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His worthi wif in good astat：
And thus was cessed the debat 230
Of love； and Slowthe was excused；
Which doth gret harm； where it is used；
And hindreth many a cause honeste。
For of the grete Clerc Grossteste
I rede how besy that he was
Upon clergie an Hed of bras
To forge； and make it forto telle
Of suche thinges as befelle。
And sevene yeres besinesse
He leyde； bot for the lachesse 240
Of half a Minut of an houre；
Fro ferst that he began laboure
He loste all that he hadde do。
And otherwhile it fareth so；
In loves cause who is slow；
That he withoute under the wow
Be nyhte stant fulofte acold；
Which mihte； if that he hadde wold
His time kept； have be withinne。
Bot Slowthe mai no profit winne； 250
Bot he mai singe in his karole
How Latewar cam to the Dole；
Wher he no good receive mihte。
And that was proved wel be nyhte
Whilom of the Maidenes fyve；
Whan thilke lord cam forto wyve：
For that here oyle was aweie
To lihte here lampes in his weie；
Here Slowthe broghte it so aboute；
Fro him that thei ben schet withoute。 260
Wherof； my Sone； be thou war；
Als ferforth as I telle dar。
For love moste ben awaited：
And if thou be noght wel affaited
In love to eschuie Slowthe；
Mi Sone； forto telle trowthe；
Thou miht noght of thiself ben able
To winne love or make it stable；
All thogh thou mihtest love achieve。
Mi fader； that I mai wel lieve。 270
Bot me was nevere assigned place；
Wher yit to geten eny grace；
Ne me was non such time apointed；
For thanne I wolde I were unjoynted
Of every lime that I have；
If I ne scholde kepe and save
Min houre bothe and ek my stede；
If my ladi it hadde bede。
Bot sche is otherwise avised
Than grante such a time assised； 280
And natheles of mi lachesse
Ther hath be no defalte I gesse
Of time lost； if that I mihte：
Bot yit hire liketh noght alyhte
Upon no lure which I caste；
For ay the more I crie faste；
The lasse hire liketh forto hiere。
So forto speke of this matiere；
I seche that I mai noght finde；
I haste and evere I am behinde； 290
And wot noght what it mai amounte。
Bot； fader； upon myn acompte；
Which ye be sett to examine
Of Schrifte after the discipline；
Sey what your beste conseil is。
Mi Sone； my conseil is this：
Hou so it stonde of time go；
Do forth thi besinesse so；
That no Lachesce in the be founde：
For Slowthe is mihti to confounde 300
The spied of every mannes werk。
For many a vice； as seith the clerk；
Ther hongen upon Slowthes lappe
Of suche as make a man mishappe；
To pleigne and telle of hadde I wist。
And therupon if that thee list
To knowe of Slowthes cause more；
In special yit overmore
Ther is a vice full grevable
To him which is therof coupable； 310
And stant of alle vertu bare；
Hierafter as I schal declare。
Touchende of Slowthe in his degre；
Ther is yit Pusillamite；
Which is to seie in this langage；
He that hath litel of corage
And dar no mannes werk beginne：
So mai he noght be resoun winne；
For who that noght dar undertake；
Be riht he schal no profit take。 320
Bot of this vice the nature
Dar nothing sette in aventure；
Him lacketh bothe word and dede；
Wherof he scholde his cause spede：
He woll no manhed understonde；
For evere he hath drede upon honde：
Al is peril that he schal seie；
Him thenkth the wolf is in the weie；
And of ymaginacioun
He makth his excusacioun 330
And feigneth cause of pure drede；
And evere he faileth ate nede；
Til al be spilt that he with deleth。
He hath the sor which noman heleth；
The which is cleped lack of herte；
Thogh every grace aboute him sterte；
He wol noght ones stere his fot；
So that be resoun lese he mot；
That wol noght auntre forto winne。
And so forth； Sone； if we beginne 340
To speke of love and his servise；
Ther ben truantz in such a wise；
That lacken herte； whan best were
To speke of love； and riht for fere
Thei wexen doumb and dar noght telle；
Withoute soun as doth the belle；
Which hath no claper forto chyme；
And riht so thei as for the tyme
Ben herteles withoute speche
Of love； and dar nothing beseche； 350
And thus thei lese and winne noght。
Forthi； my Sone； if thou art oght
Coupable as touchende of this Slowthe；
Schrif thee therof and tell me trowthe。
Mi fader； I am al beknowe
That I have ben on of tho slowe；
As forto telle in loves cas。
Min herte is yit and evere was；
As thogh the world scholde al tobreke；
So ferful； that I dar noght speke 360
Of what pourpos that I have nome；
Whan I toward mi ladi come；
Bot let it passe and overgo。
Mi Sone； do nomore so：
For after that a man poursuieth
To love； so fortune suieth；
Fulofte and yifth hire happi chance
To him which makth continuance
To preie love and to beseche；
As be ensample I schal thee teche。 370
I finde hou whilom ther was on；
Whos name was Pymaleon；
Which was a lusti man of yowthe：
The werkes of entaile he cowthe
Above alle othre men as tho；
And thurgh fortune it fell him so；
As he whom love schal travaile；
He made an ymage of entaile
Lich to a womman in semblance
Of feture and of contienance； 380
So fair yit nevere was figure。
Riht as a lyves creature
Sche semeth； for of yvor whyt
He hath hire wroght of such delit；
That sche was rody on the cheke
And red on bothe hire lippes eke；
Wherof that he himself beguileth。
For with a goodly lok sche smyleth；
So that thurgh pure impression
Of his ymaginacion 390
With al the herte of his corage
His love upon this faire ymage
He sette； and hire of love preide；
Bot sche no word ayeinward seide。
The longe day； what thing he dede；
This ymage in the same stede
Was evere bi； that ate mete
He wolde hire serve and preide hire ete；
And putte unto hire mowth the cuppe；
And whan the bord was taken uppe； 400
He hath hire into chambre nome；
And after； whan the nyht was come；
He leide hire in his bed al nakid。
He was forwept； he was forwakid；
He keste hire colde lippes ofte；
And wissheth that thei weren softe；
And ofte he rouneth in hire Ere；
And ofte his arm now hier now there
He leide； as he hir wolde embrace；
And evere among he axeth grace； 410
As thogh sche wiste what he mente：
And thus himself he gan tormente
With such desese of loves peine；
That noman mihte him more peine。
Bot how it were； of his penance
He made such continuance
Fro dai to nyht； and preith so longe；
That his preiere is underfonge；
Which Venus of hire grace herde；
Be nyhte and whan that he worst ferde； 420
And it lay in his nakede arm；
The colde ymage he fieleth warm
Of fleissh and bon and full of lif。
Lo； thus he wan a lusti wif；
Which obeissant was at his wille；
And if he wolde have holde him stille
And nothing spoke； he scholde have failed：
Bot for he hath his word travailed
And dorste speke； his love he spedde；
And hadde al that he wolde abedde。 430
For er thei wente thanne atwo；
A knave child betwen hem two
Thei gete； which was after hote
Paphus； of whom yit hath the note
A certein yle； which Paphos
Men clepe； and of his name it ros。
Be this ensample thou miht finde
That word mai worche above kinde。
Forthi； my Sone； if that thou spare
To speke； lost is al thi fare； 440
For Slowthe bringth in alle wo。
And over this to loke also；
The god of love is favorable
To hem that ben of love stable；
And many a wonder hath befalle：
Wherof to speke amonges alle；
If that thee list to taken hede；
Therof a solein tale I rede；
Which I schal telle in remembraunce
Upon the sort of loves chaunce。 450
The king Ligdus upon a strif
Spak unto Thelacuse his wif；
Which thanne was with childe grete；
He swor it scholde noght be lete；
That if sche have a dowhter bore；
That it ne scholde be forlore
And slain； wherof sche sory was。
So it befell upon this cas；
Whan sche delivered scholde be；
Isis be nyhte in privete； 460
Which of childinge is the goddesse；
Cam forto helpe in that destresse；
Til that this lady was al smal；
And hadde a dowhter forth withal；
Which the goddesse in alle weie
Bad kepe； and that thei scholden seie
It were a Sone： and thus Iphis
Thei namede him； and upon this
The fader was mad so to wene。
And thus in chambre with the qweene 470
This Iphis was forthdrawe tho；
And clothed and arraied so
Riht as a kinges Sone scholde。
Til after； as f