and of gon hir liflodeB
Inquirentes autem Dominum non minuentur omni bonoB
'In this world is Dowel trewe wedded libbynge folkO
For thei mote werche and wynne and the world susteneB
For of hir kynde thei come that Confessours ben nempnedB
Kynges and knyghtes kaysers and clerkesA
Maidenes and martires out of o man comeH
The wif was maad the w y e for to helpe wercheM
And thus was wedlok ywroght with a mene personeB
First by the fadres wille and the frendes conseilleC
And sithenes by assent of hemself as thei two myghte acordeB
And thus was wedlok ywroght and God hymself it madeB
In erthe the heven is hymself was the witnesseA
'Ac fals folk feithlees theves and lyeresA
Wastours and wrecches out of wedlok I troweL
Conceyved ben in yvel tyme as Caym was on EveD
Of swiche synfulle sherewes the Sauter maketh myndeB
Concepit dolorem et peperit iniquitatemH
And alle that come of that Caym come to yvel endeB
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'For God sente to Seem and seide by an aungelC
'Thyn issue in thyn issue I wol that thei be weddedB
And noght thi kynde with Caymes ycoupled ne yspoused ''-
' Yet some ayein the sonde of Oure Saveour of heveneB
Caymes kynde and his kynde coupled togideresA
Til God wrathed with hir werkes and swich a word seideB
' That I makede man now it me forthynkethG
Penitet me fecisse hominem '-
'And com to Noe anon and bad hym noght letteB
'Swithe go shape a ship of shides and of bordesA
Thyself and thi sones thre and sithen youre wyvesA
Busketh yow to that boot and bideth therinneB
Til fourty daies be fulfild that flood have ywasshenB
Clene awey the corsed blood that Caym hath ymakedB
'Bestes that now ben shul banne the tymeH
That evere that cursed Caym coom on this ertheG
Alle shul deye for his dedes by dales and hullesA
And the foweles that fleen forth with othere beestesA
Excepte oonliche of ech kynde a coupleC
That in tB

William Langland



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