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 doth his grace in fewe stedes：
And what man that foryet himselve；
Among a thousand be noght tuelve； 720
That wol him take in remembraunce；
Bot lete him falle and take his chaunce。
Forthi pull up a besi herte；
Mi Sone； and let nothing asterte
Of love fro thi besinesse：
For touchinge of foryetelnesse；
Which many a love hath set behinde；
A tale of gret ensample I finde；
Wherof it is pite to wite
In the manere as it is write。 730
King Demephon； whan he be Schipe
To Troieward with felaschipe
Sailende goth； upon his weie
It hapneth him at Rodopeie；
As Eolus him hadde blowe；
To londe； and rested for a throwe。
And fell that ilke time thus；
The dowhter of Ligurgius；
Which qweene was of the contre；
Was sojournende in that Cite 740
Withinne a Castell nyh the stronde；
Wher Demephon cam up to londe。
Phillis sche hihte； and of yong age
And of stature and of visage
Sche hadde al that hire best besemeth。
Of Demephon riht wel hire qwemeth；
Whan he was come； and made him chiere；
And he； that was of his manere
A lusti knyht； ne myhte asterte
That he ne sette on hire his herte； 750
So that withinne a day or tuo
He thoghte； how evere that it go；
He wolde assaie the fortune；
And gan his herte to commune
With goodly wordes in hire Ere；
And forto put hire out of fere；
He swor and hath his trowthe pliht
To be for evere hire oghne knyht。
And thus with hire he stille abod；
Ther while his Schip on Anker rod； 760
And hadde ynowh of time and space
To speke of love and seche grace。
This ladi herde al that he seide；
And hou he swor and hou he preide；
Which was as an enchantement
To hire； that was innocent：
As thogh it were trowthe and feith；
Sche lieveth al that evere he seith；
And as hire infortune scholde；
Sche granteth him al that he wolde。 770
Thus was he for the time in joie；
Til that he scholde go to Troie；
Bot tho sche made mochel sorwe；
And he his trowthe leith to borwe
To come； if that he live may；
Ayein withinne a Monthe day；
And therupon thei kisten bothe：
Bot were hem lieve or were hem lothe；
To Schipe he goth and forth he wente
To Troie； as was his ferste entente。 780
The daies gon； the Monthe passeth；
Hire love encresceth and his lasseth；
For him sche lefte slep and mete；
And he his time hath al foryete；
So that this wofull yonge qweene；
Which wot noght what it mihte meene；
A lettre sende and preide him come；
And seith how sche is overcome
With strengthe of love in such a wise；
That sche noght longe mai suffise 790
To liven out of his presence；
And putte upon his conscience
The trowthe which he hath behote；
Wherof sche loveth him so hote；
Sche seith； that if he lengere lette
Of such a day as sche him sette；
Sche scholde sterven in his Slowthe；
Which were a schame unto his trowthe。
This lettre is forth upon hire sonde；
Wherof somdiel confort on honde 800
Sche tok； as she that wolde abide
And waite upon that ilke tyde
Which sche hath in hire lettre write。
Bot now is pite forto wite；
As he dede erst； so he foryat
His time eftsone and oversat。
Bot sche； which mihte noght do so；
The tyde awayteth everemo；
And caste hire yhe upon the See：
Somtime nay； somtime yee； 810
Somtime he cam； somtime noght；
Thus sche desputeth in hire thoght
And wot noght what sche thenke mai；
Bot fastende al the longe day
Sche was into the derke nyht；
And tho sche hath do set up lyht
In a lanterne on hih alofte
Upon a Tour； wher sche goth ofte；
In hope that in his cominge
He scholde se the liht brenninge； 820
Wherof he mihte his weies rihte
To come wher sche was be nyhte。
Bot al for noght； sche was deceived；
For Venus hath hire hope weyved；
And schewede hire upon the Sky
How that the day was faste by；
So that withinne a litel throwe
The daies lyht sche mihte knowe。
Tho sche behield the See at large；
And whan sche sih ther was no barge 830
Ne Schip； als ferr as sche may kenne；
Doun fro the Tour sche gan to renne
Into an Herber all hire one；
Wher many a wonder woful mone
Sche made； that no lif it wiste；
As sche which all hire joie miste；
That now sche swouneth； now sche pleigneth；
And al hire face sche desteigneth
With teres； whiche； as of a welle
The stremes； from hire yhen felle； 840
So as sche mihte and evere in on
Sche clepede upon Demephon；
And seide； 〃Helas； thou slowe wiht；
Wher was ther evere such a knyht；
That so thurgh his ungentilesce
Of Slowthe and of foryetelnesse
Ayein his trowthe brak his stevene？〃
And tho hire yhe up to the hevene
Sche caste； and seide； 〃O thou unkinde；
Hier schalt thou thurgh thi Slowthe finde； 850
If that thee list to come and se；
A ladi ded for love of thee；
So as I schal myselve spille；
Whom； if it hadde be thi wille；
Thou mihtest save wel ynowh。〃
With that upon a grene bowh
A Ceinte of Selk； which sche ther hadde；
Sche knette； and so hireself sche ladde；
That sche aboute hire whyte swere
It dede； and hyng hirselven there。 860
Wherof the goddes were amoeved；
And Demephon was so reproeved；
That of the goddes providence
Was schape such an evidence
Evere afterward ayein the slowe；
That Phillis in the same throwe
Was schape into a Notetre；
That alle men it mihte se；
And after Phillis Philliberd
This tre was cleped in the yerd； 870
And yit for Demephon to schame
Into this dai it berth the name。
This wofull chance how that it ferde
Anon as Demephon it herde；
And every man it hadde in speche；
His sorwe was noght tho to seche；
He gan his Slowthe forto banne；
Bot it was al to late thanne。
Lo thus； my Sone； miht thou wite
Ayein this vice how it is write； 880
For noman mai the harmes gesse；
That fallen thurgh foryetelnesse；
Wherof that I thi schrifte have herd。
Bot yit of Slowthe hou it hath ferd
In other wise I thenke oppose；
If thou have gult； as I suppose。
Fulfild of Slowthes essamplaire
Ther is yit on； his Secretaire；
And he is cleped Negligence：
Which wol noght loke his evidence； 890
Wherof he mai be war tofore；
Bot whanne he hath his cause lore；
Thanne is he wys after the hond：
Whanne helpe may no maner bond；
Thanne ate ferste wolde