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This Iphis was forthdrawe tho；
And clothed and arraied so
Riht as a kinges Sone scholde。
Til after； as fortune it wolde；
Whan it was of a ten yer age；
Him was betake in mariage
A Duckes dowhter forto wedde；
Which Iante hihte； and ofte abedde
These children leien； sche and sche；
Whiche of on age bothe be。 480
So that withinne time of yeeres；
Togedre as thei ben pleiefieres；
Liggende abedde upon a nyht；
Nature； which doth every wiht
Upon hire lawe forto muse；
Constreigneth hem； so that thei use
Thing which to hem was al unknowe；
Wherof Cupide thilke throwe
Tok pite for the grete love；
And let do sette kinde above； 490
So that hir lawe mai ben used；
And thei upon here lust excused。
For love hateth nothing more
Than thing which stant ayein the lore
Of that nature in kinde hath sett：
Forthi Cupide hath so besett
His grace upon this aventure；
That he acordant to nature；
Whan that he syh the time best；
That ech of hem hath other kest； 500
Transformeth Iphe into a man；
Wherof the kinde love he wan
Of lusti yonge Iante his wif；
And tho thei ladde a merie lif；
Which was to kinde non offence。
And thus to take an evidence；
It semeth love is welwillende
To hem that ben continuende
With besy herte to poursuie
Thing which that is to love due。 510
Wherof； my Sone； in this matiere
Thou miht ensample taken hiere；
That with thi grete besinesse
Thou miht atteigne the richesse
Of love； if that ther be no Slowthe。
I dar wel seie be mi trowthe；
Als fer as I my witt can seche；
Mi fader； as for lacke of speche；
Bot so as I me schrof tofore；
Ther is non other time lore； 520
Wherof ther mihte ben obstacle
To lette love of his miracle；
Which I beseche day and nyht。
Bot； fader； so as it is riht
In forme of schrifte to beknowe
What thing belongeth to the slowe；
Your faderhode I wolde preie；
If ther be forthere eny weie
Touchende unto this ilke vice。
Mi Sone； ye； of this office 530
Ther serveth on in special；
Which lost hath his memorial；
So that he can no wit withholde
In thing which he to kepe is holde；
Wherof fulofte himself he grieveth：
And who that most upon him lieveth；
Whan that hise wittes ben so weyved；
He mai full lihtly be deceived。
To serve Accidie in his office；
Ther is of Slowthe an other vice； 540
Which cleped is Foryetelnesse；
That noght mai in his herte impresse
Of vertu which reson hath sett；
So clene his wittes he foryet。
For in the tellinge of his tale
Nomore his herte thanne his male
Hath remembrance of thilke forme；
Wherof he scholde his wit enforme
As thanne； and yit ne wot he why。
Thus is his pourpos noght forthi 550
Forlore of that he wolde bidde；
And skarsly if he seith the thridde
To love of that he hadde ment：
Thus many a lovere hath be schent。
Tell on therfore； hast thou be oon
Of hem that Slowthe hath so begon？
Ye； fader； ofte it hath be so；
That whanne I am mi ladi fro
And thenke untoward hire drawe；
Than cast I many a newe lawe 560
And al the world torne up so doun；
And so recorde I mi lecoun
And wryte in my memorial
What I to hire telle schal；
Riht al the matiere of mi tale：
Bot al nys worth a note schale；
For whanne I come ther sche is；
I have it al foryete ywiss；
Of that I thoghte forto telle
I can noght thanne unethes spelle 570
That I wende altherbest have rad；
So sore I am of hire adrad。
For as a man that sodeinli
A gost behelde； so fare I；
So that for feere I can noght gete
Mi witt； bot I miself foryete；
That I wot nevere what I am；
Ne whider I schal； ne whenne I cam；
Bot muse as he that were amased。
Lich to the bok in which is rased 580
The lettre； and mai nothing be rad；
So ben my wittes overlad；
That what as evere I thoghte have spoken；
It is out fro myn herte stoken；
And stonde； as who seith； doumb and def；
That all nys worth an yvy lef；
Of that I wende wel have seid。
And ate laste I make abreid；
Caste up myn hed and loke aboute；
Riht as a man that were in doute 590
And wot noght wher he schal become。
Thus am I ofte al overcome；
Ther as I wende best to stonde：
Bot after； whanne I understonde；
And am in other place al one；
I make many a wofull mone
Unto miself； and speke so：
〃Ha fol； wher was thin herte tho；
Whan thou thi worthi ladi syhe？
Were thou afered of hire yhe？ 600
For of hire hand ther is no drede：
So wel I knowe hir wommanhede；
That in hire is nomore oultrage
Than in a child of thre yeer age。
Whi hast thou drede of so good on；
Whom alle vertu hath begon；
That in hire is no violence
Bot goodlihiede and innocence
Withouten spot of eny blame？
Ha； nyce herte； fy for schame＇ 610
Ha； couard herte of love unlered；
Wherof art thou so sore afered；
That thou thi tunge soffrest frese；
And wolt thi goode wordes lese；
Whan thou hast founde time and space？
How scholdest thou deserve grace；
Whan thou thiself darst axe non；
Bot al thou hast foryete anon？〃
And thus despute I loves lore；
Bot help ne finde I noght the more； 620
Bot stomble upon myn oghne treine
And make an ekinge of my peine。
For evere whan I thenke among
How al is on miself along；
I seie； 〃O fol of alle foles；
Thou farst as he betwen tuo stoles
That wolde sitte and goth to grounde。
It was ne nevere schal be founde；
Betwen foryetelnesse and drede
That man scholde any cause spede。〃 630
And thus； myn holi fader diere；
Toward miself； as ye mai hiere；
I pleigne of my foryetelnesse；
Bot elles al the besinesse；
That mai be take of mannes thoght；
Min herte takth； and is thorghsoght
To thenken evere upon that swete
Withoute Slowthe； I you behete。
For what so falle； or wel or wo；
That thoght foryete I neveremo； 640
Wher so I lawhe or so I loure：
Noght half the Minut of an houre
Ne mihte I lete out of my mende；
Bot if I thoghte upon that hende。
Therof me schal no Slowthe lette；
Til deth out of this world me fette；
Althogh I hadde on such a Ring；
As Moises thurgh his enchanting
Som time in Ethiope made；
Whan that he Tharbis weddid hade。 650
Which Ring bar of Oblivion
The name； and that was be resoun
That where it on a finger sat；
Anon his love he so foryat；
As thogh he hadde it nevere knowe：
And so it fell that ilke throwe；
Whan Tharbis hadde it on hire hond；
No knowlechinge of him sche fond；
Bot al was clene out of memoire；
As men mai rede in his histoire； 660
And thus he wente quit away；
That nevere after that ilke day
Sche thoghte that ther was such on；
Al was foryete and overgon。
Bot in good feith so mai noght I：
For sche is evere faste by；
So nyh that sche myn herte toucheth；
That for nothing that Slowthe voucheth
I mai foryete hire； lief ne loth；
For overal； where as sche goth； 670
Min herte folwith hire aboute。
Thus mai I seie withoute doute；
For bet； for wers； for oght； for noght；
Sche passeth nevere fro my thoght；
Bot whanne I am ther as sche is；
Min herte； as I you saide er this；
Som time of hire is sore adrad；
And som time it is overglad；
Al out of reule and out of space。
For whan I se hir goodli face 680
And thenke upon hire hihe pris；
As thogh I were in Paradis；
I am so ravisht of the syhte；
That speke unto hire I ne myhte
As for the time； thogh I wolde：
For I ne mai my wit unfolde
To finde o word of that I mene；
Bot al it is foryete clene；
And thogh I stonde there a myle；
Al is foryete for the while； 690
A tunge I have and wordes none。
And thus I stonde and thenke al one
Of thing that helpeth ofte noght；
Bot what I hadde afore thoght
To speke； whanne I come there；
It is foryete； as noght ne were；
And stonde amased and assoted；
That of nothing which I have noted
I can noght thanne a note singe；
Bot al is out of knowlechinge： 700
Thus； what for joie and what for drede；
Al is foryeten ate nede。
So that； mi fader； of this Slowthe
I have you said the pleine trowthe；
Ye mai it as you list redresce：
For thus stant my foryetelnesse
And ek my pusillamite。
Sey now forth what you list to me；
For I wol only do be you。
Mi Sone； I have wel herd how thou 710
Hast seid； and that thou most amende：
For love his grace wol noght sende
To that man which dar axe non。
For this we knowen everichon；
A mannes thoght withoute speche
God wot； and yit that men beseche
His will is； for withoute bedes
He d