And hem behield； he was als faste
Out of a man into a Ston
Forschape； and thus ful manyon
Deceived were； of that thei wolde
Misloke； wher that thei ne scholde。
Bot Perses that worthi knyht；
Whom Pallas of hir grete myht 420
Halp； and tok him a Schield therto；
And ek the god Mercurie also
Lente him a swerd； he； as it fell；
Beyende Athlans the hihe hell
These Monstres soghte； and there he fond
Diverse men of thilke lond
Thurgh sihte of hem mistorned were；
Stondende as Stones hiere and there。
Bot he； which wisdom and prouesse
Hadde of the god and the godesse； 430
The Schield of Pallas gan enbrace；
With which he covereth sauf his face；
Mercuries Swerd and out he drowh；
And so he bar him that he slowh
These dredful Monstres alle thre。
Lo now； my Sone； avise the；
That thou thi sihte noght misuse：
Cast noght thin yhe upon Meduse；
That thou be torned into Ston：
For so wys man was nevere non； 440
Bot if he wel his yhe kepe
And take of fol delit no kepe；
That he with lust nys ofte nome；
Thurgh strengthe of love and overcome。
Of mislokynge how it hath ferd；
As I have told； now hast thou herd；
My goode Sone； and tak good hiede。
And overthis yet I thee rede
That thou be war of thin heringe；
Which to the Herte the tidinge 450
Of many a vanite hath broght；
To tarie with a mannes thoght。
And natheles good is to hiere
Such thing wherof a man may lere
That to vertu is acordant；
And toward al the remenant
Good is to torne his Ere fro；
For elles； bot a man do so；
Him may fulofte mysbefalle。
I rede ensample amonges alle； 460
Wherof to kepe wel an Ere
It oghte pute a man in fere。
A Serpent； which that Aspidis
Is cleped； of his kynde hath this；
That he the Ston noblest of alle；
The which that men Carbuncle calle；
Berth in his hed above on heihte。
For which whan that a man be sleyhte；
The Ston to winne and him to daunte；
With his carecte him wolde enchaunte； 470
Anon as he perceiveth that；
He leith doun his on Ere al plat
Unto the ground； and halt it faste；
And ek that other Ere als faste
He stoppeth with his tail so sore；
That he the wordes lasse or more
Of his enchantement ne hiereth；
And in this wise himself he skiereth；
So that he hath the wordes weyved
And thurgh his Ere is noght deceived。 480
An othre thing； who that recordeth；
Lich unto this ensample acordeth；
Which in the tale of Troie I finde。
Sirenes of a wonder kynde
Ben Monstres； as the bokes tellen；
And in the grete Se thei duellen：
Of body bothe and of visage
Lik unto wommen of yong age
Up fro the Navele on hih thei be；
And doun benethe； as men mai se； 490
Thei bere of fisshes the figure。
And overthis of such nature
Thei ben； that with so swete a stevene
Lik to the melodie of hevene
In wommanysshe vois thei singe；
With notes of so gret likinge；
Of such mesure； of such musike；
Wherof the Schipes thei beswike
That passen be the costes there。
For whan the Schipmen leie an Ere 500
Unto the vois； in here avys
Thei wene it be a Paradys；
Which after is to hem an helle。
For reson may noght with hem duelle；
Whan thei tho grete lustes hiere；
Thei conne noght here Schipes stiere；
So besiliche upon the note
Thei herkne； and in such wise assote；
That thei here rihte cours and weie
Foryete； and to here Ere obeie； 510
And seilen til it so befalle
That thei into the peril falle；
Where as the Schipes be todrawe；
And thei ben with the Monstres slawe。
Bot fro this peril natheles
With his wisdom king Uluxes
Ascapeth and it overpasseth；
For he tofor the hond compasseth
That noman of his compaignie
Hath pouer unto that folie 520
His Ere for no lust to caste；
For he hem stoppede alle faste；
That non of hem mai hiere hem singe。
So whan they comen forth seilinge；
Ther was such governance on honde；
That thei the Monstres have withstonde
And slain of hem a gret partie。
Thus was he sauf with his navie；
This wise king； thurgh governance。
Wherof； my Sone； in remembrance 530
Thou myht ensample taken hiere；
As I have told； and what thou hiere
Be wel war； and yif no credence；
Bot if thou se more evidence。
For if thou woldest take kepe
And wisly cowthest warde and kepe
Thin yhe and Ere； as I have spoke；
Than haddest thou the gates stoke
Fro such Sotie as comth to winne
Thin hertes wit； which is withinne； 540
Wherof that now thi love excedeth
Mesure； and many a peine bredeth。
Bot if thou cowthest sette in reule
Tho tuo； the thre were eth to reule：
Forthi as of thi wittes five
I wole as now nomore schryve；
Bot only of these ilke tuo。
Tell me therfore if it be so；
Hast thou thin yhen oght misthrowe？
Mi fader； ye； I am beknowe； 550
I have hem cast upon Meduse；
Therof I may me noght excuse：
Min herte is growen into Ston；
So that my lady therupon
Hath such a priente of love grave；
That I can noght miselve save。
What seist thou； Sone； as of thin Ere？
Mi fader； I am gultyf there；
For whanne I may my lady hiere；
Mi wit with that hath lost his Stiere： 560
I do noght as Uluxes dede；
Bot falle anon upon the stede；
Wher as I se my lady stonde；
And there； I do yow understonde；
I am topulled in my thoght；
So that of reson leveth noght；
Wherof that I me mai defende。
My goode Sone； god thamende：
For as me thenketh be thi speche
Thi wittes ben riht feer to seche。 570
As of thin Ere and of thin yhe
I woll nomore specefie；
Bot I woll axen overthis
Of othre thing how that it is。
Mi Sone； as I thee schal enforme；
Ther ben yet of an other forme
Of dedly vices sevene applied；
Wherof the herte is ofte plied
To thing which after schal him grieve。
The ferste of hem thou schalt believe 580
Is Pride； which is principal；
And hath with him in special
Ministres five ful diverse；
Of whiche； as I the schal reherse；
The ferste is seid Ypocrisie。
If thou art of his compaignie；
Tell forth； my Sone； and schrif the clene。
I wot noght； fader； what ye mene：
Bot this I wolde you beseche；
That ye me be som weie teche 590
What is to ben an ypocrite；
And thanne if I be forto wyte；
I wol beknowen； as it is。
Mi Sone； an ypocrite is this；…
A man which feigneth conscience；
As thogh it were al innocence；
Withoute； and is noght so withinne；
And doth so for he wolde winne
Of his desir the vein astat。
And whanne he comth anon therat； 600
He scheweth thanne what he was；
The corn is torned into gras；
That was a Rose is thanne a thorn；
And he that was a Lomb beforn
Is thanne a Wolf； and thus malice
Under the colour of justice
Is hid； and as the poeple telleth；
These ordres witen where he duelleth；
As he that of here conseil is；
And thilke world which thei er this 610
Forsoken； he drawth in ayein：
He clotheth richesse； as men sein；
Under the simplesce of poverte；
And doth to seme of gret decerte
Thing which is litel worth withinne：
He seith in open； fy！ to Sinne；
And in secre ther is no vice
Of which that he nis a Norrice：
And evere his chiere is sobre and softe；
And where he goth he blesseth ofte； 620
Wherof the blinde world he dreccheth。
Bot yet al only he ne streccheth
His reule upon religioun；
Bot next to that condicioun
In suche as clepe hem holy cherche
It scheweth ek how he can werche
Among tho wyde furred hodes；
To geten hem the worldes goodes。
And thei hemself ben thilke same
That setten most the world in blame； 630
Bot yet in contraire of her lore
Ther is nothing thei loven more；
So that semende of liht thei werke
The dedes whiche are inward derke。
And thus this double Ypocrisie
With his devolte apparantie
A viser set upon his face；
Wherof toward this worldes grace
He semeth to be riht wel thewed；
And yit his herte is al beschrewed。 640
Bot natheles he stant believed；
And hath his pourpos ofte achieved
Of worschipe and of worldes welthe；
And takth it； as who seith； be stelthe
Thurgh coverture of his fallas。
And riht so in semblable cas
This vice hath ek his officers
Among these othre seculers
Of grete men； for of the smale
As for tacompte he set no tale； 650
Bot thei that passen the comune
With suche him liketh to comune；
And where he seith he wol socoure
The poeple； there he woll devoure；
For now aday is manyon
Which spekth of Peter and of John
And thenketh Judas in his herte。
Ther schal no worldes good asterte
His hond； and yit he yifth almesse
And fasteth ofte and hiereth Messe： 660
With mea culpa； which he seith；
Upon his brest fullofte he leith
His hond； and cast upward his yhe；
As thogh he Cristes face syhe；
So that it seemeth ate syhte；
As he al one alle othre myhte
Rescoue with his holy bede。
Bot yet his herte in other stede
Among hise bedes most devoute
Goth in the worldes cause aboute； 670
How that he myhte his warisoun
Encresce。 And in comparisoun
Ther ben lovers of such a sort；
That feignen hem an humble port；
And al is bot Ypocrisie；
Which with deceipte and flaterie
Hath many a worthi wif beguiled。
For whanne he hath his tunge affiled；
With softe speche and with lesinge；
Forth with his fals pitous lokynge； 680
He wolde make a womman wene
To gon upon the faire grene；
Whan that sche falleth in the Mir。
For if he may have his desir；
How so falle of the remenant；
He halt no word of covenant；
Bot er the time that he spede；
Ther is no sleihte at thilke nede；
Which eny loves faitour mai；
That he ne put it in assai； 690
As him belongeth forto done。
The colour of the reyni Mone
With medicine upon his face
He set； and thanne he axeth grace；
As he which hath sieknesse feigned。
Whan his visage is so desteigned；
With yhe upcast on hire he siketh；
And many a contenance he piketh；
To bringen hire in to believe
Of thing which that he wolde achieve； 700
Wherof he berth the pale hewe；
And for he wolde seme trewe；
He makth him siek； whan he is heil。
Bot whanne he berth lowest the Seil；
Thanne is he swiftest to beguile
The womman； which that ilke while
Set upon him feith or credence。
Mi Sone； if thou thi conscience
Entamed hast in such a wise；
In schrifte thou thee myht avise 710
And telle it me； if it be so。
Min holy fader； certes no。
As forto feigne such sieknesse
It nedeth noght； for this witnesse
I take of god； that my corage
Hath ben mor siek than my visage。
And ek this mai I wel avowe