Among the Jewes； as men tolde；
Ther was whilom be daies olde
A noble Duck； which Jepte hihte。
And fell； he scholde go to fyhte
Ayein Amon the cruel king：
And forto speke upon this thing； 1510
Withinne his herte he made avou
To god and seide； 〃Ha lord； if thou
Wolt grante unto thi man victoire；
I schal in tokne of thi memoire
The ferste lif that I mai se；
Of man or womman wher it be；
Anon as I come hom ayein；
To thee； which art god sovereign；
Slen in thi name and sacrifie。〃
And thus with his chivalerie 1520
He goth him forth； wher that he scholde；
And wan al that he winne wolde
And overcam his fomen alle。
Mai noman lette that schal falle。
This Duc a lusti dowhter hadde；
And fame； which the wordes spradde；
Hath broght unto this ladi Ere
How that hire fader hath do there。
Sche waiteth upon his cominge
With dansinge and with carolinge； 1530
As sche that wolde be tofore
Al othre； and so sche was therfore
In Masphat at hir fader gate
The ferste； and whan he com therate；
And sih his douhter； he tobreide
Hise clothes and wepende he seide：
〃O mihti god among ous hiere；
Nou wot I that in no manere
This worldes joie mai be plein。
I hadde al that I coude sein 1540
Ayein mi fomen be thi grace；
So whan I cam toward this place
Ther was non gladdere man than I：
But now； mi lord； al sodeinli
Mi joie is torned into sorwe；
For I mi dowhter schal tomorwe
Tohewe and brenne in thi servise
To loenge of thi sacrifise
Thurgh min avou； so as it is。〃
The Maiden； whan sche wiste of this； 1550
And sih the sorwe hir fader made；
So as sche mai with wordes glade
Conforteth him； and bad him holde
The covenant which he is holde
Towardes god； as he behihte。
Bot natheles hire herte aflihte
Of that sche sih hire deth comende；
And thanne unto the ground knelende
Tofore hir fader sche is falle；
And seith； so as it is befalle 1560
Upon this point that sche schal deie；
Of o thing ferst sche wolde him preie；
That fourty daies of respit
He wolde hir grante upon this plit；
That sche the whyle mai bewepe
Hir maidenhod； which sche to kepe
So longe hath had and noght beset；
Wherof her lusti youthe is let；
That sche no children hath forthdrawe
In Mariage after the lawe； 1570
So that the poeple is noght encressed。
Bot that it mihte be relessed；
That sche hir time hath lore so；
Sche wolde be his leve go
With othre Maidens to compleigne；
And afterward unto the peine
Of deth sche wolde come ayein。
The fader herde his douhter sein；
And therupon of on assent
The Maidens were anon asent； 1580
That scholden with this Maiden wende。
So forto speke unto this ende；
Thei gon the dounes and the dales
With wepinge and with wofull tales；
And every wyht hire maidenhiede
Compleigneth upon thilke nede；
That sche no children hadde bore；
Wherof sche hath hir youthe lore；
Which nevere sche recovere mai：
For so fell that hir laste dai 1590
Was come； in which sche scholde take
Hir deth； which sche may noght forsake。
Lo； thus sche deiede a wofull Maide
For thilke cause which I saide；
As thou hast understonde above。
Mi fader； as toward the Love
Of Maidens forto telle trowthe；
Ye have thilke vice of Slowthe；
Me thenkth； riht wonder wel declared；
That ye the wommen have noght spared 1600
Of hem that tarien so behinde。
Bot yit it falleth in my minde；
Toward the men hou that ye spieke
Of hem that wole no travail sieke
In cause of love upon decerte：
To speke in wordes so coverte；
I not what travaill that ye mente。
Mi Sone； and after min entente
I woll thee telle what I thoghte；
Hou whilom men here loves boghte 1610
Thurgh gret travaill in strange londes；
Wher that thei wroghten with here hondes
Of armes many a worthi dede；
In sondri place as men mai rede。
That every love of pure kinde
Is ferst forthdrawe； wel I finde：
Bot natheles yit overthis
Decerte doth so that it is
The rather had in mani place。
Forthi who secheth loves grace； 1620
Wher that these worthi wommen are；
He mai noght thanne himselve spare
Upon his travail forto serve；
Wherof that he mai thonk deserve；
There as these men of Armes be；
Somtime over the grete Se：
So that be londe and ek be Schipe
He mot travaile for worschipe
And make manye hastyf rodes；
Somtime in Prus； somtime in Rodes； 1630
And somtime into Tartarie；
So that these heraldz on him crie；
〃Vailant； vailant； lo； wher he goth＇〃
And thanne he yifth hem gold and cloth；
So that his fame mihte springe；
And to his ladi Ere bringe
Som tidinge of his worthinesse；
So that sche mihte of his prouesce
Of that sche herde men recorde；
The betre unto his love acorde 1640
And danger pute out of hire mod；
Whanne alle men recorden good；
And that sche wot wel； for hir sake
That he no travail wol forsake。
Mi Sone； of this travail I meene：
Nou schrif thee； for it schal be sene
If thou art ydel in this cas。
My fader ye； and evere was：
For as me thenketh trewely
That every man doth mor than I 1650
As of this point； and if so is
That I have oght so don er this；
It is so litel of acompte；
As who seith； it mai noght amonte
To winne of love his lusti yifte。
For this I telle you in schrifte；
That me were levere hir love winne
Than Kaire and al that is ther inne：
And forto slen the hethen alle；
I not what good ther mihte falle； 1660
So mochel blod thogh ther be schad。
This finde I writen； hou Crist bad
That noman other scholde sle。
What scholde I winne over the Se；
If I mi ladi loste at hom？
Bot passe thei the salte fom；
To whom Crist bad thei scholden preche
To al the world and his feith teche：
Bot now thei rucken in here nest
And resten as hem liketh best 1670
In all the swetnesse of delices。
Thus thei defenden ous the vices；
And sitte hemselven al amidde；
To slen and feihten thei ous bidde
Hem whom thei scholde； as the bok seith；
Converten unto Cristes feith。
Bot hierof have I gret mervaile；
Hou thei wol bidde me travaile：
A Sarazin if I sle schal；
I sle the Soule forth withal； 1680
And that was nevere Cristes lore。
Bot nou ho ther； I seie nomore。
Bot I wol speke upon mi schrifte；
And to Cupide I make a yifte；
That who as evere pris deserve
Of armes； I wol love serve；
And thogh I scholde hem bothe kepe；
Als wel yit wolde I take kepe
Whan it were time to abide；
As forto travaile and to ryde： 1690
For how as evere a man laboure；
Cupide appointed hath his houre。
For I have herd it telle also；
Achilles lefte hise armes so
Bothe of himself and of his men
At Troie for Polixenen；
Upon hire love whanne he fell；
That for no chance that befell
Among the Grecs or up or doun；
He wolde noght ayein the toun 1700
Ben armed； for the love of hire。
And so me thenketh； lieve Sire；
A man of armes mai him reste
Somtime in hope for the beste；
If he mai finde a weie nerr。
What scholde I thanne go so ferr
In strange londes many a mile
To ryde； and lese at hom therwhile
Mi love？ It were a schort beyete
To winne chaf and lese whete。 1710
Bot if mi ladi bidde wolde；
That I for hire love scholde
Travaile； me thenkth trewely
I mihte fle thurghout the Sky；
And go thurghout the depe Se；
For al ne sette I at a stre
What thonk that I mihte elles gete。
What helpeth it a man have mete；
Wher drinke lacketh on the bord？
What helpeth eny mannes word 1720
To seie hou I travaile faste；
Wher as me faileth ate laste
That thing which I travaile fore？
O in good time were he bore；
That mihte atteigne such a mede。
Bot certes if I mihte spede
With eny maner besinesse
Of worldes travail； thanne I gesse；
Ther scholde me non ydelschipe
Departen fro hir ladischipe。 1730
Bot this I se； on daies nou
The blinde god； I wot noght hou；
Cupido； which of love is lord；
He set the thinges in discord；
That thei that lest to love entende
Fulofte he wole hem yive and sende
Most of his grace； and thus I finde
That he that scholde go behinde；
Goth many a time ferr tofore：
So wot I noght riht wel therfore； 1740
On whether bord that I schal seile。
Thus can I noght miself conseile；
Bot al I sette on aventure；
And am； as who seith； out of cure
For ought that I can seie or do：
For everemore I finde it so；
The more besinesse I leie；
The more that I knele and preie
With goode wordes and with softe；
The more I am refused ofte； 1750
With besinesse and mai noght winne。
And in good feith that is gret Sinne；
For I mai seie； of dede and thoght
That ydel man have I be noght；
For hou as evere I be deslaied；
Yit evermore I have assaied。
Bot thogh my besinesse laste；
Al is bot ydel ate laste；
For whan theffect is ydelnesse；
I not what thing is besinesse。 1760
Sei； what availeth al the dede；
Which nothing helpeth ate nede？
For the fortune of every fame
Schal of his ende bere a name。
And thus for oght is yit befalle；
An ydel man I wol me calle
As after myn entendement：
Bot upon youre amendement；
Min holi fader； as you semeth；
Mi reson and my cause demeth。 1770
Mi Sone； I have herd thi matiere；
Of that thou hast thee schriven hiere：
And forto speke of ydel fare；
Me semeth that thou tharst noght care；
Bot only that thou miht noght spede。
And therof； Sone； I wol thee rede；
Abyd； and haste noght to faste；
Thi dees ben every dai to caste；
Thou nost what chance schal betyde。
Betre is to wayte upon the tyde 1780
Than rowe ayein the stremes stronge：
For thogh so be thee thenketh longe；
Per cas the revolucion
Of hevene and thi condicion
Ne be noght yit of on acord。
Bot I dar make this record
To Venus； whos Prest that I am；
That sithen that I hidir cam
To hiere； as sche me bad； thi lif；
Wherof thou elles be gultif； 1790
Thou miht hierof thi conscience
Excuse； and of gret diligence；
Which thou to love hast so despended；
Thou oghtest wel to be comended。
Bot if so be that ther oght faile；
Of that thou slowthest to travaile
In armes forto ben absent；
And for thou makst an argument
Of that thou seidest hiere above；
Hou Achilles thurgh strengthe of love 1800
Hise armes lefte for a throwe；
Thou schalt an other tale knowe；
Which is contraire； as thou schalt wite。
For this a man mai finde write；
Whan that knyhthode schal be werred；
Lust mai noght thanne be preferred；
The bedd mot thanne be forsake
And Schield and spere on honde take；
Which thing schal make hem a