To knowe his stomak hou it ferde；
Of that noman tofore herde；
Which he withinne himself bethoghte；
A wonder soubtil thing he wroghte。
Thre men upon eleccioun
Of age and of complexioun
Lich to himself be alle weie
He tok towardes him to pleie； 1170
And ete and drinke als wel as he。
Therof was no diversite；
For every day whan that thei eete；
Tofore his oghne bord thei seete；
And of such mete as he was served；
Althogh thei hadde it noght deserved；
Thei token service of the same。
Bot afterward al thilke game
Was into wofull ernest torned；
For whan thei weren thus sojorned； 1180
Withinne a time at after mete
Nero； which hadde noght foryete
The lustes of his frele astat；
As he which al was delicat；
To knowe thilke experience；
The men let come in his presence：
And to that on the same tyde；
A courser that he scholde ryde
Into the feld； anon he bad；
Wherof this man was wonder glad； 1190
And goth to prike and prance aboute。
That other； whil that he was oute；
He leide upon his bedd to slepe：
The thridde； which he wolde kepe
Withinne his chambre； faire and softe
He goth now doun nou up fulofte；
Walkende a pass； that he ne slepte；
Til he which on the courser lepte
Was come fro the field ayein。
Nero thanne； as the bokes sein； 1200
These men doth taken alle thre
And slouh hem； for he wolde se
The whos stomak was best defied：
And whanne he hath the sothe tryed；
He fond that he which goth the pass
Defyed best of alle was；
Which afterward he usede ay。
And thus what thing unto his pay
Was most plesant； he lefte non：
With every lust he was begon； 1210
Wherof the bodi myhte glade；
For he non abstinence made；
Bot most above alle erthli thinges
Of wommen unto the likinges
Nero sette al his hole herte；
For that lust scholde him noght asterte。
Whan that the thurst of love him cawhte；
Wher that him list he tok a drauhte；
He spareth nouther wif ne maide；
That such an other； as men saide； 1220
In al this world was nevere yit。
He was so drunke in al his wit
Thurgh sondri lustes whiche he tok；
That evere； whil ther is a bok；
Of Nero men schul rede and singe
Unto the worldes knowlechinge；
Mi goode Sone； as thou hast herd。
For evere yit it hath so ferd；
Delicacie in loves cas
Withoute reson is and was； 1230
For wher that love his herte set；
Him thenkth it myhte be no bet；
And thogh it be noght fulli mete；
The lust of love is evere swete。
Lo； thus togedre of felaschipe
Delicacie and drunkeschipe；
Wherof reson stant out of herre；
Have mad full many a wisman erre
In loves cause most of alle：
For thanne hou so that evere it falle； 1240
Wit can no reson understonde；
Bot let the governance stonde
To Will； which thanne wext so wylde；
That he can noght himselve schylde
Fro no peril； bot out of feere
The weie he secheth hiere and there；
Him recheth noght upon what syde：
For oftetime he goth beside；
And doth such thing withoute drede；
Wherof him oghte wel to drede。 1250
Bot whan that love assoteth sore；
It passeth alle mennes lore；
What lust it is that he ordeigneth；
Ther is no mannes miht restreigneth；
And of the godd takth he non hiede：
Bot laweles withoute drede；
His pourpos for he wolde achieve
Ayeins the pointz of the believe；
He tempteth hevene and erthe and helle；
Hierafterward as I schall telle。 1260
Who dar do thing which love ne dar？
To love is every lawe unwar；
Bot to the lawes of his heste
The fissch； the foul； the man； the beste
Of al the worldes kinde louteth。
For love is he which nothing douteth：
In mannes herte where he sit；
He compteth noght toward his wit
The wo nomore than the wele；
No mor the hete than the chele； 1270
No mor the wete than the dreie；
No mor to live than to deie；
So that tofore ne behinde
He seth nothing； bot as the blinde
Withoute insyhte of his corage
He doth merveilles in his rage。
To what thing that he wole him drawe；
Ther is no god； ther is no lawe；
Of whom that he takth eny hiede；
Bot as Baiard the blinde stede； 1280
Til he falle in the dich amidde；
He goth ther noman wole him bidde；
He stant so ferforth out of reule；
Ther is no wit that mai him reule。
And thus to telle of him in soth；
Ful many a wonder thing he doth；
That were betre to be laft；
Among the whiche is wicchecraft；
That som men clepen Sorcerie；
Which forto winne his druerie 1290
With many a circumstance he useth；
Ther is no point which he refuseth。
The craft which that Saturnus fond；
To make prickes in the Sond；
That Geomance cleped is；
Fulofte he useth it amis；
And of the flod his Ydromance；
And of the fyr the Piromance；
With questions echon of tho
He tempteth ofte； and ek also 1300
Ae5remance in juggement
To love he bringth of his assent：
For these craftes； as I finde；
A man mai do be weie of kinde；
Be so it be to good entente。
Bot he goth al an other wente；
For rathere er he scholde faile；
With Nigromance he wole assaile
To make his incantacioun
With hot subfumigacioun。 1310
Thilke art which Spatula is hote；
And used is of comun rote
Among Paiens； with that craft ek
Of which is Auctor Thosz the Grek；
He worcheth on and on be rowe：
Razel is noght to him unknowe；
Ne Salomones Candarie；
His Ydeac； his Eutonye；
The figure and the bok withal
Of Balamuz； and of Ghenbal 1320
The Seal； and therupon thymage
Of Thebith； for his avantage
He takth； and somwhat of Gibiere；
Which helplich is to this matiere。
Babilla with hire Sones sevene；
Which hath renonced to the hevene；
With Cernes bothe square and rounde；
He traceth ofte upon the grounde；
Makende his invocacioun；
And for full enformacioun 1330
The Scole which Honorius
Wrot； he poursuieth： and lo； thus
Magique he useth forto winne
His love； and spareth for no Sinne。
And over that of his Sotie；
Riht as he secheth Sorcerie
Of hem that ben Magiciens；
Riht so of the Naturiens
Upon the Sterres from above
His weie he secheth unto love； 1340
Als fer as he hem understondeth。
In many a sondry wise he fondeth：
He makth ymage； he makth sculpture；
He makth writinge； he makth figure；
He makth his calculacions；
He makth his demonstracions；
His houres of Astronomie
He kepeth as for that partie
Which longeth to thinspeccion
Of love and his affeccion； 1350
He wolde into the helle seche
The devel himselve to beseche；
If that he wiste forto spede；
To gete of love his lusti mede：
Wher that he hath his herte set；
He bede nevere fare bet
Ne wite of other hevene more。
Mi Sone； if thou of such a lore
Hast ben er this； I red thee leve。
Min holi fader； be youre leve 1360
Of al that ye have spoken hiere
Which toucheth unto this matiere；
To telle soth riht as I wene；
I wot noght o word what ye mene。
I wol noght seie； if that I couthe；
That I nolde in mi lusti youthe
Benethe in helle and ek above
To winne with mi ladi love
Don al that evere that I mihte；
For therof have I non insihte 1370
Wher afterward that I become；
To that I wonne and overcome
Hire love； which I most coveite。
Mi Sone； that goth wonder streite：
For this I mai wel telle soth；
Ther is noman the which so doth；
For al the craft that he can caste；
That he nabeith it ate laste。
For often he that wol beguile
Is guiled with the same guile； 1380
And thus the guilour is beguiled；
As I finde in a bok compiled
To this matiere an old histoire；
The which comth nou to mi memoire；
And is of gret essamplerie
Ayein the vice of Sorcerie；
Wherof non ende mai be good。
Bot hou whilom therof it stod；
A tale which is good to knowe
To thee； mi Sone； I schal beknowe。 1390
Among hem whiche at Troie were；
Uluxes ate Siege there
Was on be name in special；
Of whom yit the memorial
Abit； for whyl ther is a mouth；
For evere his name schal be couth。
He was a worthi knyht and king
And clerk knowende of every thing；
He was a gret rethorien；
He was a gret magicien； 1400
Of Tullius the rethorique；
Of king Zorastes the magique；
Of Tholome thastronomie；
Of Plato the Philosophie；
Of Daniel the slepi dremes；
Of Neptune ek the water stremes；
Of Salomon and the proverbes；
Of Macer al the strengthe of herbes；
And the Phisique of Ypocras；
And lich unto Pictagoras 1410
Of Surgerie he knew the cures。
Bot somwhat of his aventures；
Which schal to mi matiere acorde；
To thee； mi Sone； I wol recorde。
This king； of which thou hast herd sein；
Fro Troie as he goth hom ayein
Be Schipe； he fond the See divers；
With many a wyndi storm revers。
Bot he thurgh wisdom that he schapeth
Ful many a gret peril ascapeth； 1420
Of whiche I thenke tellen on；
Hou that malgre the nedle and ston
Wynddrive he was al soudeinly
Upon the strondes of Cilly；
Wher that he moste abyde a whyle。
Tuo queenes weren in that yle
Calipsa named and Circes；
And whan they herde hou Uluxes
Is londed ther upon the ryve；
For him thei senden als so blive。 1430
With him suche as he wolde he nam
And to the court to hem he cam。
Thes queenes were as tuo goddesses
Of Art magique Sorceresses；
That what lord comth to that rivage；
Thei make him love in such a rage
And upon hem assote so；
That thei wol have； er that he go；
Al that he hath of worldes good。
Uluxes wel this understod； 1440
Thei couthe moche； he couthe more；
Thei schape and caste ayein him sore
And wroghte many a soutil wyle；
Bot yit thei mihte him noght beguile。
Bot of the men of his navie
Thei tuo forschope a gret partie；
Mai non of hem withstonde here hestes；
Som part thei schopen into bestes；
Som part thei schopen into foules；
To beres； tigres； Apes； oules； 1450
Or elles be som other weie；
Ther myhte hem nothing desobeie；
Such craft thei hadde above kinde。
Bot that Art couthe thei noght finde；
Of which Uluxes was deceived；
That he ne hath hem alle weyved；
And broght hem into such a rote；
That upon him thei bothe assote；
And thurgh the science of his art
He tok of hem so wel his part； 1460
That he begat Circes with childe。
He kepte him sobre and made hem wilde；
He sette himselve so above；
That with here good and with here love；
Who that therof be lief or loth；
Al quit into his Schip he goth。
Circes toswolle bothe sides
He lefte； and waiteth on the tydes；
And straght thurghout the salte fom
He takth his cours and comth him hom； 1470
Where as he fond Penolope；
A betre