So hath your beautè fro your herte chaced Pitee, that me ne availeth not to pleyne. 20 Allas! that nature hath in yow compassed So greet beauté, that no man may atteyne Sin I fro Love escaped am so fat, I never thenk to ben in his prison lene; Sin I am free, I counte him not a bene. He may answere, and seye this or that; 30 I do no fors, I speke right as I mene. Sin I fro Love escaped am so fat, I never thenk to ben in his prison lene. Love hath my name y-strike out of his sclat, And he is strike out of my bokes clene 35 For ever-mo; +ther is non other mene. Sin I fro Love escaped am so fat, I never thenk to ben in his prison lene; Sin I am free, I counte him not a bene. 39 Tempest thee noght al croked to redresse, Daunte thy-self, that dauntest otheres dede; That thee is sent, receyve in buxumnesse, The wrastling for this worlde axeth a fal. 16 Her nis non hoom, her nis but wilder nesse : Forth, pilgrim, forth! Forth, beste, out of thy stal! Know thy contree, look up, thank God of al; Hold the hye wey, and lat thy gost thee lede: 20 And trouthe shal delivere, hit is no drede. Envoy. Therfore, thou vache, leve thyn old wrecchednesse 25 Unto the worlde; leve now to be thral; 27 And trouthe shal delivere, hit is no drede. And trouthe shal delivere, hit is no drede. Explicit Le bon counseill de G. Chaucer. Sou tyme this world was so stedfast and stable, That mannes word was obligacioun, What maketh this world to be so variable, nesse, That al is lost, for lak of stedfastnesse? Trouthe is put doun, resoun is holden fable; 15 And wed thy folk agein to stedfastnesse. Explicit. |