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And seide； 〃Sone； as of thi schrifte
Thou hast ful pardoun and foryifte；
Foryet it thou； and so wol I。〃
〃Min holi fader； grant mercy；〃
Quod I to him； and to the queene
I fell on knes upon the grene； 2900
And tok my leve forto wende。
Bot sche； that wolde make an ende；
As therto which I was most able；
A Peire of Bedes blak as Sable
Sche tok and heng my necke aboute；
Upon the gaudes al withoute
Was write of gold； Por reposer。
〃Lo；〃 thus sche seide； 〃John Gower；
Now thou art ate laste cast；
This have I for thin ese cast； 2910
That thou nomore of love sieche。
Bot my will is that thou besieche
And preie hierafter for the pes；
And that thou make a plein reles
To love； which takth litel hiede
Of olde men upon the nede；
Whan that the lustes ben aweie：
Forthi to thee nys bot o weie；
In which let reson be thi guide；
For he may sone himself misguide； 2920
That seth noght the peril tofore。
Mi Sone； be wel war therfore；
And kep the sentence of my lore
And tarie thou mi Court nomore；
Bot go ther vertu moral duelleth；
Wher ben thi bokes； as men telleth；
Whiche of long time thou hast write。
For this I do thee wel to wite；
If thou thin hele wolt pourchace；
Thou miht noght make suite and chace； 2930
Wher that the game is nought pernable；
It were a thing unresonable；
A man to be so overseie。
Forthi tak hiede of that I seie；
For in the lawe of my comune
We be noght schape to comune；
Thiself and I； nevere after this。
Now have y seid al that ther is
Of love as for thi final ende：
Adieu； for y mot fro the wende。〃 2940
And with that word al sodeinly；
Enclosid in a sterred sky；
Venus； which is the qweene of love；
Was take in to hire place above；
More wiste y nought wher sche becam。
And thus my leve of hire y nam；
And forth with al the same tide
Hire prest； which wolde nought abide；
Or be me lief or be me loth；
Out of my sighte forth he goth； 2950
And y was left with outen helpe。
So wiste I nought wher of to yelpe；
Bot only that y hadde lore
My time； and was sori ther fore。
And thus bewhapid in my thought；
Whan al was turnyd in to nought；
I stod amasid for a while；
And in my self y gan to smyle
Thenkende uppon the bedis blake；
And how they weren me betake； 2960
For that y schulde bidde and preie。
And whanne y sigh non othre weie
Bot only that y was refusid；
Unto the lif which y hadde usid
I thoughte nevere torne ayein：
And in this wise； soth to seyn；
Homward a softe pas y wente；
Wher that with al myn hol entente
Uppon the point that y am schryve
I thenke bidde whil y live。 2970
He which withinne daies sevene
This large world forth with the hevene
Of his eternal providence
Hath mad； and thilke intelligence
In mannys soule resonable
Hath schape to be perdurable；
Wherof the man of his feture
Above alle erthli creature
Aftir the soule is immortal；
To thilke lord in special； 2980
As he which is of alle thinges
The creatour； and of the kynges
Hath the fortunes uppon honde；
His grace and mercy forto fonde
Uppon my bare knes y preie；
That he this lond in siker weie
Wol sette uppon good governance。
For if men takyn remembrance
What is to live in unite；
Ther ys no staat in his degree 2990
That noughte to desire pes；
With outen which； it is no les；
To seche and loke in to the laste；
Ther may no worldes joye laste。
Ferst forto loke the Clergie；
Hem oughte wel to justefie
Thing which belongith to here cure；
As forto praie and to procure
Oure pes toward the hevene above；
And ek to sette reste and love 3000
Among ous on this erthe hiere。
For if they wroughte in this manere
Aftir the reule of charite；
I hope that men schuldyn se
This lond amende。 And ovyr this；
To seche and loke how that it is
Touchende of the chevalerie；
Which forto loke； in som partie
Is worthi forto be comendid；
And in som part to ben amendid； 3010
That of here large retenue
The lond is ful of maintenue；
Which causith that the comune right
In fewe contrees stant upright。
Extorcioun； contekt； ravine
Withholde ben of that covyne；
Aldai men hierin gret compleignte
Of the desease； of the constreignte；
Wher of the poeple is sore oppressid：
God graunte it mote be redressid。 3020
For of knyghthode thordre wolde
That thei defende and kepe scholde
The comun right and the fraunchise
Of holy cherche in alle wise；
So that no wikke man it dere；
And ther fore servith scheld and spere：
Bot for it goth now other weie；
Oure grace goth the more aweie。
And forto lokyn ovyrmore；
Wher of the poeple pleigneth sore； 3030
Toward the lawis of oure lond；
Men sein that trouthe hath broke his bond
And with brocage is goon aweie；
So that no man can se the weie
Wher forto fynde rightwisnesse。
And if men sechin sikernesse
Uppon the lucre of marchandie；
Compassement and tricherie
Of singuler profit to wynne；
Men seyn； is cause of mochil synne； 3040
And namely of divisioun；
Which many a noble worthi toun
Fro welthe and fro prosperite
Hath brought to gret adversite。
So were it good to ben al on；
For mechil grace ther uppon
Unto the Citees schulde falle；
Which myghte availle to ous alle；
If these astatz amendid were；
So that the vertus stodyn there 3050
And that the vices were aweie：
Me thenkth y dorste thanne seie；
This londis grace schulde arise。
Bot yit to loke in othre wise；
Ther is a stat； as ye schul hiere；
Above alle othre on erthe hiere；
Which hath the lond in his balance：
To him belongith the leiance
Of Clerk； of knyght； of man of lawe；
Undir his hond al is forth drawe 3060
The marchant and the laborer；
So stant it al in his power
Or forto spille or forto save。
Bot though that he such power have；
And that his myghtes ben so large；
He hath hem nought withouten charge；
To which that every kyng ys swore：
So were it good that he ther fore
First un to rightwisnesse entende；
Wherof that he hym self amende 3070
Toward his god and leve vice；
Which is the chief of his office；
And aftir al the remenant
He schal uppon his covenant
Governe and lede in such a wise；
So that ther be no tirandise；
Wherof that he his poeple grieve；
Or ellis may he nought achieve
That longith to his regalie。
For if a kyng wol justifie 3080
His lond and hem that beth withynne；
First at hym self he mot begynne；
To kepe and reule his owne astat；
That in hym self be no debat
Toward his god： for othre wise
Ther may non erthly kyng suffise
Of his kyngdom the folk to lede；
Bot he the kyng of hevene drede。
For what kyng sett hym uppon pride
And takth his lust on every side 3090
And wil nought go the righte weie；
Though god his grace caste aweie
No wondir is； for ate laste
He schal wel wite it mai nought laste；
The pompe which he secheth here。
Bot what kyng that with humble chere
Aftir the lawe of god eschuieth
The vices； and the vertus suieth；
His grace schal be suffisant
To governe al the remenant 3100
Which longith to his duite；
So that in his prosperite
The poeple schal nought ben oppressid；
Wherof his name schal be blessid；
For evere and be memorial。
And now to speke as in final；
Touchende that y undirtok
In englesch forto make a book
Which stant betwene ernest and game；
I have it maad as thilke same 3110
Which axe forto ben excusid；
And that my bok be nought refusid
Of lered men； whan thei it se；
For lak of curiosite：
For thilke scole of eloquence
Belongith nought to my science；
Uppon the forme of rethoriqe
My wordis forto peinte and pike；
As Tullius som tyme wrot。
Bot this y knowe and this y wot； 3120
That y have do my trewe peyne
With rude wordis and with pleyne；
In al that evere y couthe and myghte；
This bok to write as y behighte；
So as siknesse it soffre wolde；
And also for my daies olde；
That y am feble and impotent；
I wot nought how the world ys went。
So preye y to my lordis alle
Now in myn age； how so befalle； 3130
That y mot stonden in here grace：
For though me lacke to purchace
Here worthi thonk as by decerte；
Yit the symplesse of my poverte
Desireth forto do plesance
To hem undir whos governance
I hope siker to abide。
But now uppon my laste tide
That y this book have maad and write；
My muse doth me forto wite； 3140
And seith it schal be for my beste
Fro this day forth to