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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A00705) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 29155) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1895:17) Here begynneth a lytel treatyse called the co[n]traverse bytwene a louer and a jaye lately compyled. Feylde, Thomas. Worde, Wynkyn de, d. 1534? [24] p. By Wynkyn de Worde, Jmprynted at London in Flete strete at the sygne of the Sonne : [1527?] Imprint from colophon. Title page contains ornamental border, and vignette showing a man conversing with a bird in a tree. Date of publication from STC (2nd ed.). Contains illustrated t.p. and printer's device on p. [24]. "Thus endeth the treatyse of the louer and a Jaye, lately compyled by me Thomas Feylde"--p. 24. Imperfect: stained. Signatures: A-C⁴. Reproduction of original in: British Library. eng eebo Here begynneth a lytel treatyse called the co[n]traverse bytwene a louer and a jaye lately compyled. Feylde, Thomas 1527 25 2908 4 0 0 0 0 0 13.76 C The rate of 13.76 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2003-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2003-03 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-04 Sampled and proofread 2003-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-06 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

Here begynneth a lytel treatyse called the contrauerse bytwene a louer and a Iaye lately compyled .

THoughe laureate poetes in olde antyquyte Fayned fables vnder clowdy sentence yet some intytuled fruytefull moralyte Some of loue wrote grete cyrcumstaunce Some of cheuaulrous actes made remembraunce Some as good phylosophres naturally endyted Thus wysely and wyttely theyr tyme they spended . Ouyde of loue made matters wonderfull Good to be knowen for eschewynge more euyll But Calunace and Tybull with style moche paynful Tenderly wrote of loue dylectable Gallus and Sappho ben nothynge profytable For yonge folkes to rede oflusty courage Lest they be taged in Uenus bondage Cancer floure of rethoryke eloquence Compyled bokes pleasaunt and meruayllous After hym noble Gower experte in scyence wrote moralytyes herde and delycyous But Lydgates workes are fruytefull & sentencyous who of his bokes hathe redde the fyne He wyll hym call a famus rethorycyne yonge Steuen Hawse whose soule god pardon Treated of loue so clerkely and well To rede his werkes is myne affeccyon whiche he compyled for Labell pusell Remembrynge storyes fruytefull and delectable I lytell or nought experte in poetry Oflamentable loue hathe made a dytty .
Here behynneth the 〈◊〉 . IN an arbere . Late as I were The foules to here was myne entente Syngynge in fere . with notes clere They made good chere On bowes bente Theyr tewnes swete Moued me to slepe Ferther to flete I coude not restrayne To take my rest Me thought it best It was my lust Styll to remayne . The floures florysshed The trees burnysshed The odoure me nourysshed with grete suauyte That styll I laye All the longe daye In sporte and playe By songes of melody . Methought in slombre I herde a louer without recouer Cryenge alas . My loueswikynde . That dyde me bynde Hathe chaunged her mynde . For no trespace . with rewfull songe . His hondes he wronge Endurynge longe . His herte was thro . Bothe erthe and heuen . with planettes seuen . Myght here his steuen where he dyde go . His coloure reede was pale as leede Lyke alshes deede For greuous payne In herte can dare And lothely fare In gretter care ▪ was neuer man . His herte was faynte . For grete complaynte . His heere he rente without pyte . And fell to the grounde Often tymes that stounde . with mortall wounde He cryed on hye . Amator . O herte vnfayne . Thou may complayne Of thy lemman And lady swete . For lacke of comforte Or goodly sporte Thou must resorte And wayle and wepe O paynes outragyous . Grete and contagyous . No myrthe solacyous . Maye you abate But euer to renewe . And euer to extewe . She is vntrewe Alacke Alacke . O inwarde sorowe Bothe euen and morowe Saynt George to borowe . Thou hast grete wronge without on thought Auaylynge nought For loue hath wrought . The in suche thronge O wonderfull loue That me dyde moue without reproue Of thought vntrue O loue ryght clene As Phebus beme Syth the fyrste tyme That I the knewe O loue constrayned . O loue sore payned O loue not fayned O loue of lykynge where is thy solace where is thy maystres where in thy gladnes where is thy swetynge . O gentyll floure Reclayme thy paramoure wounded ryght sore with loues launce Reclayme reclayme And thynke no shame Exyle dysdayne From your remembraunce Lette pyte lede your womanhede And mercy guyde your tendre aege O famus pucell Meke courtoys and gentell Semynge to be ryght well Ofnoble parentage Retourne retourne Beholde I mourne was neuer none borne That loue more greued . Full lytell it ywys . Knowe ye I gesse what payne it is To loue vnloued Alas o nature why dyde ye fygure . So fayre a creature Of flesshe and bone Excepte that she To loue wolde plye And haue pyte On her true man O cupyde kynge Of loue and louynge Grete is thy werkynge And vyolent powre Constrayne constrayne To me a gayne Myne owne lemman And paramoure . O Uenus hyghe Of goddes chefe Beholde my grefe And wofull chere Redresse my smerte And cause my swete herte Shortely reuerte To her prysonere O meruaylous fortune That helthe domynyon And in thy bandon Euery lyuynge wyght Helpe to preuayle My paynfull trauayle . I wepe and I wayle Bothe daye and nyght Syth you me brought To loue vnsought Me thynke you ought Be reason good . To wounde her sore With dyntes of armoure That pyte poore May chaunge her mode . O dethe do swarue My herte vayne to carue That I may sterue . My lyfe is lorne . He fell in swowne Recouerynge soone He set hym downe . Under a thorne . The auctoure . The vyrdes aboute Sange in a route With to wnes stoute . Of armony . Hym to aswage Fallynge in rage . Otloues bondage . For his lady . Coude not refrayne . His mortall payne But dyde complayne With heuynesse Alas sayd he What cause hath she Unkynde to be . For no trespace . Graculus loquitur amatori . In that affraye . A Ianglynge Iaye Sange on a spraye Bothe two and fro Thou carefull man That dothe complayne In herte vnfayne Why doest thou so . Amator . With wofull chere And sorowes sere . Was nought afere Trouthe to reporte That vnkyndnesse Of his may stresse Was paynfulnesse . Without comforte . Graculus . To set thy mynde On one vnkynde . Thy wyttes were blynde yet neuerthelesse Thyselfe to spyll Do way be styll For after trouble Cometh Ioyfulnesse . Exyle dyspayre To myrth repayre For sorowe and care Auayleth nought To good request Be alwaye prest For wytte is beest whan it is bought Amator . Her beaute pure And countenaunce demure . Is prynted sure In myne herte rote No remedy But I must dye without that she wyll be my bote . with grete tourment And syghes feruent I make complaynte To god aboue . was neuer wyght . So doulefully dyght By daye nor nyght And all for loue . Erly or late No rest I take But for her sake Mourneth styll Trustynge for grace But none can pourchace Adue alas God knoweth my wyll . Graculus . Syth fortunes chaunce Hath made instaunce The to auaunce In venus playe Beware agayne Of false dysdayne That with gyle and trayne wyll the betraye . when thou wenest leest And trusteth best Thou shalte be fyrste Desceyued in dede For loue is vayne And neuer certayne But full of payne . And foly to mede . Loue is delycyous Loue is prymerose Loue is more precyous Than golde and tapasyon Loue is a prety cage For foules of tender aege Loue is but dotage when we haue all done . Loue is grete pleasure To euery yonge creature Loue is a treasure . That wasteth faste Loue is comfortable Loue is ofte varyable Loue is deceyuable And nought at the laste what thynge is loue . That so dothe moue . Fayne wolde I proue Howe it dothe come Nothynge loue is But nature I gesse And from nature it comes . By faythfull affeccyon . Thoughe nature moue And bydde the loue yet wysdome wolde proue . Or it be hote when fortune sowre Dothe on the lowre Thou getest an owre In cocke lorels bote . Auyse the well . And take good counsell Thou hast fre wyll To rule and guyde For loue is daungerous False and contagyous And as sure as a mouse Tyed at a threde . I can not contrary But mannes moost felycyte Is close in femynyte By affeccyon naturall yet trewly it is but foly To loue contynually A thynge that is transytory And not perpetuall Thou mayst take ensample . Of Graundamoure and Grysyll Iason and Isaphyll Ferther to pursewe Of Tysbe and Pyramys Helyne and Parys Scylla and Mynoys That were louers trewe what is become Of Phylys and Demophon Alcumena and Alphytyon . with many thousandes mo Pollyxena and Achylles . Dyanyra and hercules where is there grette gladnes And amyable Ioye where is Semele and Iocasta . Cleoparte and Ixonya Semyrramys and Syluya So fayre of fauoure . what auayleth the beauty 〈◊〉 Of Medea and Lucresse Syth all thynge is vanytes . And fadeth as a floure . whyle fortune was frendely And tourned her whele kyndely They had moche felycyte . In loue and lykynge . Grete was theyr affeccyon In carnall dylectacyon Now are they all gone . For all theyr louynge . Penelope was faythfull Cyrcys was deceytefull Neobe was carefull And Hester was good Theyr padyandes are past And ours wasteth fast Nothynge dothe aye last But the grace of god . Therfore well consyder This worldes Ioye is slyder Nothynge is more sweter And decayeth so soone with reason be contente For fere thou repente To my counsayle consente And let loue alone . Amator . O foule of fayrenesse . Swete are thy storyes That thou doest expresse To me in doloure Yet neuerthelesse Nature is fresshe And woundeth me doubtelesse with dyntes of armoure I knowe ryght well No loue is durable when fortune vnstable Tourneth her face On wretches to wrythe And her power kythe . Be they wrothe or blythe She chaungeth theyr solace . yet my poore herte Can not awaye sterte From the penetable darte Of blynde Cupydo His doughter wyll woundeth me styll with paynes vnmedsynable where euer I go . Thus am I wrapped . And in wo vnbelapped Suche loue hath me trapped . without ony cure Syr Trystram the good For his lemman I soude More sorowe neuer bode Then I do endure . Lamwell and Lamaroke . Gawayne and Launcelorte Garathe and Craddocke with the table rounde . Syr Beuys / syr Eglamoure Syr Terry / syr Tryamoure In more greuous doloure was neuer in bounde Phedra and theseus Progne and Thereus Pasyphe and Taurus who lyketh to proue Canace and Machareus Galathea and Pamphylus was neuer more dolorous . And all for true loue . Dydo and Deydamya Leda and Lanynya Marra and Medusa And Tomyrys so hynde . Candacys and Cyrene Calysto and Cydyppe was neuer none lyke me In trewe herte and mynde . Treusa and Cletemnestra Smylax and Latona Bybles and Atalanta Ofarcady the quene Daphnys Hypermestra Dyrce and Cloylea Hypolyte and Dyana All these louers hath bene I haue serched of late Many poete laureate . That dyuers bookes dyde make And storyes regystred Yet in comparyson . Of my trewe affecoyon Scarsely can I fynde one Syth Troylus reygned That was trewe and faythfull . In loue that is paynfull without fraude dysceytefull Or preuy stryfe . Therfore as I fynde I wyll shewe my mynde Ryght fewe of Gryseldes kynde Is now lefte on lyue . This worlde is altered Condycyons are chaunged As is dayly proued By trewe experyence Trust is now trechery And loue is but Lechery . All thynges decayeth dayly without repentaunce Thoughe I more speke My herte wyll breke So loue wyll wreke On me with tene Fare well delectacyon welcome my fortune I must be contente with reason As other hathe ben . Graculus . For thy dystresse And geuynesse . I wyll expresse In wordes playne That women frayle Are seldome leale The trouthe to tell I wyll not layne . Thy wyll consente And soone repente It is them lente And gyuen by nature . Therfore beware To proue ouer ferre For to loues daungere They wyll the flatter Theyr wordes softe blandysshynge Are quaynte with flaterynge And with countenaunce faynynge They can make it nyse Couered aboue falsely Forgynge fraudes craftely That they haue brought many To a foles paradyse . Lyke serpentes furyous Amonge floures odyous . Theyr venyme hydeous Remayneth styll The seugre appereth The gall behynde leueth what man that proueth Shall lyke them fullyll Theyr speches is amyable Theyr hertes are chaungeable Theyr myndes are varyable with mutabylyte They are worthy no prayse They are so tempred with alwayes And as Guydo sayes They are neuer in suretye Interes they seme carefull And inwardly they are dysceytefull Ryght fewe that be faythfull For sykernes They wyll speke fayre outwarde And thynke the contrary Thus do they alwaye vary without doublenesse . Recorde of Cresyde whome Troylus loued And was sore payned Canset dothe tell Her loue was fayned And wortely chaunged . And gyuen to Dyomede with grekes to dwelle who trusteth them best He shall be the fyrst Desceyued I trust By fortune euen Than may he go where he came fro with sorowe and Wo Iacke vnshryuen . Ofte tymes they smyle In loues style And dothe begyle yonge louers faynte with sportes and playes But now a dayes He that truthe sayes He shall be shente Uery fewe or none . Is contente with one But as the mone Oftentymes they chaunge Therfore let a man . Do as well as he can For lytell brytayne Is no graunge Serche scrypture and polesy Crownacle and phylosophy The fraudes of femynyte with gylefull trayne . Hathe brought to confusyon Many a chefe champyon As Sampson and Salamon whose storyes are playne Dauyd the conqueroure Arystotle the phylosophre Hercules and Arthure . with many other mo . Defamed was craftely Thrughe womens fraylte Answere lette vs se Is it not so . Many cytees and townes Many countres and regyons Many Erles Dukes and Barons Destroyed hathe bene Many a kynge and Emperoure And bolde knyghtes of aduenture Hathe dyed with doloure And all for women Pryamys and Parys Hector and Achylles Patraclus and Palomydes Dyepholus a roy Many a noble freke Of Asye and of Greke For fayre Helyns sake was slayne at the syege of troy How sholde I more wryte Or yet endyte My herte dothe wepe To thynke therupon what myschefe what murmure what slaundre and manslaughter what dysdayne and what murdre That hathe ben for women Ferther to procede Me thynke no nede To regystre in dede Theyr propertyes peryllous Yet who wolde here Mocraftes of them sere Lette hym rede and lere Guydo and Secundus Thus in conclysyon women are confusyon And fynall destruccyon To man at the ende yet shame it is To blame them doubtelesse For as clerkes sayes They haue it of kynde . Therfore remembre Theyr yonge ages tendre . That to loue is egre with lusty courage . To loue in youthe Is pleasure ynoughe And in age forsothe It is but dotage Trust not theyr wordes . Nor mery bourdes For knyghtes and lordes Desceyued haue bene . They are ofte mutable They are false and varyable Therfore trust them but lytell For all theyr fayre eyen . Take comforte good And chaunge thy mode For by the swete rode They tourne as the wyde On the see I haue bende And many Ieoperdyes sene what nede I more to rekyn Thou knowest my mynde Remembre well I saye I must awaye Passed is the daye I maye not abyde She toke her flyght And flewe forthe ryght And the wofull wyght Fast after yede The auctoure with that I awoke And toke my boke Theron to loke was my solace Lyke as I herde I was not aferde But worde by worde I wrote this treatyse . Finis .
Lenuoye of the auctoure . Golytell boke with rudenes replete Presente the humbly before lecture lytterall Excusynge thy maker by Way or by strete And pronounce thy sentence with language lyberal Praye them to correcte thy paynes rustycall For made thou was of shorte aduysement Be meruayllous instaunce of a louer verament . Fayned thou arte with wordes approbryous . Regystrynge the actes and 〈◊〉 of women That some men wyll Juge the enuyous . Naye truely than were he to blame This is his mynde and entendement certayne Where as they rede and fynde them gyltye Lette them amende this counsayle gyueth he . Who lyketh thy sentence and pondureth it ryght Contectynge well in his remembraunce Knowe maye he truely that by a lady bryght Thou was compyled by pastymes pleasaunte . Suche grete vnkyndnesse whiche caused varyaunce Was shewed to a louer called . F. T. Her name also begynneth with . A. B. Thus endeth the treatyse of the louer and a Jaye , lately compyled by me Thomas Feylde .

Imprynted at London in flete strete at the sygne of the Sonne by Wynkyn de worde .