The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 14 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'I have but oon hool hater ' quod Haukyn 'I am the lasse to blameA
Though it be soiled and selde clene I slepe therinne o nyghtesB
And also I have an houswif hewen and childrenC
Uxorem duxi et ideo non possum venireD
That wollen bymolen it many tyme maugree my chekesB
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It hath be laved in Lente and out of Lente botheE
With the sope of siknesse that seketh wonder depeF
And with the losse of catel that looth me w ereD
For to agulte God or any good man by aught that I wisteG
And was shryven of the preest that for my synnes gaf meH
To penaunce pacience and povere men to fedeG
Al for coveitise of my Cristendom in clennesse to kepen itG
And kouthe I nevere by Crist kepen it clene an houreD
That I ne soiled it with sighte or som ydel specheI
Or thorugh werk or thorugh word or wille of myn herteG
That I ne flobre it foule fro morwe til even '-
'And I shal kenne thee ' quod Conscience 'of Contricion to makeJ
That shal clawe thi cote of alle kynnes filtheE
Cordis contricioB
Dowel shal wasshen it and wryngen it thorugh a wis confessourD
Oris confessioB
Dobet shal beten it and bouken it as bright as any scarletG
And engreynen it with good wille and Goddes grace to amende theE
And sithen sende thee to Satisfaccion for to sonnen it afterD
SatisfaccioB
'And Dobest kepe th clene from unkynde werkesB
Shal nevere my te bymolen it ne mothe after biten itG
Ne fend ne fals man defoulen it in thi lyveK
Shal noon heraud ne harpour have a fairer garnementG
Than Haukyn the Actif man and thow do by my techyngJ
Ne no mynstrall be moore worth amonges povere and richeI
Than Haukyn wi l the wafrer which is Activa Vita '-
'And I shal purveie thee paast ' quod Pacience 'though no plough eryeL
And flour to fede folk with as best be for the souleM
Though nevere greyn growed ne grape upon vyneC
Alle that lyveth and loketh liflode wolde I fyndeG
And that ynogh shal noon faille of thyng that hem nedethE
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We sholde noght be to bisy abouten oure liflodeG
Ne soliciti sitis Volucres celi Deus pascit Pacientes vincuntG
Thanne laughed Haukyn a litel and lightly gan sweryeL
'Whoso leveth yow by Oure Lord I leve noght he be blessed '-
'No ' quod Pacience paciently and out of his poke henteG
Vitailles of grete vertues for alle manere beestesB
And seide ' Lo here liflode ynogh if oure bileve be treweN
For lent nevere was lif but liflode were shapenC
Wherof or wherfore or wherby to libbeO
' First the wilde worm under weet ertheE
Fissh to lyve in the flood and in the fir the criketG
The corlew by kynde of the eyr moost clennest flessh of briddesB
And bestes by gras and by greyn and by grene rootesB
In menynge that alle men myghte the sameA
Lyve thorugh leel bileve and love as God witnessethE
Quodcumque pecieritis a patre in nomine meo Et alibi NonC
in solo pane vivit homo set in omni verbo quod procedit de ore Dei '-
But I lokede what liflode it was that Pacience so preisedeG
And thanne was it a pece of the Paternoster Fiat voluntas tuaG
'Have Haukyn ' quod Pacience 'and et this whan the hungrethE
Or whan thow clomsest for cold or clyngest for droughteG
And shul nevere gyves thee greve ne gret lordes wratheE
Aison ne peyne for pacientes vincuntG
By so that thow be sobre of sighte and of tongeP
In ond ynge and in handlynge and in alle thi fyve wittesB
Darstow nevere care for corn ne lynnen cloth ne wollenC
Ne for drynke ne deeth drede but deye as God likethE
Or thorugh hunger or thorugh hete at his wille be itG
For if thow lyvest after his loore the shorter lif the bettreD
Si quis amat Christum mundum non diligit istumA
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'For thorugh his breeth beestes woxen and abrood yedenC
Dixit et facta suntG
Ergo thorugh his breeth mowen bothe men and beestes lyvenC
As Holy Writ witnesseth whan men seye hir gracesB
Aperis tu manum tuam et imples omne animal benediccioneC
'It is founden that fourty wynter folk lyvede withouten tulyingJ
And out of the flynt sprong the flood that folk and beestes dronkenC
And in Elyes tyme hevene was yclosedG
That no reyn ne roon thus rede men in bokesB
That manye wyntres men lyveden and no mete ne tuliedenC
'Sevene slepe as seith the book sevene hundred wynterD
And lyveden withouten lifiode and at the laste thei wokenC
And if men lyvede as mesure wolde sholde nevere moore be defauteG
Amonges Cristene creatures if Cristes wordes ben treweN
Ac unkyndenesse caristiam maketh amonges Cristen pepleM
And over plentee maketh pryde amonges poore and richeI
Ac mesure is so muche worth it may noght be to deereD
For the meschief and the meschaunce amonges men of SodomeA
Weex thorugh plentee of payn and of pure sleutheE
Ociositas et habundancia panis peccatum turpissimum nutrivitG
For thei mesured noght hemself of that thei ete and dronkeJ
Diden dedly synne that the devel likedG
Vengeaunce fil upon hem for hir vile synnesB
So thei sonken into helle the citees echoneC
' Forthi mesure we us wel and make oure feith oure sheltromA
And thorugh feith cometh contricion conscience woot welM
Which dryveth awey dedly synne and dooth it to be venialM
And though a man myghte noght speke contricion myghte hym saveK
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And brynge his soule to blisse by so that feith bere witnesseB
That whiles he lyvede he bilevede in the loore of Holy ChircheI
Ergo contricion feith and conscience is kyndeliche DowelM
And surgiens for dedly synnes whan shrift of mouthe faillethE
Ac shrift of mouth moore worthi is if man be ynliche contritG
For shrift of mouthe sleeth synne be it never so dedlyM
Per confessionem to a preest peccata occidunturD
Ther contricion dooth but dryveth it doun into a venial synneC
As David seith in the Sauter et quorum tecta sunt peccataG
Ac satisfaccion seketh out the roote and bothe sleeth and voidethE
And as it nevere n adde ybe to noghte bryngeth dedly synneC
That it nevere eft is sene ne soor but semeth a wounde yheeled '-
'Where wonyeth Charite ' quod Haukyn 'I wiste nevere in my lyveK
Man that with hym spak as wide as I have passed '-
'Ther parfit truthe and poore herte is and pacience of tongeP
There is Chante the chief chaumbrere for God hymselve '-
'Wheither paciente poverte ' quod Haukyn 'be moore plesaunt to Oure DrightG
Than richesse rightfulliche wonne and resonably despended '-
' Ye quis est ilie ' quod Pacience ' quik laudabimus eumA
Though men rede of richesse right to the worldes endeG
I wiste nevere renk that riche was that whan he rekene sholdeG
Whan he drogh to his deeth day that he ne dredde hym sooreD
And that at the rekenyng in arrerage fel rather than out of detteG
Ther the poore dar plede and preve by pure resonC
To have allowaunce of his lord by the lawe he it cleymethE
Joye that nevere joye hadde of rightful jugge he askethE
And seith ''Lo briddes and beestes that no blisse ne knowethE
And wilde wormes in wodes thorugh wyntres thow hem grevestG
And makest hem wel neigh meke and mylde fer defauteG
And after thew sedet hem somer that is hir soveyn joyeL
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And blisse to alle that ben bothe wilde and tame '-
'Thanne may boggeris as beestes after boote waitenC
That al hir lif han lyved in langour and in defauteG
But God sente hem som tyme som manere joyeL
Outher here or elliswhere kynde wolde it nevereD
For to wrotherhele was he wroght that nevere was joye shapenC
'Aungeles that in helle now ben hadden joye som tymeA
And Dives in deyntees lyvede and in douce vieK
Right so reson sheweth that tho men that riche wereD
And hir makes also lyvede hir lif in murtheE
'Ac God is of a wonder wille by that kynde wit shewethE
To yyve many men his mercymonye er he it have deservedG
Right so fareth God by some richeruthe me it thynkethE
For thei han hir hire heer and hevene as it wereD
And greet likynge to lyve withouten labour of bodyeL
AndG

William Langland



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