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Til that the Regne al overthrowe：
And thus may every man wel knowe； 970
Division aboven alle
Is thing which makth the world to falle；
And evere hath do sith it began。
It may ferst proeve upon a man；
The which； for his complexioun
Is mad upon divisioun
Of cold； of hot； of moist； of drye；
He mot be verray kynde dye：
For the contraire of his astat
Stant evermore in such debat； 980
Til that o part be overcome；
Ther may no final pes be nome。
Bot other wise； if a man were
Mad al togedre of o matiere
Withouten interrupcioun；
Ther scholde no corrupcioun
Engendre upon that unite：
Bot for ther is diversite
Withinne himself； he may noght laste；
That he ne deieth ate laste。 990
Bot in a man yit over this
Full gret divisioun ther is；
Thurgh which that he is evere in strif；
Whil that him lasteth eny lif：
The bodi and the Soule also
Among hem ben divided so；
That what thing that the body hateth
The soule loveth and debateth；
Bot natheles fulofte is sene
Of werre which is hem betwene 1000
The fieble hath wonne the victoire。
And who so drawth into memoire
What hath befalle of old and newe；
He may that werre sore rewe；
Which ferst began in Paradis：
For ther was proeved what it is；
And what desese there it wroghte；
For thilke werre tho forth broghte
The vice of alle dedly Sinne；
Thurgh which division cam inne 1010
Among the men in erthe hiere；
And was the cause and the matiere
Why god the grete flodes sende；
Of al the world and made an ende
Bot Noe5 with his felaschipe；
Which only weren saulf be Schipe。
And over that thurgh Senne it com
That Nembrot such emprise nom；
Whan he the Tour Babel on heihte
Let make； as he that wolde feihte 1020
Ayein the hihe goddes myht；
Wherof divided anon ryht
Was the langage in such entente；
Ther wiste non what other mente；
So that thei myhten noght procede。
And thus it stant of every dede；
Wher Senne takth the cause on honde；
It may upriht noght longe stonde；
For Senne of his condicioun
Is moder of divisioun 1030
And tokne whan the world schal faile。
For so seith Crist withoute faile；
That nyh upon the worldes ende
Pes and acord awey schol wende
And alle charite schal cesse；
Among the men and hate encresce；
And whan these toknes ben befalle；
Al sodeinly the Ston schal falle；
As Daniel it hath beknowe；
Which al this world schal overthrowe； 1040
And every man schal thanne arise
To Joie or elles to Juise；
Wher that he schal for evere dwelle；
Or straght to hevene or straght to helle。
In hevene is pes and al acord；
Bot helle is full of such descord
That ther may be no loveday：
Forthi good is； whil a man may；
Echon to sette pes with other
And loven as his oghne brother； 1050
So may he winne worldes welthe
And afterward his soule helthe。
Bot wolde god that now were on
An other such as Arion；
Which hadde an harpe of such temprure；
And therto of so good mesure
He song； that he the bestes wilde
Made of his note tame and milde；
The Hinde in pes with the Leoun；
The Wolf in pes with the Moltoun； 1060
The Hare in pees stod with the Hound；
And every man upon this ground
Which Arion that time herde；
Als wel the lord as the schepherde；
He broghte hem alle in good acord；
So that the comun with the lord；
And lord with the comun also；
He sette in love bothe tuo
And putte awey malencolie。
That was a lusti melodie； 1070
Whan every man with other low；
And if ther were such on now；
Which cowthe harpe as he tho dede；
He myhte availe in many a stede
To make pes wher now is hate；
For whan men thenken to debate；
I not what other thing is good。
Bot wher that wisdom waxeth wod；
And reson torneth into rage；
So that mesure upon oultrage 1080
Hath set his world； it is to drede；
For that bringth in the comun drede；
Which stant at every mannes Dore：
Bot whan the scharpnesse of the spore
The horse side smit to sore；
It grieveth ofte。 And now nomore；
As forto speke of this matiere；
Which non bot only god may stiere。
Explicit Prologus
Incipit Liber Primus
Naturatus amor nature legibus orbem
Subdit； et vnanimes concitat esse feras：
Huius enim mundi Princeps amor esse videtur；
Cuius eget diues； pauper et omnis ope。
Sunt in agone pares amor et fortuna； que cecas
Plebis ad insidias vertit vterque rotas。
Est amor egra salus； vexata quies； pius error；
Bellica pax； vulnus dulce； suaue malum。
I may noght strecche up to the hevene
Min hand； ne setten al in evene
This world； which evere is in balance：
It stant noght in my sufficance
So grete thinges to compasse；
Bot I mot lete it overpasse
And treten upon othre thinges。
Forthi the Stile of my writinges
Fro this day forth I thenke change
And speke of thing is noght so strange； 10
Which every kinde hath upon honde；
And wherupon the world mot stonde；
And hath don sithen it began；
And schal whil ther is any man；
And that is love； of which I mene
To trete； as after schal be sene。
In which ther can noman him reule；
For loves lawe is out of reule；
That of tomoche or of tolite
Welnyh is every man to wyte； 20
And natheles ther is noman
In al this world so wys； that can
Of love tempre the mesure；
Bot as it falth in aventure：
For wit ne strengthe may noght helpe；
And he which elles wolde him yelpe
Is rathest throwen under fote；
Ther can no wiht therof do bote。
For yet was nevere such covine；
That couthe ordeine a medicine 30
To thing which god in lawe of kinde
Hath set； for ther may noman finde
The rihte salve of such a Sor。
It hath and schal ben everemor
That love is maister wher he wile；
Ther can no lif make other skile；
For wher as evere him lest to sette；
Ther is no myht which him may lette。
Bot what schal fallen ate laste；
The sothe can no wisdom caste； 40
Bot as it falleth upon chance；
For if ther evere was balance
Which of fortune stant governed；
I may wel lieve as I am lerned
That love hath that balance on honde；
Which wol no reson understonde。
For love is blind and may noght se；
Forthi may no certeinete
Be set upon his jugement；
Bot as the whiel aboute went 50
He yifth his graces undeserved；
And fro that man which hath him served
Fulofte he takth aweye his fees；
As he that pleieth ate Dees；
And therupon what schal befalle
He not； til that the chance falle；
Wher he schal lese or he schal winne。
And thus fulofte men beginne；
That if thei wisten what it mente；
Thei wolde change al here entente。 60
And forto proven it is so；
I am miselven on of tho；
Which to this Scole am underfonge。
For it is siththe go noght longe；
As forto speke of this matiere；
I may you telle； if ye woll hiere；
A wonder hap which me befell；
That was to me bothe hard and fell；
Touchende of love and his fortune；
The which me liketh to comune 70
And pleinly forto telle it oute。
To hem that ben lovers aboute
Fro point to point I wol declare
And wryten of my woful care；
Mi wofull day； my wofull chance；
That men mowe take remembrance
Of that thei schall hierafter rede：
For in good feith this wolde I rede；
That every man ensample take
Of wisdom which him is betake； 80
And that he wot of good aprise
To teche it forth； for such emprise
Is forto preise； and therfore I
Woll wryte and schewe al openly
How love and I togedre mette；
Wherof the world ensample fette
Mai after this； whan I am go；
Of thilke unsely jolif wo；
Whos reule stant out of the weie；
Nou glad and nou gladnesse aweie； 90
And yet it may noght be withstonde
For oght that men may understonde。
Upon the point that is befalle
Of love； in which that I am falle；
I thenke telle my matiere：
Now herkne； who that wol it hiere；
Of my fortune how that it ferde。
This enderday； as I forthferde
To walke； as I yow telle may；…
And that was in the Monthe of Maii； 100
Whan every brid hath chose his make
And thenkth his merthes forto make
Of love that he hath achieved；
Bot so was I nothing relieved；
For I was further fro my love
Than Erthe is fro the hevene above；
As forto speke of eny sped：
So wiste I me non other red；
Bot as it were a man forfare
Unto the wode I gan to fare； 110
Noght forto singe with the briddes；
For whanne I was the wode amiddes；
I fond a swote grene pleine；
And