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So that halfdrunke in such a res
With dreie mouth he sterte him uppe；
And seith； 〃Nou baillez a the cuppe。〃 60
That made him lese his wit at eve
Is thanne a morwe al his beleve；
The cuppe is al that evere him pleseth；
And also that him most deseseth；
It is the cuppe whom he serveth；
Which alle cares fro him kerveth
And alle bales to him bringeth：
In joie he wepth； in sorwe he singeth；
For Dronkeschipe is so divers；
It may no whyle stonde in vers。 70
He drinkth the wyn； bot ate laste
The wyn drynkth him and bint him faste；
And leith him drunke be the wal；
As him which is his bonde thral
And al in his subjeccion。
And lich to such condicion；
As forto speke it other wise；
It falleth that the moste wise
Ben otherwhile of love adoted；
And so bewhaped and assoted； 80
Of drunke men that nevere yit
Was non； which half so loste his wit
Of drinke； as thei of such thing do
Which cleped is the jolif wo；
And waxen of here oghne thoght
So drunke； that thei knowe noght
What reson is； or more or lesse。
Such is the kinde of that sieknesse；
And that is noght for lacke of brain；
Bot love is of so gret a main； 90
That where he takth an herte on honde；
Ther mai nothing his miht withstonde：
The wise Salomon was nome；
And stronge Sampson overcome；
The knihtli David him ne mihte
Rescoue； that he with the sihte
Of Bersabee ne was bestad；
Virgile also was overlad；
And Aristotle was put under。
Forthi； mi Sone； it is no wonder 100
If thou be drunke of love among；
Which is above alle othre strong：
And if so is that thou so be；
Tell me thi Schrifte in privite；
It is no schame of such a thew
A yong man to be dronkelew。
Of such Phisique I can a part；
And as me semeth be that art；
Thou scholdest be Phisonomie
Be schapen to that maladie 110
Of lovedrunke； and that is routhe。
Ha； holi fader； al is trouthe
That ye me telle： I am beknowe
That I with love am so bethrowe；
And al myn herte is so thurgh sunke；
That I am verrailiche drunke；
And yit I mai bothe speke and go。
Bot I am overcome so；
And torned fro miself so clene；
That ofte I wot noght what I mene； 120
So that excusen I ne mai
Min herte； fro the ferste day
That I cam to mi ladi kiththe；
I was yit sobre nevere siththe。
Wher I hire se or se hire noght；
With musinge of min oghne thoght；
Of love； which min herte assaileth；
So drunke I am； that mi wit faileth
And al mi brain is overtorned；
And mi manere so mistorned； 130
That I foryete al that I can
And stonde lich a mased man；
That ofte； whanne I scholde pleie；
It makth me drawe out of the weie
In soulein place be miselve；
As doth a labourer to delve；
Which can no gentil mannes chere；
Or elles as a lewed Frere；
Whan he is put to his penance；
Riht so lese I mi contienance。 140
And if it nedes to betyde；
That I in compainie abyde；
Wher as I moste daunce and singe
The hovedance and carolinge；
Or forto go the newefot；
I mai noght wel heve up mi fot；
If that sche be noght in the weie；
For thanne is al mi merthe aweie；
And waxe anon of thoght so full；
Wherof mi limes ben so dull； 150
I mai unethes gon the pas。
For thus it is and evere was；
Whanne I on suche thoghtes muse；
The lust and merthe that men use；
Whan I se noght mi ladi byme；
Al is foryete for the time
So ferforth that mi wittes changen
And alle lustes fro me strangen；
That thei seie alle trewely；
And swere； that it am noght I。 160
For as the man which ofte drinketh；
With win that in his stomac sinketh
Wext drunke and witles for a throwe；
Riht so mi lust is overthrowe；
And of myn oghne thoght so mat
I wexe； that to myn astat
Ther is no lime wol me serve；
Bot as a drunke man I swerve；
And suffre such a Passion；
That men have gret compassion； 170
And everich be himself merveilleth
What thing it is that me so eilleth。
Such is the manere of mi wo
Which time that I am hire fro；
Til eft ayein that I hire se。
Bot thanne it were a nycete
To telle you hou that I fare：
For whanne I mai upon hire stare；
Hire wommanhede； hire gentilesse；
Myn herte is full of such gladnesse； 180
That overpasseth so mi wit；
That I wot nevere where it sit；
Bot am so drunken of that sihte；
Me thenkth that for the time I mihte
Riht sterte thurgh the hole wall；
And thanne I mai wel； if I schal；
Bothe singe and daunce and lepe aboute；
And holde forth the lusti route。
Bot natheles it falleth so
Fulofte； that I fro hire go 190
Ne mai； bot as it were a stake；
I stonde avisement to take
And loke upon hire faire face；
That for the while out of the place
For al the world ne myhte I wende。
Such lust comth thanne unto mi mende；
So that withoute mete or drinke；
Of lusti thoughtes whiche I thinke
Me thenkth I mihte stonden evere；
And so it were to me levere 200
Than such a sihte forto leve；
If that sche wolde yif me leve
To have so mochel of mi wille。
And thus thenkende I stonde stille
Withoute blenchinge of myn yhe；
Riht as me thoghte that I syhe
Of Paradis the moste joie：
And so therwhile I me rejoie；
Into myn herte a gret desir；
The which is hotere than the fyr； 210
Al soudeinliche upon me renneth；
That al mi thoght withinne brenneth；
And am so ferforth overcome；
That I not where I am become；
So that among the hetes stronge
In stede of drinke I underfonge
A thoght so swete in mi corage；
That nevere Pyment ne vernage
Was half so swete forto drinke。
For as I wolde； thanne I thinke 220
As thogh I were at myn above；
For so thurgh drunke I am of love；
That al that mi sotye demeth
Is soth； as thanne it to me semeth。
And whyle I mai tho thoghtes kepe；
Me thenkth as thogh I were aslepe
And that I were in goddes barm；
Bot whanne I se myn oghne harm；
And that I soudeinliche awake
Out of my thought； and hiede take 230
Hou that the sothe stant in dede；
Thanne is mi sekernesse in drede
And joie torned into wo；
So that the hete is al ago
Of such sotie as I was inne。
And thanne ayeinward I beginne
To take of love a newe thorst；
The which me grieveth altherworst；
For thanne comth the blanche fievere；
With chele and makth me so to chievere； 240
And so it coldeth at myn herte；
That wonder is hou I asterte；
In such a point that I ne deie：
For certes ther was nevere keie
Ne frosen ys upon the wal
More inly cold that I am al。
And thus soffre I the hote chele；
Which passeth othre peines fele；
In cold I brenne and frese in hete：
And thanne I drinke a biter swete 250
With dreie lippe and yhen wete。
Lo； thus I tempre mi diete；
And take a drauhte of such reles；
That al mi wit is herteles；
And al myn herte； ther it sit；
Is； as who seith； withoute wit；
So that to prove it be reson
In makinge of comparison
Ther mai no difference be
Betwen a drunke man and me。 260
Bot al the worste of everychon
Is evere that I thurste in on；
The more that myn herte drinketh；
The more I may； so that me thinketh；
My thurst schal nevere ben aqueint。
God schilde that I be noght dreint
Of such a superfluite：
For wel I fiele in mi degre
That al mi wit is overcast；
Wherof I am the more agast； 270
That in defaulte of ladischipe
Per chance in such a drunkeschipe
I mai be ded er I be war。
For certes； fader； this I dar
Beknowe and in mi schrifte telle：
Bot I a drauhte have of that welle；
In which mi deth is and mi lif；
Mi joie is torned into strif；
That sobre schal I nevere worthe；
Bot as a drunke man forworthe； 280
So that in londe where I fare
The lust is lore of mi welfare；
As he that mai no bote finde。
Bot this me thenkth a wonder kinde；
As I am drunke of that I drinke；
So am I ek for falte of drinke；
Of which I finde no reles：
Bot if I myhte natheles
Of such a drinke as I coveite；
So as me liste； have o receite； 290
I scholde assobre and fare wel。
Bot so fortune upon hire whiel
On hih me deigneth noght to sette；
For everemore I finde a lette：
The boteler is noght mi frend；
Which hath the keie be the bend；
I mai wel wisshe and that is wast；
For wel I wot； so freissh a tast；
Bot if mi grace be the more；
I schal assaie neveremore。 300
Thus am I drunke of that I se；
For tastinge is defended me；
And I can noght miselven stanche：
So that； mi fader； of this branche
I am gultif； to telle trouthe。
Mi Sone； that me thenketh r