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'I am Spes a spie ' quod he 'and spire after a knyght	A
That took me a maundement upon the mount of Synay	B
To rule alle reames therewith l bere the writ here '	C
'Is it asseled ' I seide 'May men see thi lettres '	C
'Nay ' he seide 'I seke hym that hath the seel to kepe	D
And that is cros and Cristendom and Crist theron to honge	E
And whan it is asseled so I woot wel the sothe	F
That Luciferis lordshipe laste shal no lenger '	C
' Lat se thi lettres ' quod I 'we myghte the lawe knowe '	C
He plukkede forth a patente a pece of an hard roche	G
Whereon was writen two wordes on this wise yglosed	A
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Dilige Deum et proximum tuum	H
This was the tixte trewely I took ful good yeme	H
The glose was gloriously writen with a gilt penne	B
In hiis duobus mandatis tota lex penhet et prophete	A
' Is here alle thi lordes lawes ' quod I ' Ye leve me ' he seide	A
'And whoso wet cheth after this writ I wol undertaken	B
Shal nevere devel hym dere ne deeth in soule greve	I
For though I seye it myself I have saved with this charme	H
Of men and of wommen many score thousand '	-
' He seith sooth ' seide this heraud ' I have yfounde it ofte	A
Lo here in my lappe that leeved on that charme	H
Josue and Judith and Judas Macabeus	J
Ye and sixti thousand biside forth that ben noght seyen here '	-
' Youre wordes arn wonderfulle ' quod I tho ' Which of yow is trewest	A
And lelest to leve on for lif and for soule	K
Abraham seith that he seigh hoolly the Trinite	A
Thre persones in parcelles departable fro oother	L
And alle thre but o God thus Abraham me taughte	A
And hath saved that bileved so and sory for hir synnes	J
He kan noght siggen the somme and some arn in his lappe	D
What neded it thanne a newe lawe to brynge	E
Sith the firste suffiseth to savacion and to blisse	J
And now cometh Spes and speketh that hath aspied the lawe	M
And telleth noght of the Trinite that took hym hise lettres	J
To bileeve and lovye in o Lord almyghty	A
And siththe right as myself so lovye alle peple	K
'The gorne thit gooth with o staf he semeth in gretter heele	K
Than he that gooth with two staves to sighte of us alle	K
And right so bi the roode reson me sheweth	F
It is lighter to lewed men o lesson to knowe	M
Than for to techen hem two and to hard to lerne the leeste	A
It is ful hard for any man on Abraham bileve	I
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And wel awey worse yit for to love a sherewe	M
In pace in is lighter to leeve in thre lovely persones	J
Than for to lovye and lene as wel lorels as lele	K
Go thi gate 'quod I to Spes 'so me God helpe	D
Tho that lernen thi lawe wol litel while usen it '	-
And as we wenten thus in the wey wordynge togideres	J
Thanne seighe we a Samaritan sittynge on a mule	K
Ridynge ful rapely the righte wey we yeden	B
Comynge from a contree that men called Jerico	N
To a justes in Jerusalem he j aced awey faste	A
Bothe the heraud and Hope and he mette atones	J
Where a man was wounded and with theves taken	B
He myghte neither steppe ne stande ne stere foot ne handes	J
Ne helpe hymself soothly for semyvif he semed	A
And as naked as a nedle and noon help abouten	B
Feith hadde first sighte of hym ac he fleigh aside	A
And nolde noght neghen hym by nyne londes lengthe	F
Hope cam hippynge after that hadde so ybosted	A
How he with Moyses maundement hadde many men yholpe	D
Ac whan he hadde sighte of that segge aside he gan hym drawe	M
Dredfully bi this day as doke dooth fram the faucon	B
Ac so soone so the Samaritan hadde sighte of this leode	A
He lighte adown of lyard and ladde hym in his handes	J
And to the wye he wente hise woundes to biholde	A
And parceyved by his pous he was in peril to dye	O
And but he hadde recoverer the rather that rise sholde he nevere	L
And breide to hise boteles and bothe he atamede	A
With wyn and with oille hise woundes he wasshed	A
Enbawmed hym and bond his heed and in his lappe hym leide	A
And ladde hym so forth on lyard to Lex Christi a graunge	E
Wel sixe mile or sevene biside the newe market	A
Herberwed hym at an hostrie and to the hostiler called	A
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And quod ' Have kepe this man til I come fro the justes	J
And lo here silver ' he seide 'for salve to hise woundes '	-
And he took hym two pens to liflode as it weere	L
And seide 'What he moore spendeth I make thee good herafter	L
For I may noght lette ' quod that leode and lyard he bistrideth	F
And raped hym to Jerusalemward the righte wey to ryde	A
Feith folwede after faste and fondede to mete hym	H
And Spes spakliche hym spedde spede if he myghte	A
To overtaken hym and talke to hym er thei to towne coome	H
And whan I seigh this I sojourned noght but shoop me to renne	B
And suwed that Samaritan that was so ful of pite	A
And graunted hym to ben his groom 'Graunt mercy ' he seide	A
'Ac thi frend and thi felawe ' quod he 'thow fyndest me at nede '	-
And I thanked hym tho and siththe I hym tolde	A
How that Feith fleigh awey and Spes his felawe bothe	F
For sighte of the sorweful segge that robbed was with theves	J
' Have hem excused ' quod he 'hir help may litel availle	K
May no medicyne under molde the man to heele brynge	E
Neither Feith ne fyn Hope so festred be hise woundes	J
Withouten the blood of a barn born of a mayde	A
And be he bathed in that blood baptised as it were	L
And thanne plastred with penaunce and passion of that baby	P
He sholde stonde and steppe ac stalworthe worth he nevere	L
Til he have eten al the barn and his blood ydronke	N
For wente nevere wye in this world thorugh that wildernesse	J
That he ne was robbed or rifled rood he there or yede	A
Save Feith and myselve and Spes his felawe	M
And thiself now and swiche as suwen oure werkes	J
' For Outlawe is in the wode and under bank lotieth	F
And may ech man see and good mark take	N
Who is bihynde and who bifore and who ben on horse	J
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For he halt hym hardier on horse than he that is a foote	A
For he seigh me that am Samaritan suwen Feith and his felawe	M
On my capul that highte Caro of mankynde I took it	A
He was unhardy that harlot and hidde hym in Inferno	B
Ac er this day thre daies I dar undertaken	B
That he worth fettred that feloun faste with cheynes	J
And nevere eft greve gome that gooth this ilke gate	A
O Mors ero mors tua	A
'And thanne shal Feith be forster here and in this fryth walke	N
And kennen out comune men that knowen noght the contree	L
Which is the wey I wente and wher forth to Jerusalem	H
And Hope the hostilers man shal be ther an helyng the man lith	F
And alle that feble and feynte be that Feith may noght teche	G
Hope shal lede hem forth with love as his lettre telleth	F
And hostele hem and heele thorugh Holy Chirche bileve	I
Til I have salve for alle sike and thanne shal I returne	B
And come ayein bi this contree and conforten alle sike	N
That craveth it or coveiteth it and crieth therafter	L
For the barn was born in Bethleem that with his blood shal save	I
Alle that lyven in Feith and folwen his felawes techynge '	-
'A swete sire ' I seide tho 'wher I shal bileve	I
As Feith and his felawe enformed me bothe	F
In thre persones departable that perpetuele were evere	L
And alle thre but o God Thus Abraham me taughte	A
And Hope afterward he bad me to lovye	O
O God with al my good and alle gomes after	L
Lovye hem lik myselve ac Oure Lord aboven alle '	-
'After Abraham ' quod he 'tat heraud of armes	J
Sette faste thi feith and ferme bileve	I
And as Hope highte thee I hote that thow lovye	O
Thyn evenecristene everemoore eveneforth with thiselve	I
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And if conscience carpe therayein or kynde wit eyther	L
Or eretikes with arguments thyn hond thow hem shewe	M
For God is after an hand yheer now and knowe it	A
'The Fader was first as a fust with o fynger foldynge	E
Til hym lovede and liste to unlosen his fynger	L
And profrede it forth as with a pawme to what place it sholde	A
The pawme is purely the hand and profreth forth the fyngres	J
To ministre	L

William Langland

The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 17 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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