The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 11 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCD EAAAF FAGHAIJKK LM G GEAIFJ FAE A JF JFH GGAJAMAAFKINFFAAAJHA CAAECNFF GGKFMFHEOAA GA F EOAAOAIHHCMEGEOAGK AJAHAAA AAA EAFIAAGGIKAMAOAAPEON AJF MA

Thanne Scriptare scorned me and a skile toldeA
And lakked me in Latyn and light by me setteA
And seide ' Multi multa sciunt et seipsos nesciunt 'B
Tho wepte I for wo andwrathe of hir specheC
And in a wynkynge w o rth til I weex aslepeD
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A merveillous metels mette me thanneE
For I was ravysshed right there for Fortune me fetteA
And into the lond of longynge and love she me broughteA
And in a mirour that highte Middelerthe she made me to biholdeA
Sithen she seide to me Here myghtow se wondresF
And knowe that thow coveitest and come therto peraunter '-
Thanne hadde Fortune folwynge hire two faire damyselesF
Concupiscencia Carnis men called the elder maydeA
And Coveitise of Eighes ycalled was that ootherG
Pride of Parfit Lyvynge pursued hem botheH
And bad me for my contenaunce acounten Clergie lighteA
Concupiscencia Carnis colled me aboute the nekkeI
And seide 'Thow art yong and yeep and hast yeres ynoweJ
For to lyve longe and ladies to lovyeK
And in this mirour thow might se myrthes ful manyeK
That leden thee wole to likynge al thi lif tyme '-
The secounde seide the same' I shal sewe thi willeL
Til thow be a lord and have lond leten thee I nelleM
That I ne shal folwe thi felawship if Fortune it like '-
' He shal fynde me his frend ' quod Fortune therafterG
'The freke that folwede my wille failled nevere blisse '-
Thanne was ther oon that highte Elde that hevy was of chereG
' Man ' quod he 'if I mete with thee by Marie of heveneE
Thow shalt fynde Fortune thee faille at thi mooste nedeA
And Concupiscencia Carnis clene thee forsakeI
Bittrely shaltow banne thanne bothe dayes and nyghtesF
Coveitise of Eighe that evere thow hir kneweJ
And Pride of Parfit Lyvynge to muche peril thee brynge '-
' Ye Recche thee nevere ' quod Rechelesnesse stood forth in raggede clothesF
' Folwe forth that Fortune wole thow has wel fer til EldeA
A man may stoupe tyme ynogh whan he shal tyne the crowneE
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''Homo proponit '' quod a poete and Plato he highteA
''And Deus disponit'' quod he 'lat God doon his wille ''-
If Truthe wol witnesse it be wel do Fortune to folweJ
Concupiscencia Carnis ne Coveitise of EighesF
Ne shal noght greve thee graithly ne bigile thee but thow wolt '-
' Ye farewel Phippe ' quod Faunteltee and forth gan me draweJ
Til Concupiscencia Carnis acorded til alle my werkesF
'Allas eighe ' quod Elde and Holynesse botheH
'That wit shal torne to wrecchednesse for wil to have his likyng '-
Coveitise of Eighes conforted me anoon afterG
And folwed me fourty wynter and a fifte mooreG
That of Dowel ne Dobet no deyntee me thoughteA
I hadde no likyng leve me o f the leste of hem ought to knoweJ
Coveitise of Eighes com ofter in myndeA
Than Dowel or Dobet among my dedes alleM
Coveitise of Eighes conforted me ofteA
And seide ' Have no conscience how thow come to goodeA
Go confesse thee to som frere and shewe hym thi synnesF
For whiles Fortune is thi frend freres wol thee lovyeK
And fe stn e thee in hir fraternitee and for thee bisekeI
To hir Priour Provincial a pardon for to haveN
And preien for thee pol by pol if thow be pecuniosusF
Pena pecuniaria non sufficit pro spiritualibus delictisF
By wissynge of this wenche I dide hir wordes were so sweteA
Til I foryat youthe and yarn into eldeA
And thanne was Fortune my foo for al hir faire bihesteA
And poverte pursued me and putte me loweJ
And tho fond I the frere afered and flittynge botheH
Ayeins oure firste forward for I seide I noldeA
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Be buried at hire hous but at my parisshe chircheC
For I herde ones how Conscience it toldeA
That there a man were cristned by kynde he sholde be buryedA
And for I seide thus to freres a fool thei me heldenE
And loved me the lasse for my lele specheC
Ac yet I cryde on my confessour that so konnyng heeld hymselfN
'By my feith frere ' quod I ' ye faren lik thise wowerisF
That wedde none widwes but for to welden hir goodesF
Right so by the roode roughte ye nevere '-
Where my body were buryed by so ye hadde my silverG
Ich have muche merveille of yow and so hath many anotherG
Whi youre covent coveiteth to confesse and to buryeK
Rather than to baptize barnes that ben catecumelyngesF
Baptizynge and buryinge bothe beth ful nedefulleM
Ac muche moore meritorie me thynketh it is to baptizeF
For a baptized man may as maistres tellethH
Thorugh contricion come to the heighe heveneE
Sola contricio delet peccatumO
Ac a barn withouten bapteme may noght so be savedA
Nisi quis renatus fueritA
Loke ye lettred men wheither I lye or do noght '-
And Lewte tho lo ugh on me for I loured afterG
'Wherfore lourestow ' quod Lewtee and loked on me hardeA
'If I dorste amonges men ' quod I 'this metels avowe '-
' Yis by Peter and by Poul ' quod he ' and take hem bothe to witnesseF
Non oderis fratres secrete in corde tuo set publice argue illos '-
'They wole aleggen also ' quod I ' and by the Gospel prevenE
Nolite iudicure quemquamO
'And wherof serveth lawe ' quod Lewtee if no lif undertoke itA
Falsnesse ne faiterie For somwhat the Apostle seideA
Non oderis fratremO
And in the Sauter also seith David the propheteA
Existimasti inique quod ero tui similis cI
It is licitum for lewed men to l egge the sotheH
If hem liketh and lest ech a lawe it graunteth'H
Except persons and preestes and prelates of Holy ChircheC
It falleth noght for that folk no tales to telleM
Though the tale were trewe and it touched synneE
'Thyng that al the world woot wherfore sholdestow spareG
To reden it in retorik to arate dedly synneE
Ac be neveremoore the firste the defaute to blameO
Though thow se yvel seye it noght first be sory it nere amendedA
No thyng that is pryve publice thow it nevereG
Neither for love laude it noght ne lakke it For envyeK
Parum lauda vitupera parcius '-
' He seith sooth ' quod Scripture tho and skipte an heigh and prechedA
Ac the matere that she meved if lewed men it kneweJ
The lasse as I leve lovyen thei woldeA
The bileve o f Oure Lord that lettred men techethH
This was hir teme and hir text I took ful good hedeA
'Multi to a mangerie and to the mete were sompnedA
And whan the peple was plener comen the porter unpynned the yateA
And plukked in Pauci pryveliche and leet the remenaunt go rome '-
Al for tene of hir text trembled myn herteA
And in a weer gan I wexe and with myself to disputeA
Wheither I were chose or noght chose on Holy Chirche I thoughteA
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That underfeng me atte font for oon of Goddes choseneE
For Crist cleped us alle come if we woldeA
Sarsens and scismatikes and so he dide the JewesF
O vos omnes sicientes venite cI
And bad hem souke for synne sa l ve at his bresteA
And drynke boote for bale brouke it whoso myghteA
'Thanne may alle Cristene come ' quod I and cleyme there entreeG
By the blood that he boughte us with and thorugh bapteme afterG
Qui crediderit et baptizatus fuerit cI
For though a Cristen man coveited his Cristendom to reneyeK
Rightfully to reneye no reson it woldeA
' For may no cherl chartre make ne his c h atel selleM
Withouten leve of his lord no lawe wol it graunteA
Ac he may renne in arerage and rome fro homeO
And as a reneyed caytif recchelesly abouteA
Ac Reson shal rekene with hym and rebuken hym at the lasteA
And Conscience acounte with hym and casten hym in arerageP
And putten hym after in prison in purgatorie to brenneE
For his arerages rewarden hym there right to the day of domeO
But if Contricion wol come and crye by his lyveN
Mercy for hise mysdedes with mouthe or with herte '-
' That is sooth ' seide Scripture ' may no synne letteA
Mercy al to amende and mekenesse hir folweJ
For thei beth as oure bokes telleth above Goddes werkesF
Misericordia eius super omnia opera eius '-
'Ye baw for bokes ' quod oon was broken out ofhelleM
' I Troianus a trewe knyghtA

William Langland



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