The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 20 Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Thanne as I wente by the way whan I was thus awaked	A
Hevy chered I yede and elenge in herte	A
For I ne wiste wher to ete ne at what place	B
And it neghed neigh the noon and with Nede I mette	A
That afrounted me foule and faitour me called	A
'Coudestow noght excuse thee as dide the kyng and othere	C
That thow toke to thy bilyve to clothes and to sustenaunce	B
Was by techynge and by tellynge of Spiritus Temperancie	B
And that thow nome na moore than nede thee taughte	A
And nede ne hath no lawe ne nevere shal falle in dette	A
For thre thynges he taketh his lif for to save	D
That is mete whan men hym werneth and he no moneye weldeth	E
Ne wight noon wol ben his borugh ne wed hath noon to legge	F
And he ca cch e in that caas and come therto by sleighte	A
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He synneth noght soothliche that so wynneth his foode	A
And though he come so to a clooth and kan no bettre chevyssaunce	B
Nede anoon righte nymeth hym under maynprise	B
And if hym list for to lape the lawe of kynde wolde	A
That he dronke at ech dych er he deide for thurst	A
So Nede at gret nede may nymen as for his owene	G
Withouten conseil of Conscience or Cardynale Vertues	B
So that he sewe and save Spiritus Temperancie	B
'For is no vertue bi fer to Spiritus Temperancie	B
Neither Spiritus Iusticie ne Spiritus Fortitudinis	B
For Spiritus Fortitudinis forfeteth ful ofte	A
He shal do moore than mesure many tyme and ofte	A
And bete men over bittre and som body to litel	H
And greve men gretter than good feith it wolde	A
'And Spiritus Iusticie shal juggen wole he nel he	I
After the kynges counseil and the comune like	J
And Spiritus Prudencie in many a point shal faille	H
Of that he weneth wolde falle if his wit ne weere	C
Wenynge is no wysdom ne wys ymaginacion	G
Homo proponit et Deus disponit	A
God governeth alle goode vertues	B
And Nede is next hym for anoon he meketh	E
And as lowe as a lomb for lakkyng that hym nedeth	E
For nede maketh nede fele nedes lowe herted	A
Philosophres forsoke welthe for thei wolde be nedy	A
And woneden wel elengely and wolde noght be riche	K
'And God al his grete joye goostliche he lefte	A
And cam and took mankynde and bicam nedy '	-
So he was nedy as seith the Book in manye sondry places	B
That he seide in his some on the selve roode	A
''the Fox and fowel may fle to hole and crepe	L
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And the fissh hath fyn to flete with to reste	A
Ther nede hath ynome me that I moot nede abide	A
And suffre sorwes ful soure that shal to joye torne ''	-
Forthi be noght abasshed to bide and to be nedy	A
Sith he that wroghte al the world was wilfulliche nedy	A
Ne nevere noon so nedy ne poverer deide '	-
Whan Nede hadde undernome rne thus anoon I fil aslepe	L
And mette ful merveillously that in mannes forme	M
Antecrist cam thanne and al the crop of truthe	E
Torned it tid up so doun and overtilte the roote	A
And made fals sprynge and sprede and spede mennes nedes	B
In ech a contree ther he cam he kutte awey truthe	E
And gerte gile growe there as he a god weere	C
Freres folwede that fend for he gaf hem copes	B
And religiouse reverenced hym and rongen hir belles	B
And al the covent cam to welcome that tyraunt	A
And alle hise as wel as hym save oonly fooles	B
Whiche fooles were wel gladdere to deye	N
Than to lyve lenger sith Leute was so rebuked	A
And a fals fend Antecrist over alle folk regnede	A
And that were rnylde men and holye that no meschief dradden	G
Defyed alle falsnesse and folk that it usede	A
And what kyng that hem conforted knowynge h ir gile	H
They cursed and hir conseil were it clerk or lewed	A
Antecrist hadde thus soone hundredes at his baner	C
And Pride bar it bare boldely aboute	A
With a lord that lyveth after likyng of body	A
That cam ayein Conscience that kepere was and gyour	C
Over kynde Cristene and Cardynale Vertues	B
'I conseille ' quod Conscience tho 'cometh with me ye fooles	B
Into Unite Holy Chirche and holde we us there	C
And crye we to Kynde that he come and defende us	B
Fooles fro thise fendes lymes for Piers love the Plowman	G
And crye we on al the comune that thei come to Unitee	A
And there abide and bikere ayeins Beliales children '	-
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Kynde Conscience tho herde and cam out of the planetes	B
And sente forth his forreyours feveres and fluxes	B
Coughes and cardiacles crampes and toothaches	B
Rewmes and radegundes and roynouse scalles	B
Biles and bocches and brennynge agues	B
Frenesies and foule yveles forageres of Kynde	A
Hadde ypriked and prayed polles of peple	H
Largeliche a legion lees hir lif soone	G
There was ' Harrow ' and ' Help Here cometh Kynde	A
With Deeth that is dredful to undo us alle '	-
The lord that lyved after lust tho aloud cryde	A
After Confort a knyght to come and bere his baner	C
'Alarme Alarme ' quod that lord 'ech lif kepe his owene '	-
Thanne mette thise men er mynstrals myghte pipe	L
And er heraudes of armes hadden discryved lordes	B
Elde the hoore he was in the vauntwarde	A
And bar the baner bifore Deeth bi right he it cleymede	A
Kynde cam after hym with many kene soores	B
As pokkes and pestilences and muche peple shente	A
So Kynde thorugh corrupcions kilde ful manye	N
Deeth cam dryvynge after and al to duste passhed	A
Kynges and knyghtes kaysers and popes	B
Lered ne lewed he lefte no man stonde	A
That he hitte evene that evere stired after	C
Manye a lovely lady and hir lemmans knyghtes	B
Swowned and swelted for sorwe of Dethes dyntes	B
Conscience of his curteisie to Kynde he bisoughte	A
To cesse and suffre and see wher thei wolde	A
Leve Pride pryvely and be parfite Cristene	G
And Kynde cessede tho to se the peple amende	A
Fortune gan flatere thanne tho fewe that were alyve	D
And bihighte hem long lif and lecherie h	-
Amonges alle manere men wedded and unwedded	A
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And gaderede a greet hoost al agayn Conscience	B
'This Lecherie leide on with laughynge chiere	C
And with pryvee speche and peyntede wordes	B
And armede hym in ydelnesse and in heigh berynge	O
He bar a bowe in his hand and manye brode arewes	B
Weren fethered with fair biheste and many a fals truthe	E
With untidy tales he tened ful ofte	A
Conscience and his compaignye of Holy Kirke the techeris	B
Thanne cam Coveitise and caste how he myghte	A
Overcome Conscience and Cardinale Vertues	B
And armed hym in avarice and hungriliche lyvede	A
His wepne was al wiles to wynnen and to hiden	G
With glosynges and with gabbynges he giled the peple	H
Symonye hym s ue de to assaille Conscience	B
And preched to the peple and prelates thei hem maden	G
To holden with Antecrist hir temporaltees to save	D
And cam to the kynges counseille as a kene baroun	G
And kneled to Conscience in Court afore hem alle	H
And garte Good Feith flee and Fals to abide	A
And boldeliche bar adoun with many a bright noble	H
Muche of the wit and wisdom of Westmynstre Halle	H
He jogged til a justice and justed in his eere	C
And overtilte al his truthe with 'Tak this up amendement '	-
And to the Arches in haste he yede anoon after	C
And tornede Cyvyle into Symonye and siththe he took the Official	H
For a menever mantel he made lele matrymoyne	G
Departen er deeth cam and a devors shapte	A
'Allas ' quod Conscience and cryde tho 'wolde Crist of his grace	B
That Coveitise were Cristene that is so kene to fighte	A
And boold and bidynge the while his bagge lasteth '	-
And thanne lough Lyf and leet daggen hise clothes	B
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And armed hym in haste in harlotes wordes	B
And heeld Holynesse a jape and Hendenesse a wastour	C
And leet Leautee a cherl and Lyere a fre man	G
Conscience and counseil he counted it folye	N
Thus relyede Lif for a litel fortune	G
And priked forth with Pride preiseth he no vertue	A
Ne careth noght how Kynde slow and shal come at the laste	A
And kille alle erthely creature save Conscience oone	G
Lyf lepte aside and laughte hym a lemman	G
'Heele and I ' quod he 'and heighnesse of herte	A
Shal do thee noght drede neither deeth ne elde	A
And to foryyte sorwe and yyve noght of synne '	-
This likede Lif and his lemman Fortune	G
And geten in hir glorie a gadelyng at the l	H

William Langland

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