The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 18 Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Wolleward and weetshoed wente I forth after	A
As a recchelees renk that reccheth of no wo	B
And yede forth lik a lorel al my lif tyme	C
Til I weex wery of the world and wilned eft to slepe	D
And lened me to a Lenten and longe tyme I slepte	E
Reste me there and rutte faste til ramis palmarum	C
Of gerlis and of Gloria laus gretly me dremed	E
And how osanna by organye olde folk songen	F
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And of Cristes passion and penaunce the peple that ofraughte	E
Oon semblable to the Samaritan and somdeel to Piers the Plowman	F
Barefoot on an asse bak bootles cam prikye	G
Withouten spores other spere spakliche he loked	E
As is the kynde of a knyght that cometh to be dubbed	E
To geten hym gilte spores on galoches ycouped	E
Thanne was Feith in a fenestre and cryde 'At Fili David '	-
As dooth an heraud of armes whan aventrous cometh to iustes	H
Olde Jewes of Jerusalem for joye thei songen	F
Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini	F
Thanne I frayned at Feith what al that fare bymente	E
And who sholde juste in Jerusalem 'jesus ' he seide	E
'And fecche that the fend claymeth Piers fruyt the Plowman '	-
'Is Piers in this place ' quod I and he preynte on me	F
'This Jesus of his gentries wol juste in Piers armes	H
In his helm and in his haubergeon humana natura	A
That Crist be noght biknowe here for consummatus Deus	H
In Piers paltok the Plowman this prikiere shal ryde	E
For no dynt shal hym dere as in deitate Patris '	-
'Who shal juste with Jesus ' quod I 'Jewes or scrybes '	-
'Nay ' quod Feith 'but the fend and fals doom to deye	G
Deeth seith he shal fordo and adoun brynge	I
Al that lyveth or loketh in londe or in watre	A
Lif seith that he lieth and leieth his lif to wedde	E
That for al that Deeth kan do withinne thre daies to walke	J
And fecche fro the fend Piers fruyt the Plowman	F
And legge it ther hym liketh and Lucifer bynde	E
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And forbete and adoun brynge bale deeth for evere	A
O Mors ero mors tua '	-
Thanne cam Pilatus with muche peple sedens pro tribunali	K
To se how doghtiliche Deeth sholde do and deme hir botheres right	E
The Jewes and the justieeayeins Jesu thei weere	A
And al the court on hym cryde ' Crucifige ' sharpe	D
Tho putte hym forth a p e lour bifore Pilat and seide	E
'This Jesus of oure Jewes temple japed and despised	E
To fordoon it on o day and in thre dayes after	A
Edifie it eft newe here he stant that seide it	E
And yit maken it as muche in alle manere poyntes	H
Bothe as long and as large a lofte and by grounde '	-
' Crucifige ' quod a cachepol ' I warante hym a wicche '	-
' Tolle tolle ' quod another and took of kene thornes	H
And bigan of gr ene thorn a garland to make	L
And sette it sore on his heed and seide in envye	G
'A ve rabyt' quod that ribaud and threw reedes at hym	F
Nailed hym with thre nailes naked on the roode	E
And poison on a poole thei putte up to hise lippes	H
And beden hym drynken his deeth yvel hise dayes were ydone	F
And seiden ' If that thow sotil be help now thiselve	M
If thow be Crist and kynges sone com down of the roode	E
Thanne shul we leve that lif thee loveth and wol noght lete thee deye '	-
' Consummatum est ' quod Crist and comsede for to swoune	F
Pitousliche and pale as a prison that deieth	N
The lord of lif and of light tho leide hise eighen togideres	H
The day for drede withdrough and derk bicam the sonne	F
The wal waggede and cleef and al the world quaved	E
Dede men for that dene come out of depe graves	H
And tolde why that tempeste so longe tyme durede	E
'For a bitter bataille ' the dede body seide	E
'Lif and Deeth in this derknesse hir oon fordeoth hir oother	A
Shal no wight wite witterly who shal have the maistrie	A
Er Sonday aboute sonne risyng' and sank with that til erthe	N
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Some seide that he was Goddes sone that so faire deyde	E
Vere filius Dei erat iste	E
And some seide he was a wicche 'Good is that we assaye	G
Wher he be deed or noght deed doun er he be taken '	-
Two theves also tholed deeth that tyme	F
Upon a croos bisides Crist so was the comune lawe	B
A cachepol cam forth and craked bothe hir legges	H
And hir armes after of either of tho theves	H
Ac was no boy so boold Goddes body to touche	O
For he was knyght and kynges sone Kynde foryaf that throwe	B
That noon harlot were so hardy to leyen hond upon hym	F
Ac ther cam forth a knyght with a kene spere ygrounde	E
Highte Longeus as the lettre telleth and longe hadde lore his sight	E
Bifore Pilat and oother peple in the place he hoved	E
Maugree his manye teeth he was maad that tyme	F
To justen with Jesus this blynde Jew Longeus	H
For alle thei were unhardy that hoved on horse or stode	E
To touchen hym or to tasten hym or taken hym doun of roode	E
But this blynde bacheler that baar hym thorugh the herte	E
The blood sprong doun by the spere and unspered the knyghtes eighen	F
Thanne fil the knyght upon knees and cryde Jesu mercy	H
'Ayein my wille it was Lord to wownde yow so soore '	-
He sighed and seide ' Soore it me athynketh	N
For the dede that I have doon I do me in youre grace	H
Have on me ruthe rightful Jesu ' and right with that he wepte	E
Thanne gan Feith felly the false Jewes despise	H
Callede hem caytyves acorsed for evere	A
' For this foule vileynye vengeaunce to yow falle	K
To do the blynde bete hym ybounde it was a boyes counseille	K
Cursede caytyves Knyghthood was it nevere	A
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To mysdo a deed body by daye or by nyghte	E
The gree yit hath he geten for al his grete wounde	E
' For youre champion chivaler chief knyght of yow alle	K
Yilt hym recreaunt rennyng right at Jesus wilk	P
For be this derknesse ydo Deeth worth yvenquisshed	E
And ye lurdaynes han ylost for Lif shal have the maistrye	G
And youre fraunchyse that fre was fallen is in thraldom	F
And ye cherles and youre children cheve shulle ye nevere	A
Ne have lordshipe in londe ne no lond tilye	G
But al barayne be and usurie usen	F
Which is lif that Oure Lord in alle lawes acurseth	N
Now youre goode dayes arn doon as Daniel prophecied	E
Whan Crist cam hir kyngdom the crowne sholde lese	H
Cum veniat sanctus sanctorum cessabit unxio vestra '	-
What for feere of this ferly and of the false Jewes	H
I drow me in that derknesse to descendit ad inferna	F
And there I saugh soothly secundum scripturas	H
Out of the west coste a wenche as me thoughte	E
Cam walkynge in the wey to helleward she loked	E
Mercy highte that mayde a meke thyng with alle	K
A ful benigne burde and buxom of speche	O
Hir suster as it semed cam softely walkynge	I
Evene out of the est and westward she lokede	E
A ful comely creature and a clene Truthe she highte	E
For the vertue that hire folwede afered was she nevere	A
Whan thise maydenes mette Mercy and Truthe	N
Either asked oother of this grete wonder	A
Of the dyn and of the derknesse and how the day rowed	E
And which a light and a leme lay bifore helle	K
'Ich have ferly of this fare in feith ' seide Truthe	N
'And am wendynge to wite what this wonder meneth '	-
'Have no merveille' quod Mercy 'murhte it bitokneth	N
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A maiden that highte Marie and moder withouten felyng	P
Of any kynde creature conceyved thorugh speche	O
And grace of the Holy Goost weex greet with childe	E
Withouten wem into this world she broghte hym	F
And that my tale be trewe I take God to witnesse	H
'Sith this barn was ybore ben thritti wynter passed	E
Which deide and deeth tholed this day aboute mydday	E
And that is cause of this clips that closeth now the sonne	F
In menynge that man shal fro merknesse be drawe	B
The while this light and this leme shal Lucifer ablende	E
For patriarkes and prophetes han preched herof often	F
That man shal man save thorugh a maydenes helpe	D
And that was tynt thorugh tree tree shal it wynne	F
And that Deeth down broughte deeth shal releve '	-
'That thow tellest quod Truthe 'is but a tale of waltrot	E
For Adam and Eve and Abraham with othere	A
Patriarkes and pr	A

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