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Which of his ordre as a prelat
Schal ben enoignt and seintefied；
He mot be more magnefied
For dignete of his corone；
Than scholde an other low persone； 4250
Which is noght of so hih emprise。
Therfore a Prince him scholde avise；
Er that he felle in such riote；
And namely that he nassote
To change for the wommanhede
The worthinesse of his manhede。
Of Aristotle I have wel rad；
Hou he to Alisandre bad；
That forto gladen his corage
He schal beholde the visage 4260
Of wommen； whan that thei ben faire。
Bot yit he set an essamplaire；
His bodi so to guide and reule；
That he ne passe noght the reule；
Wherof that he himself beguile。
For in the womman is no guile
Of that a man himself bewhapeth；
Whan he his oghne wit bejapeth；
I can the wommen wel excuse：
Bot what man wole upon hem muse 4270
After the fool impression
Of his ymaginacioun；
Withinne himself the fyr he bloweth；
Wherof the womman nothing knoweth；
So mai sche nothing be to wyte。
For if a man himself excite
To drenche； and wol it noght forbere；
The water schal no blame bere。
What mai the gold； thogh men coveite？
If that a man wol love streite； 4280
The womman hath him nothing bounde；
If he his oghne herte wounde；
Sche mai noght lette the folie；
And thogh so felle of compainie
That he myht eny thing pourchace；
Yit makth a man the ferste chace；
The womman fleth and he poursuieth：
So that be weie of skile it suieth；
The man is cause； hou so befalle；
That he fulofte sithe is falle 4290
Wher that he mai noght wel aryse。
And natheles ful manye wise
Befoled have hemself er this；
As nou adaies yit it is
Among the men and evere was；
The stronge is fieblest in this cas。
It sit a man be weie of kinde
To love； bot it is noght kinde
A man for love his wit to lese：
For if the Monthe of Juil schal frese 4300
And that Decembre schal ben hot；
The yeer mistorneth； wel I wot。
To sen a man fro his astat
Thurgh his sotie effeminat；
And leve that a man schal do；
It is as Hose above the Scho；
To man which oghte noght ben used。
Bot yit the world hath ofte accused
Ful grete Princes of this dede；
Hou thei for love hemself mislede； 4310
Wherof manhode stod behinde；
Of olde ensamples as I finde。
These olde gestes tellen thus；
That whilom Sardana Pallus；
Which hield al hol in his empire
The grete kingdom of Assire；
Was thurgh the slouthe of his corage
Falle into thilke fyri rage
Of love； which the men assoteth；
Wherof himself he so rioteth； 4320
And wax so ferforth wommannyssh；
That ayein kinde； as if a fissh
Abide wolde upon the lond；
In wommen such a lust he fond；
That he duelte evere in chambre stille；
And only wroghte after the wille
Of wommen； so as he was bede；
That selden whanne in other stede
If that he wolde wenden oute；
To sen hou that it stod aboute。 4330
Bot ther he keste and there he pleide；
Thei tawhten him a Las to breide；
And weve a Pours； and to enfile
A Perle： and fell that ilke while；
On Barbarus the Prince of Mede
Sih hou this king in wommanhede
Was falle fro chivalerie；
And gat him help and compaignie；
And wroghte so； that ate laste
This king out of his regne he caste； 4340
Which was undon for everemo：
And yit men speken of him so；
That it is schame forto hiere。
Forthi to love is in manere。
King David hadde many a love；
Bot natheles alwey above
Knyhthode he kepte in such a wise；
That for no fleisshli covoitise
Of lust to ligge in ladi armes
He lefte noght the lust of armes。 4350
For where a Prince hise lustes suieth；
That he the werre noght poursuieth；
Whan it is time to ben armed；
His contre stant fulofte harmed；
Whan thenemis ben woxe bolde；
That thei defence non beholde。
Ful many a lond hath so be lore；
As men mai rede of time afore
Of hem that so here eses soghten；
Which after thei full diere aboghten。 4360
To mochel ese is nothing worth；
For that set every vice forth
And every vertu put abak；
Wherof priss torneth into lak；
As in Cronique I mai reherse：
Which telleth hou the king of Perse；
That Cirus hihte； a werre hadde
Ayein a poeple which he dradde；
Of a contre which Liddos hihte；
Bot yit for oght that he do mihte 4370
As in bataille upon the werre；
He hadde of hem alwey the werre。
And whan he sih and wiste it wel；
That he be strengthe wan no del；
Thanne ate laste he caste a wyle
This worthi poeple to beguile；
And tok with hem a feigned pes；
Which scholde lasten endeles；
So as he seide in wordes wise；
Bot he thoghte al in other wise。 4380
For it betidd upon the cas；
Whan that this poeple in reste was；
Thei token eses manyfold；
And worldes ese； as it is told；
Be weie of kinde is the norrice
Of every lust which toucheth vice。
Thus whan thei were in lustes falle；
The werres ben foryeten alle；
Was non which wolde the worschipe
Of Armes； bot in idelschipe 4390
Thei putten besinesse aweie
And token hem to daunce and pleie；
Bot most above alle othre thinges
Thei token hem to the likinges
Of fleysshly lust； that chastete
Received was in no degre；
Bot every man doth what him liste。
And whan the king of Perse it wiste；
That thei unto folie entenden；
With his pouer； whan thei lest wenden； 4400
Mor sodeinly than doth the thunder
He cam； for evere and put hem under。
And thus hath lecherie lore
The lond； which hadde be tofore
The beste of hem that were tho。
And in the bible I finde also
A tale lich unto this thing；
Hou Amalech the paien king；
Whan that he myhte be no weie
Defende his lond and putte aweie 4410
The worthi poeple of Irael；
This Sarazin； as it befell；
Thurgh the conseil of Balaam
A route of faire wommen nam；
That lusti were and yonge of Age；
And bad hem gon to the lignage
Of these Hebreus： and forth thei wente
With yhen greye and browes bente
And wel arraied everych on；
And whan thei come were anon 4420
Among thebreus； was non insihte；
Bot cacche who that cacche myhte；
And ech of hem hise lustes soghte；
Whiche after thei full diere boghte。
For grace anon began to faile；
That whan thei comen to bataille
Thanne afterward； in sori plit
Thei were take and disconfit；
So that withinne a litel throwe
The myht of hem was overthrowe； 4430
That whilom were wont to stonde。
Til Phinees the cause on honde
Hath take； this vengance laste；
Bot thanne it cessede ate laste；
For god was paid of that he dede：
For wher he fond upon a stede
A couple which misferde so；
Thurghout he smot hem bothe tuo；
And let hem ligge in mennes yhe；
Wherof alle othre whiche hem sihe 4440
Ensamplede hem upon the dede；
And preiden unto the godhiede
Here olde Sennes to amende：
And he； which wolde his mercy sende；
Restorede hem to newe grace。
Thus mai it schewe in sondri place；
Of chastete hou the clennesse
Acordeth to the worthinesse
Of men of Armes overal；
Bot most of alle in special 4450
This vertu to a king belongeth；
For upon his fortune it hongeth
Of that his lond schal spede or spille。
Forthi bot if a king his wille
Fro lustes of his fleissh restreigne；
Ayein himself he makth a treigne；
Into the which if that he slyde；
Him were betre go besyde。
For every man mai understonde；
Hou for a time that it stonde； 4460
It is a sori lust to lyke；
Whos ende makth a man to syke
And torneth joies into sorwe。
The brihte Sonne be the morwe
Beschyneth noght the derke nyht；
The lusti youthe of mannes myht；
In Age bot it stonde wel；
Mistorneth al the laste whiel。
That every worthi Prince is holde
Withinne himself himself beholde； 4470
To se the stat of his persone；
And thenke hou ther be joies none
Upon this Erthe mad to laste；
And hou the fleissh schal ate laste
The lustes of this lif forsake；
Him oghte a gret ensample take
Of Salomon； whos appetit
Was holy set upon delit；
To take of wommen the plesance：
So that upon his ignorance 4480
The wyde world merveileth yit；
That he； which alle mennes wit
In thilke time hath overpassed；
With fleisshly lustes was so tassed；
That he which ladde under the lawe
The poeple of god； himself withdrawe
He hath fro god in such a wise；
That he worschipe and sacrifise
For sondri love in sondri stede
Unto the false goddes dede。 4490
This was the wise ecclesiaste；
The fame of whom schal evere laste；
That he the myhti god fo