Here begynneth the temple of glas

¶ Here begynneth the temple of Glas.

THroughe constreynt & greuons heuines For pensyfnes and hygh dystres To bed I went now this other nyghte Whan that Lucyna with her pale lyght Was Joyned last with phebus in aquarye Amyd Decembre whan of Ianuarye There be kalendes of the newe yere And derke dyane horned and no thynge clere Had her beames vnder a mysty cloude Within my bed for colde I gan me shroude All desolate for constreynt of my won The longe nyght walowynge to and fro Tyll at last or I gan take kepe Me dyde oppresse a sodeyn deedly slepe Within the whiche me thought I was Rauysshed in spyryte in to Temple of glas I ne wyste how ferre in wyldernes That founded was all by lyclynes Not vpon stele / but on a craggy roche Lyke yse Ifrore / and as I dyde approche Agayne the sonne that shone so clere As ony crystall and euer nere and nere As I gan nyghe this grysly dredefull place I wext astonyed the lyght so in my face Began to smyte so passynge euer in one On euery parte where that I gone That I ne myght no thynge as I wolde Aboute me consydere and beholde The wonder esters for bryghtnes of the sonne Tyll at last certayne skyes donne With wynde chased than her cours I went Tofore the stremes of Tytan and I blent So that I myght within and without Wher so I wolde beholde me aboute For to reporte the facyon and manere Of all this place that was cyrculer I compas wyse / rounde by entayle wrought And whan I had longe and sought I founde a wycket and entred in as faste In to the temple and myn eyen cast On euery syde now low and now efte alofte And ryght anone as I gan walke softe Yf I the sothe a ryght reporte shall I sawe depaynted vpon a wall From est to west many a fayre ymage Of sondry louers lyke as they were of aege Isette in ordre after they were trewe With lyfly colours wonder fresshe of heme And as me thought I sawe som syt & som stande And som knelynge with bylles in theyr hande And som with complaynt wofull & pyteous With dolefull chere to putte to Venus So as she sate fletynge in the see Upon theyr wo for to haue pyte And fyrst of all I sawe there of cartage Dido the quene so goodly of vysage That gan complayne her auenture and caas How the deceyued was of Eneas For all his hestes and his othes sworne And sayd alas that euer she was borne Whan she sawe that deed she must be And nexte her I sawe the complaynt of Medee How that she falsed was of Jason And nyghe by venus sawe I sytte Atheon And all the maner how the bore hym sloughe For whome she wepte and had pyne ynoughe There sawe I also how that Penelope For she so longe her lorde ne myght se Was of colour bothe pale and grene And alther nexte was the fresshe quene I mene Alcest the noble true wyfe And for admete how she lost her lyfe And for her thrughe yf I shall not lye How she was tourned into a daysye There was Grysyldes Innocence And all her mekenes and pacyence There was eke Isoude and many other moo And all the torment and the cruell woo That she had for Trystram all her lyve And how that Tysbe her herte dyde ryue With thylke swerde of syr Pyramus And all the maner how that Theseus The mynotaure slow amyd the hous That was forwrynked by crafte of dedalus What he was in pryson shyt in crete And how that phylles felte of loued hete The grete fyre of demephon alas And for his falshed and for his trespas Upon the walles depeynt men myght se Now she henge vpon a fylberde tre And many a story mo than I reken can Were in the temple and how that parys wan The fayre Eleyne a lusty fresshe quene And how achylles was for Polycene Islayne vnwardly within troye towne All this sawe I walkynge vp and downe There sawe I wryten eke the hole tale How Phylomene in to a nyghtyngale I tourned was / and proygne vnto a swalowe And how the sabynes in theyr maner halowe The feest of Lucresse yet in Rome towne There sawe I also the sorowe of Palamone That he in pryson felte and all the smerte And how that he thrughe vnto his herte Was hurte inwardly by castynge of an eye On the fayre fresshe & luste yonge Emelye And all the stryfe bytwene hym & his brother And how that one faught with that other Within the groue tyll they by Theseus Accorded were as Chaucer telleth vs And ferthermore as I gan beholde I sawe how Phebus with an arowe of golde I wounded was thrugh out his syde Only by enuye of the god Cupyde And how that Dyane vnto a laurer tre I torned was whan that she dyde fle And how that Ioue began to chaunge his cope Only for loue of the fayre Europe And into a bull / whan he dyde her sue Lyste of his godhede his forme to transmewe And how that he by transmutacyon The shap gan take of Amphytryon For alcumena so passynge was of beaute So was he hurte for all his deyte With loues darte and myght it not escape There sawe I also howe Mars was take Of Uulcanus and with Uenus founde And with the cheynes Inusyble bounde There was also all the poesye Of hym Mercurye and all the Phylogye And how that she for her sapyence I wedded was to the god of eloquence And how the Muses lowly dyde obeye Hye in to heuen this lady to conueye And with her songe how she was magnefyed With Iupyter there to be stellefyed And vppermore depaynt men myght se How with her rynge the goodly Canace Of euery foule the laydous and songe Coude vnderstonde as she walked them among And how her broder soo often holpen was In his myscheyf by the stede of bras And ferthermore in the temple were Full many a thousande louers here and there Is sondry wyse redy to complayne Unto the goddesse of theyr woo and payne How they were hyndred some for enuye And how the serpent of false Jalousye Full many a louer hath putte a backe And causeles on them haue layde a lache And some there were that playned on abscence . That were exyled and put out of presence Thrugh wycked tonges and fals suspeccyon Without mercy or ony remyssyon And other also theyr seruyse spent in vayn And of theyr lady were not loued agayn And also other that for pouerte Durst in no wyse theyr grete aduersyte Dyscouere ne open / lest they were refused And some for wantynge also were accused And also other that loued secretly And of her lady durst axe no mercy Leest that she wolde of hym haue despyte And some also that put ryght grete wyte On double louers that loue thynges newe Thrugh whos falsenes hyndred be the trewe And some there were as it is ofte founde That for theyr lady many a blody wounde Endured hath in many a regyon Whyles that an other hath hadde possessyon All of his lady and bereth a way the frute Of his labour and of all his suyte And other complayned of Rychesse How he with tresour doth his besynesse To wynne agaynst all kynde and ryght Where as trewe louers haue no force ne myght And some there were as maydens yonge of aege That playne so with pypynge and with rage That were coupled agayne all nature With croked olde that may not longe endure For to perfourme the luste of loues playe For it ne sit not vnto fresshe maye For to be coupled to olde Ianuarye They be so dyuerse that they must varye For olde is grutchynge and malencolyous Alwaye full of Ire and suspeccyous And youth entendeth to Joye and lustynes To myrth and play and to all gladnes Alas that euer it sholde falle Soo swete sugre ycoupled to be galle These yonge folke cryed oft sythe And prayd Uenus her power to kythe Upon this myscheyf and shape remedye And ryght anone I herde other crye With sobbynge teres and pyetous sowne To fore the goddesse by lamentacyon That were constreyned in theyr youth And in chyldhode as is oft a couthe I entred were in to relygyon Or they had yeres of dyscrecyon That all her lyfe can not but complayne In wyde copes perfeccyon or to fayne Full couertly for to couer theyr smerte And shewe the contrary of theyr herte Thus sawe I where many a fayre mayde That on theyr frendes all the wyte they layde And other nexte I sawe there in grete rage That they were maryed in theyr tendre aege Without fredome of fre eleccyon Where loue hath selde domynacyon For loue at large and at lyberte Wolde frely chese and not with suche trete And other sawe I full oft wepe and wrynge That they in men founde suche varyenge To loue a season whyle that beaulte floureth And after by dysdayne soo vngoodly loureth On her that somtyme he called his lady dere That was to hym so pleasaunt and entyere But lust with fayrnes is so ouer gone That in her herte trouth abydeth none And some also I sawe in teres reyne And pyteously on god and kynde pleyne That euer they wolde on ony creature So moche beaute passynge by mesure Sette on a womnn to gyue occasyon A man to loue to his confusyon And namely there where he shall haue no grace For with a loke forth by as he doth pace Full ofte falleth castynge of an eye A man is wounded that he must nedes deye That neuer perauenture after he shall her se Why wyll god do so grete a cruelte To ony man or to his creature To make hym so moche woo endure For her percas whome he shall in no wyse Reioyse neuer / but so forth in Juyse Lede his lyfe tyll that he be in his graue For he ne durst of her no mercy craue And also perauenture though he durst & wolde . He can not wytte where he her fynde sholde I sawe there also / and therof had I routhe That some were hyndred by couetyse & slouthe And some also for theyr hastynes And other also for theyr rechelesnes But at the last as I walked and behelde Besyde pallas with her crystall shelde Tofore the statute of Uenus sette on heyght There kneled a lady in my syght Tofore the goddesse whiche as the sonn̄e Passeth the sterres and also the storme And Lucyfer to voyde the nyghtes sorowe I clerenes passeth erly the morowe And so as Maye hath the soueraynte Of euery moneth the fayrnes and beaute And as the rose in swetnes and odour Surmounteth floures and bawme of all lycour Hath the pryse and as the rubye bryght Of all stones in beaute and in syght As it is knowe hath the Regalye Ryght so this lady with her goodly eye And with the stremes of her loke so bryght Surmounteth all thrugh beaute in my syght That for to tell her grete semelynes Her womanhede her porte and her fayrnes It was a meruayle how euer that nature Coude in her werkes make a creature So angelyk so goodly one to see So femynyn or passynge of beaute Whose sonnysshe heer bryghter than golde wyre Lyke Phebus beames shynyuge in his spyre The goodlyhed also yf her fresshe face So replenysshed of beaute and of grace So well ennewed by nature and depaynt As rose and lylyes togyder were meynt So egally by good proporcyon That as me thought by myn inspeccyon I gan meruaylle how god or werke of kynde Myght of beaute suche a tresour fynde To yeue her so passynge excellence For in good fayth thrugh her hye presence The temple was enlumyned enuyron And for to speke of her condycyon She was the beste that myght be on lyue For there was none that with her myght stryue To speke of bounte or of gentylnesse Of womanhede or of lowlynesse Of curtesye or of goodlyhede Of speche of chere or of semelyphede Of porte benygne or of dalyaunce The best taught therto of pleasaunce She was the well also of honeste An exampler and myrrour also was she Of secretnes of trouth of faythfulnes And to all other lady and maystres To shewe vertue who so lyst to lere And so this lady ryght humble of chere Knelynge I sawe clad in grene and whyte Tofore Uenus goddesse of all delyte Enbrowded all with stones and perre So rychely that Joye it was to se With sondry rolles on her garnement For texpowne the trouth of her entent To shewe fully that for her humblesse And for her vertue and her stablenesse That she was rote of all womanly pleasaunce Therfore her worde without varyaunce Enbrowded as men myght see De mieulx en mieulx with stones of perre This is to say that she was so benygne From better to better her herte doth resygne And all her wyll to venus the goddesse Whan that her lyst her harmes to redresse For as me thought som what by her chere For to complayne she had grete desyre For in her hande she helde a lytell bylle For to declare the some of all her skylle And to the goddesse her quarell for to shewe Th effecte of whiche was in wordes fewe

¶ The copye of the supplycacyon O lady Uenus moder of cupyde That all this worlde hast in gouernaunce And hertes hye that hawten by pryde Enclynest mekely to thyne obeyssaunce Cauler of Joye Relees of penaunce And with thy stremes canst euery thynge dyscerne Thrughe heuenly fyre of loue that is eterne O blesfull sterre persaunt and full of lyght Of beames gladsom deuoyder of derkenes Cheyf recomforte after the blacke nyght To voyde wofull hertes out of theyr heuynesse Take nowe good hede lady and goddesse So that my byll may your grace atteyne Redresse to fynde of that I me complayne For I am bounde to thynge that I nolde Frely to chese there lacke I lyberte And so I wante of that myn herte wolde The body is knyt / though my thought be free So that I must of necessyte My hertes lyst outwarde contrarye Though we be one the dede must vary My worshyp saue I fayle eleccyon Agayne all ryght both of god and kynde Therto be knyt vnder subieccyon Fro whens ferre both are out of mynde My thought gooth forth my body is behynde For I am here / and yonder my remembraunce . Bytwene two so hange I in balance Deuoyde of Joye / of woo I haue plente What I desyre that may I not possede For that I nolde is redy ay to me And that I loue / for to sue I drede To my desyre contrary is my mede And thus I stonde departed in tweyne Of wyll and dede ylaced in a cheyne For though I brenne with feruente and hete Within myn herte I may complayne of colde And by excesse though I swelte and swete Me to complayne god wote I am not bolde Unto ne wyght nor one worde vnfolde Of all my payne alas the harde stounde The hoter that I brenne the colder is my wounde For he that hath myn herte faythfully And hole my loue in all honeste Without chaunge all be it secretly Unto th effecte and complaynt of my byll Syth lyfe and deth I put all in thy wyll And tho me thought the goddesse dyde enclyne . Mekely her heed and softly gan expresse That in shorte tyme her torment sholde fyne And how of hym for whome all her dystresse Contynued had and all her heuynesse She sholde haue Joye and of her purgatorye Be holpen sone and so lyue forth in glorye And sayd doughter for thy sad trouth Thy faythfull menynge and Innocence That planted be withouten ony slouth In your persone deuoyde of all offence So than atteyned to our audyence That with our grace ye shal be well releuyd I you behete of all that hath you greuyd And for that ye be euer of one entente Without chaunce or mutabylyte And in your paynes ben so pacyent To take lowly your aduersyte And that so longe thrugh the cruelte Of olde Saturne my fader vnfortuned And thynke therwithin a lytell whyle It shalll aswage and ouer passe soone For men by layser passe many a myle And ofte after a drepynge mone The weder clereth & whan the storme is done The sonne shyneth in his spyre bryght And Ioye waketh whan woo is put to flyght Remembre eke how neuer yet no wyght Ne came to worshyp without debate And folke reioyse also more of lyght That they with derkenes were waped & wate No mannes chaunce is alwaye fortunate Ne no wyght prayseth of sugre the swetnes But they tofore haue tasted bytternes Grysylde was asayed at full That torned after the encrese of Joye Penelope gan eke for sorowes dull For that her lorde abode so longe at Troye Also the torment there coude no man accoye Of dorygene flour of all Bretayne Thus euer Joye is fyne and ende of payne And trusteth this for conclusyon The ende of sorowe is Ioye voyde of drede For holy sayntes thrugh theyr passyon Haue heuen wonne by theyr souerayne mede And plente gladly folowed after nede And so my doughter after your greuaunce I you behote ye shall haue full plesaunce For euer of loue the maner and the gyse Is for to hurte his seruaunt and to wound And whan he hath taught them his empryse He can in no Ioye make them to habounde And syth that ye haue in my lase be bounde Without grutchynge or rebellyon Ye must of ryght haue consolacyon This is to sayne dowte it neuer a dele That ye shall haue full possessyon Of hym that ye now cherysshe so well In honest maner without offencyon By cause I knowe your entencyon Is truly sette in party and in all To loue hym best and moost in specyall For he that ye haue chosen you to serue Shall be to you suche as ye desyre Without chaunge fully tyll he sterue So with my bronde I have sette hym a fyre And with my grace I shall hym enspyre That he in herte shall be ryght at your wyll Whether ye lyst to saue hym or to spyll For vnto you I shall his herte so lowe Without spotte of ony doublenesse That he ne shall escape from the bowe Though that hymselfe by vnstedfastnesse I mene of cupyde that shall hym so dystresse Unto your hande with the arowe of golde That he ne shall escape though he wolde And syth ye lyste of pyte and of grace In vertu only his youth to cherysshe I shall by aspecte of my benygne face Make hym to shewe euery syune and vyce So that he shall haue no maner spyce In his courage to loue thynges newe He shall to you so playne be founde and trewe And whan this goodly fayre fresshe of hue Humble and benygne of trouth crop and rote Conceyued had how Uenus gan to rewe On her prayer playnly to do bote To chaunge her bytter at ones in to swete She fell on knees of hygh deuocyon And in this wyse began her oryson Hyghest of hye quene and Empres Goddesse of loue of good yet the best That thrugh your beaute without vyce Somtyme conquered the apple at feest That Jupiter thrugh his hye request To all the goddes aboue celestyall Made in his palays moost Imperyall To you my lady vpholder of my lyfe Mekely I thanke soo as I may suffyse That ye lyst nowe with herte ententyf So gracyously for me to deuyse That lyue whyle with humble sacrefyse Upon your awters your feest yere by yere I shall encence caste in to the fyre For of your grace I am full reconsyled From every trouble vnto Joye and ease That sorowes all be from me exyled Syth ye my lady lyste to appease My paynes olde and fully my dysease Unto gladnes so sodenly to torne Hauynge no cause from hens forth to morne For sythen ye so mekely lyst to daunte To my seruyse hym that loueth me best And of your bounte so gracyously to graunte That he ne shall varye though hym lyste Whereof my herte is fully brought to rest For nowe and euer o lady my benygne That herte and wyll I hooly to you resygne Thankynge you with all my full herte That of your grace and vysytacyon So humbly lyste hym to conuerte Fully be at my subieccyon Without chaunge or transmutacyon Unto his last now laude and reuerence Be to your name and excellence This all and some and cheyf of my request And hole substaunce of my full entente You thankynge euer of your graunt and hest Both nowe and euer that ye me grace sent To conquere hym that neuer shall repent Me for to serue and humble for to please As fynall treasour of my hertes ease And then anone Uenus cast a downe Into her lappe braunches whyte and grene Of hawthorne that went enuyron Aboute her heed that Joye was to sene And had her kepe them honestly and clene Whiche sholde not fade ne neuer were olde If she her byddynge kepe as she hath tolde And as these bowes be both fayr and swete Folowe th effecte that they do specyfye This to sayne both in colde and hete Be ye of one herte and of one fantasye As are these leues whiche may not dye By no duresse of stormes that ben kene No more in wynter than in somer grene Ryght so by ensample of wele or woo For Joye torment or for aduersyte Whether so fortune fauour or be foo For pouerte ryches or prosperyte That ye your herte kepe in one degre To loue hym best for nothynge that ye fayne Whome I have bounde so lowe vnder your chayne And with that worde the goddesse shoke her heed And was in peas and spake as tho nomore And ther with all full femynyn of drede Me thought the lady syghe gan full sore And sayd agayne lady that mayst restore Hertes in Joye from theyr aduersyte To do your wylll better & better after my gre

Thus euer slepynge dremynge as I laye Within the temple me thought I sawe Grete preces of folke murmure wonderfull To croude and shoue the temple was so full Eueryche full besy in his owne cause That I ne may shortly in a clause Dysceyue all the rytes and the guyse And eke I wante connynge to deuyse How some there were with blode encence & mylke And some with floures swete and soft as sylke And some with sparowes and doues whyte That for to gan them delyte Unto the goddesse with syghe and prayer Them to relese of that they moost desyre That for the prees shortly to conclude I went my waye for the multytude Me for to refresshe out of prees alone And by myselfe me thought as I gan gone With in the estres and gan a whyle tarye I sawe a man that walked all solytary That as me semed for heuynes and dole Hym to complayne that he walked so sole Without espyenge of ony other wyght And yf I shall dyscryue hym a ryght Yf that he had not be in heuynes Me thought he was / to speke of semelynes Of shap of fourme / and also of stature The moost passynge / that euer yet nature Made in her werkes / and lyke to be a man And therwith all as I reherce can Of face and chere the moost gracyous To be byloued happy and ewrous But as it semed out ward by his chere That he complayned for lacke of his desyre For by hymselfe as he walked vp and down I herde hym make a lamentacyon And sayd alas / what thyng may this be That now am bounde that whilom was fre And went at large at myn eleccyon Now am I caught vnder subieccyon For to become a very homagere To god of loue / where or I cam here Felte in myn herte / nought of loues payne But now of new / within her fyry chayne I am enbrased soo that I may not stryue To serue and loue while I am on lyue The goodly fresshe in the temple yonder I sawe right now / that I had wonder However god / for to reke all Myght make a thynge soo celestyall Soo angelyke on erthe to appere For within the stremes of her eyen clere I am wounded euen to the hert That fro the deth I may not astert And moost I meruayle that soo sodeynly I was soo yelde to be at her mercy Whether that she lyst me to lyue or deye Withoute more / I must her lust obeye And take mekely my sodeyn auenture For syth my lyf my deth / and eke my cure Is in her hand it wyll not auaylle To grutche agayn / for of this bataylle The palme is hers / and playnly the vyctorye If I rebelled honour none ne glorye I myght not in ony wyle acheue Syth I am yelden / how shold I thenne preue To reaue away / I wote hit wyll not be Though I be loos / at large I may not flee O god of loue how sharp is now thyn arowe Now mayst thou now soo cruelly & soo narowe Withoute cause hurte me and wounde And takest none hede my sorowes to founde But lyke a byrde that fleeth at her desyre Tyll sodeynly within the pantyre She is caught though late she was at large A new tempest forcasteth now my barge Now vp now doun / with wynde it is so blowe Soo am I tossed and almost ouerthrowe Ferdryue in derkenes of many sondry wawe Alas whan shall this tempest ouerdrawe To clere the skyes of myn aduersyte The lode sterre what that I ne may see It is soo hyd with clowdes that be blacke Alas whan wyll this torment ouerslacke I can not wyte / for who is hurt of newe And bledeth in ward tyll he were pale of hewe And hath his wound inwardly fresshe & grene And it is not knowen vnto the harmes kene Of myghty cupyde that can soo hertes daunte That no man in his warre dare hym vaunte To gete a pryce but oonly by mekenes For there ne vayleth stryue ne sturdynes Soo maye I saye that with a loke am yolde And have no power to stryue though I wolde Thus stonde I euer betwix lyf and deth To loue and serue whyle I have breth In suche a place where I dare not playne Lyke hym that is in torment and in payne And knoweth not to whom to discure For there that I haue holy set my cure I dare not well for drede ne for daunger And for vnknowen tellen how the fyre Of loues bronde is kyndled in my breste Thus am I murdred and slayn atte leste Soo pryuely within my thought O lady venus whom I haue sought Soo wysshe me now what me is best to doo That am distraught with my selfe soo That I ne wote what waye for to torne Sauf by my selfe soleyn for to morne Hangyng in balance betwixe hope and drede Without comforte remedye or rede For hope biddeth pursue and assaye And agayn ward drede answerth naye And now with hope I am set a lofte But drede and daunger hard & nothyng softe Hath ouerthrowe my trust and put a doun Now at my large / now fetred in prysoun Now in torment / now in souerayn glorye Now in paradyse and now in purgatorye As man dispayred in a double werre Borne up with hope / & thenne anone daunger Me draweth a backe / and sayth it shall not be For where as I of myne aduersyte Am bolde som whyle mercy to requyre Thenne cometh dispair & begynneth me to lere A newe lesson to hope full the contrarye They ben soo dyuerse they wyll do me varye And thus I stande dismayed in a traunce For whan hope were lykly me tauaunce For drede I tremble & dare one word not speke And yf hit soo be / that I not outbreke To tell the harmes that greuen me soo sore But in myselfe lencrece them more and more And to be slayn fully me delyte When of my deth she is noo thynge to wyte For but yf she the contreynt playnly knowe How shold she euer / on my paynes rue Thus oft tyme with hope I am meuyd To tell her all / how I am greuyd And to be hardy on me for to take To axe mercy / but drede doth me thenne a wake And thenne wanhope answeryth me agayn That better were that she haue disdayne To deye attones unknowen of ony wyght And therwith all biddeth hope anone ryght Me to be bolde and praye her of grace And syth all vertues be portreyd in her face Hit were not syttyng / that pyte were behynde And right anone within my selfe I fynde A newe plee brought on me with drede That me soo maseth that I see noo spede By cause he sayd that stonyeth all my blood I am soo symple and she is soo good Thus hope and drede in me wyll not seace To plete and stryue my harmes to encreace But at hardest yet or I be dede Of my distresse syth I can noo rede But stande doun styll as ony stone To fore the goddesse I wyll me haste anone And complayne withoute more sermon Though deth be fyn and full conclusyon Of my request / yet I wyll assaye And right anone me thought I saye This wofull man as I have me morye Full lowly entre in to an oratorye And kneled adoun in full humble wyse To fore the goddesse and gan anone deuyse His pyteous quarell with a dolefull chere Saynge ryght thus as ye shall here

¶ The complaynt of the man Redresse of sorowe o Citherea That wyth the stremes of thy plesaunt hete Gladest the Mounte of all Cirrea Where thou haste chosen thy paleys and sete Whos bryght beames ben wesshen and wete In the Reuer of Elycon the welle Have now pyte of that I shall you tell And not disdayne ye of your benygnyte My mortall woo O lady myne Goddesse Of grace and bounte and mercyfull pyte Benygnely to helpe and to redresse And though soo be I can not well expresse The greuous harmes that I fele in my herte Haue neuer yet the lesse mercy of my smerte This is to sayne O clere heuens lyght That next the sonne sercled haue your spere Syth ye me hurte with your dredfull myght By infulgence of your beames clere And that I by your seruyce now soo dere As ye me brought in to this maladye Be ye gracyous and shape ye remedye For in you hooly lyeth helpe of all this care And knowe best my sorowe and all my payne For drede of deth / how I ne dare alas To axen mercy ones / ne me complayne Now with your fyre hert soo constrayne Withoute more or I deye atte leste That she may wyte what is my requeste Now I noo thyng in all this world desyre But for to serue fully to myn ende That foodly fresshe soo womanly of chere Withoute chaunge while I haue lyf & mynde And that ye wold suche grace sende Of my seruyse that she not disdeyne Sythen her to serue I may not me restreyne And syth that hope me hath yeuen hardynes To loue her best and neuer to repente Whiles that I lyue with all my besynes To drede & serue / though daunger neuer assente And here vpon ye knowe myn entente How I haue vowed fully in my mynde To be her man / though I noo mercy fynde For in my hert enprynted is soo sore Her shap her forme and all her semelynes Her porte her chere / her godenes more & more Her womanhed and eke her gentylnes Her trouth / her fayth and her kyndnes With all vertues eche set in her degree Ther is noo lacke / sauyng oonly of pyte Her sad demenyng of wyll not varyable Of loke benygne / and rote of all plesaunce And exemplayre to all that wyll be stable Discrete prudence of wysdom suffysaunce Myrour of wytte ground of gouernaunce A world of beaute compassed in her face Whos persant loke doth thurgh my hert race ; And ouer this wonder secrete and true A well of fredome and right bounteuous And euer encrecyng in vertue newe and newe Of speche goodly / and wonder gracyous Deuoyde of pryde / to poore not dyspytous And yf that I shortely shall not feyne Saue vpon mercy I noo thyng complayne What wonder thene / thought I be with drede Inly supprysed for to axely grace Of her that is quene of womanhede For well I wote in soo hyghe a place It wyll not be / therfore I ouer pace And take lowly what woo I endure Tyll she of pyte me take to her cure But one auowe playnly here I make That whether soo be / she doo me lyf or deye I wyll not grutche / but humbly it take And thanke god and wylfully obeye For by my trouth my hert shall neuer reneye For lyf ne deth mercy ne daunger Of wyll and thought to be at her desyre To ben as trewe as euer was Anthonyus To Cleopatre whyle hym lasted breth Or on to Thesbe yonge Pyramus That was faythfull found tyll theym departed deth Right soo shall I tyll Antropos me sleeth For wele or woo her faythfull man be found Unto my last / lyke as my hert is bound To loue as well as dyde Achylles Unto his laste the fayre Polixene Or as the grete famous Hercules For Dianyre that felte the shote kene Right soo shall I saye right as I mene Whyle that I lyue / her bothe drede and serue For lacke of mercy though she doo me sterue Now lady Venus to whom no thyng vnknowe Is in the worlde hyde / ne nought may be For there nys thynge neyther hye ne lowe May be counceyled from your pryuete Fro whome my meuynge is not nowe secret But wytte fully that myne entent is true And lyke my trouth nowe on my payne rue For more of grace than of presumpcyon I axe mercy and nothynge of dute Of lowly humbles without offencyon That ye enclyne of your benygnyte Your audyence vnto my humylyte To graunt me that to you I clepe and call Some daye relees yet of my paynes all And syth ye haue the guerdon and the mede Of all louers playnly in your honde Now of grace and pyte take ye hede Of my dystres that am vnder your bonde So lowly bounde as ye well vnderstonde In that place where I toke fyrst my wounde Of pyte suffre ye my helth may be founde That lyke as she me hurte with a sygh : Ryght so with helth lette me her sustene And as the stremes of her euen bryght Somtyme my herte with woundes sharp & kene Thrugh persed haue & yet be fresshe and grene So as she me hurte / lette her me socour Or elles certayne I may not longe endure For lacke of speche I can say you no more I haue mater but I can not playne My wytte is dull to tell all my sore A mouth I haue and yet for all my payne For wante of wordes I may not nowe attayne To tell halfe that doth my herte greue Mercy abydynge tyll she me lyst releue But this th effecte of my mater fynall With deth or mercy relees for to fynde For herte body thought lyfe lust and all With all my reason and all my full mynde And fyue wyttes of one assent I bynde To her seruyse with out ony stryfe And make her pryncesse of my deth or lyfe And now I pray of reuth and eke pyte O goodly planet o lady Uenus bryght That ye your sone of his deyte Cupyde I mene that with his dredfull myght And with his bronde that is so clere of lyght Herte so to fyre and to marke As ye me somtyme brent with a sparke That lyke wyse and with the same fyre She may be it as I nowe brenne and melte So that her herte be flāmed with desyre That she may knowe by feruence how I swelte For pyte playnly yf she felte The selfe hete that doth myn herte enbrace I hope of reuth she wyll do me grace And there with all Uenus as we thought Towardes this man full benygnely Can caste her eye lyke as that she rought Of his dysease and sayd full goodly Syth it is so that thou so humbly Without grutchynge out hestes lyst obeye Towarde thyne helpe I wyll anone purueye And also my sone Cupyde that is so blynde He shal be helpynge fully to performe Your hole desyre that no thynge be behynde Ne shall be lefte so we shall reforme This pyteous complaynt that maketh the to morne That she for whome thou sorowest moost in herte Shall thrugh her mercy releace all thy smerte Whan she seeth tyme thrugh her purueaunce Be not to hasty but suffre all thynge we le For in abydynge thrugh lowly obeyssaunce Lyeth full redres of all that ye nowe fele And she shall be as trewe as ony stele To you alone by our myght and grace Yf ye lyst mekely abyde a lytell space But vnderstande ye that all her cherysynge Shall be grounded vpon honeste That no wyght shall by ony rehersynge Deme amys of her in no degre For neyther mercy reuth nor pyte She shall not haue ne take of the none hede Ferther than longeth vnto her womanhede Be not astonyed of no wylfulnes Ne not despeyred of this dissolucyon Lete reson brydle lust by buxumnes Withoute grutchyng or rebellyon For Joye shall folowe all this passyon For who can suffer torment and endure Ne maye not faylle but folowe shall his cure For to fore all she shall the loue best So shall I her without offencyon By Influence enspyre in her brest In honest wyse and full entencyon For to enclyne by clene affeccyon Her herte fully on the to haue reuthe By cause I knowe that thou menest treuthe Go now to her where she standes a syde With humble chere & put the in her grace And all before lette hope be thy guyde And though that drede wolde with the pace Itsytteth well but loke that thou arace Out of thyn herte wanhope and dyspeyr To her presence or thou haue repayre And mercy fyrste shall thy waye make And honest menne afore do thy message To make pyte in her herte awake And secretnes to further thy vyage With humble porte to her that is so sage Shall meanes be / and I my selfe also Shall the forne or thy tale be done Go forth anone / and be ryght good of chere For specheles nothynge may you spede Be good of trust and be no thynge in were Syth I my selfe shall helpe in this nede For at leest of her goodlyhede She shall to the her audyence enclyne And lowly to her tyll thou thy tale fyne For well thou wotest yf I shall not feyne Without speche thou mayst no mercy haue For who that wyll of his pryue payne Fully be cured his lyfe to helpe and saue He must mekely out of his herte graue Dyscure his wounde and shewe it his leche Or elles deye for defaute of speche For he that is in myscheyf reklees To seche helpe I holde hym a wretche And she ne may thyn herte brynge in peas But yf thy complaynt to her herte stretche Woldest thou be cured and wylte no salue fetche It wyll not be for no wyght may atteyne To come to blysse yf he lyst lyue in payne Therfore at ones go forth in humble wyse Tofore thy lady and lowly knele a downe And in all trouth thy wordes so deuyse That she ou the haue compassyon For she that is of so hye renowne In all vertues as quene and souerayne Of womanhede shall rewe on thy payne And whan the goddesse this lesson had tolde A boute me so gan I beholde Ryght so astonyed stode in a traunce To see the maner and countenaunce And all the chere of this wofull man That was of hewe deedly pale and wan With drede supprysed in his owne thought Makynge chere as though he rought nought Of lyfe ne deth ne what so hym betyde So moche fere he had on euery syde To put hym forth for to tell his payne Unto his lady other to complayne What woo he ledde torment or dysease What deedly sorowe his herte dyde sese For reuth of whiche his woes I endyte My penne I fele quake as I wryte Of hym I hadde so grete compassyon For to reherce his weymentacyon That vnneth though with myselfe I stryue I lacke connynge his paynes to dyscryue Alas to whome shall I for helpe calle Not to the muses for cause they ben all Helpe of ryght in Ioye and not in woo And in maters that they delyte also Wherfore they nyll as nowe dyrecte my style Nor me enspyre alas the harde whyle I can no further but to Thesyphon And to her syster to call helpe vpon That be goddesses of torment and payne Now lette your teres in to myn ynke reyne With wofull wordes my paper for to blotte This wofull mater to paynt not but spotte To tell the maner of this dredefull man Upon his complaynt whan he fyrste began To tell his lady whan he gan declare His hyd sorowes and his euyll fare That his herte constreyned so sore Th effecte of whiche was this without more Pryncesse of youth and flour of gentylnes Ensample of vertue grounde of curtesye Of beaute rote quene and eke maystres To all women how they shall them gye And sothfast myrrour texemplefye The ryght way of porte and of womanhede What I shall saye of mercy take ye hede Besechynge vnto your hye nobles With quakynge herte of my Inwarde drede Of grace and pyte and not of ryghtwysnes Of very reuth to helpen this nede This is to say O well of goodlyhede That I ne recke though ye do me deye So ye lyst fyrste to here what I seye

The dredefull stroke the grete force & myght Of good Cupyde that no man may rebell So Inwardly thrugh out my herte ryght I perced hath that I ne may councell Myn hyd wounde ne I ne may apele Unto no gretter this myghty god so faste You to serue hath me bounde vnto my laste My herte and all without stryfe ar yolde For lyfe or deth to your seruyse alone Ryght as the goddesse myghty Venus wolde Tofore her mekely whan I made my mone She me constreyned without chaunge anone To your seruyse and neuer for to fayne Wherso euer ye lyst to do me ease or payne So that I can nothynge but mercy crye Of you my lady and chaunge for no newe That ye lyst goodly tofore or that I deye Of very reuth vpon my paynes rewe For by my trouth and ye my paynes knewe What is the cause of myn aduersyte On my dysease ye wolde haue pyte For vnto you trewe and eke secre I wyll be founde to serue as I best can And therwith all as lowly in eche degre To you be alone as euer yet was man Unto his lady from the tyme I began And shall so forth withouten ony slouth Whyles that I lyue by god and by my trouth For lyuer I had to deye sodaynly Than you offence in ony maner wyse And suffre paynes inwarde pryuely Than my seruyse as now ye sholde despyse For I ryght nought wyll axe in no wyse But for your seruaunt ye wolde me accepte And whan I trespace goodly me correcte And for to graunte of mercy the prayes Only of grace and womanly pyte From day to day that I myght lete You for to plese / and therwith all that ye Whan I doo mys / lyst for to teche me In your seruyse how that I may amende From hensforth and neuer you offende For vnto me it doth ynough suffyse That for your man ye wold me receyue Fully to be as ye lyst deuyse And as ferforth as my wyttes can conceyue And therwith all lyke as ye preue That I be true / to guerdone me of grace Or ellys to punysshe after my trespace And yf soo be that I may not atteyne Unto your mercy / yet graunte atte leste In your seruyse for all my woo and payne That I may deyen after my beheste This is all and some the fyn of my request Eyther with mercy your seruaunt to saue Or mercyles that I may be begraue And whan this benygne of her entente true Conceyued hath the complaynt of this man Right as the fresse rody Rose newe Of her colour to wexen she began Her bloode astonyed soo from her hert it ran In to her face of very femynyte Thurgh honest drede abasshed was she And humbly she began her eyen caste To wardes hym of hyr benygnyte Soo that noo word by her lyppes paste For hast nor drede mercy ne pyte For soo demened she was in honeste That vndeuysed noo thyng fro her stert Soo moche of reson was compassed in hert Tyll atte last of whiche she did abrayd Whan she his trouthe and menyng dit fele And vnto hym full goodly spake and sayd Of your behest and your menyng wele And your seruyse soo faythfull euery dele Whiche vnto me soo lowly now ye offre With all my hert / I thanke you of your profer That for soo moche your entent is sette Oonly in vertue I brydled vnder drede Ye must of right nedis fare the bet Of your request / and the better spede But as for me I may of womanhede Noo ferther graunte to you in myn entente Than as my lady Uenus wyll assente For she well knoweth I am not at my large To doon right nought but by her ordinaunce Soo am I drowned vnder her drede full charge Her lyste t obey withoute varyaunce But for my parte soo it be pleaunce Unto the goddesse for trouth in your empryse I you accepte fully to my seruyse For she my herte hath in subieccyon Whiche holy is yours and neuer shall repete In thought nor dede in myn eleccyon Wytnes on Uenus that knoweth myn entent Fully to beye hyr dome and Iugement Soo as hyr lyste dispose and ordeyne Right as she knoweth the trought of vs tweyne For vnto the tyme that Uenus lyst prouyde To shape a waye for our hertes ease Bothe ye and I mekely must abyde To take at gree / and not of our disease To grutche agayn tyll that she lyst t appease Our hyd woo soo Inly that constreyneth From day to day and our hertes peyneth For in abydyng of woo and all affraye Who soo can suffre is founden remedye And for the beste full ofte is made delaye Er man behelde of theyr maladye Wherfore as Ueuus lyst this mater to gye Lete vs agree / and take all for the best Tyll her lyst sette bothe our hertes in rest For she is that byndeth and can constreyn Hertes in one / this fortunate planete And can releace louers of her peyne To turne fully her bytter in to swete Now blysfull goddes doun fro thy sterry sete Us to fortun̄e cast your stremes shene Lyke as ye knowe / that we trouth mene And therwith all as I myn eyen caste Fo to perceyue the maner of these sweyne To fore the goddesse mekely as they paste Me thought I sawe with a golden cheyne Uenus / anone enbrace and constreyne Her bothe hertes in one / for to perseuere Whiles that they lyue / and neuer to disseuere Sayeng right thus with a benygne chere Syth it is soo / ye be vnder my myght My wyll is thus / that ye my doughter dere Full accepte this man as it is right Tnto your grace anone here in my syght That euer hath ben soo lowly you to serue It is good skyll your thanke that he deserue Your honour sauf and also your womanhede Hym to cherysshe / it sytteth you right welle Syth he is bounde vnder hope and drede Amyd my cheyne that forged is of stele Ye must of mercy shape that ye fele In you some grace of his long seruyse And that in hast lyke as I shall deuyse This is to say that ye take hede How he to yow oft fayth full and true Of all your seruauntes / & noo thyng for his mede Of you ne asketh / but ye on hym rue For he vowed hath to chaunge for no newe For lyfe ne deth for Ioye ne for payne As to be yours so as ye lyst ordayne Wherfore ye must or elles it were wronge Unto your grace fully hym receyue In my presence bycause he hath so longe Holy ben yours as ye may conceyue That from mercy yf ye hym weyue I wyll myselfe recorde cruelte In your persone and grete lacke of pyte Lete hym for his trouth fynde then agayne For longe seruyse guerdon hym with grace And lette your pyte weye downe his payne For tyme is now daunger to arace Out of your herte and mercy in to space And loue for loue wolde well biseme To yeue agayne and this I playnly deme And as for hym I wyll be his borowe Of lowlyhede and besy attendaunce How he shall be both eue and morowe Full dylygent to do his obseruaunce And euer awaytynge you to do pleasaunce Wherfore my sone lysten and take hede Fully to obeye as I shall the rede And fyrst of all my wyll is that thou be Faythfull in herte and constante as a wall Trewe humble meke and therwith all secre Without chaunge in partye or in all And for no torment that the falle shall Tempest the not but euer in stedfastnes Bote thyne herte and voyde doublenes And ferthermore haue in reuerence These women all for thy lady sake And suffer neuer that men them do offence For loue of one but euer vndertake Them to defende whether they slepe or wake And ay be redy to holde them partye Ayenst all tho that to them haue enuye Be curteys ay and louly of thy speche To ryche and poore ay fresshe and well besyne And euer besy wayes for to seche All true louers to releace or theyr payne Syth thou arte one & of no wyght haue dysdayne For loue hath power hertes for to daunt And neuer for cherysshynge the to moche auaunt Be lusty eke voyde of all trystesse And take no thought but euer be Iocunde And not to pensyf for none heuynes And with thy gladnes lette sadnes ay be founde Whan wo approcheth lette myrth moost habound As manhode axeth and though thou fele smerte . Lette not to many knowe of thyn herte And all vertues besely thou sue Uyces eschewe for the loue of one And for no tales thyn herte not renewe Worde is but wynde that shall sone be gone What euer thou here be dombe as ony stone And to answere to sone not the delyte For here she standeth that all this shall the quyte . And whether thou be absent or in presence None others beaute lette in thy herte myne Syth I haue yeue her of beaute excellence Aboue all other in vertu for to shyne And thynke how in fyre men are wonte to fyne This pured golde to put it in assaye So to the proue thou art put in delaye But tyme shall come thou shalte for thy suffraunce Be well apayd and take for thy mede Thy lyues Ioye and all thy suffysaunce So that good hope alwaye thy brydell lede Lette no dyspayt hyndre the with drede But ay thy trust vpon her mercy grounde Syth none but she may thy sorowe sounde Eche hour and tyme weke day and yere Be lyke faythfull and vary not for lyte Abyde a whyle and then of thy delyre The tyme nygheth that shall the moost delyte And lette no sorowe in thy herte byte For no dyfferrynge syth thou for thy mede Shall reioyse in peas the flout of womanhede Thynke how she is this worldes sonne & lyght The sterre of beaute the floure eke of fayrnes Both crop and rote and ete the rubye bryght Hertes to glade ytroubled with derkenes And how I haue made her thyne hertes empresse Be glad therfore to be vnder her bonde Now come nere doughter & take him by the honde Unto this fyn that after all these shours Of his torment he may be glad and lyght Whan by your grace ye take hym to be yours For euermore anone here in my syght And eke I wyll also as it is ryght Without more his langour for to lysse In my presence anone that ye hym kysse That there maye be of all your olde smertes A full relees vnder Ioye assured And that one locke be of your bothe hertes Shytte with my keye of golde so well pured Only in sygne that ye haue recured Your hole desyre here in this holy place Within my temple nowe in the yere of grace Eternally be bounde of assuraunce The knot is knytte that maye not be vnbounde That all the goddes of this allyaunce Saturne Juno and Mars as it is founde And eke Cupyde that fyrste dyd you wounde Shall bere recorde / and euermore be wreke On whiche of you his trouth fyrste breke So that by aspectes of theyr fyry lokes Without mercy shall fall the vengeaunce For to be raced clene out of my bokes On whiche of you be founde of varyaunce Therfore attones set your pleasaunce Fully to be whyle ye haue lyfe and mynde Of one accorde vnto your lyues ende That yf the spyryte of newfanglenes In ony wyse your hertes wolde assayll To meue or styre to brynge in doublenes Upon your trouth to gyue a batayll Lete not your courage ne your force fayll Nor none assaultes you flytten or remeue For vnassayed no man may trouth preue For whyte is whyter yf it be set by blacke And swete is sweter after bytternes And falshed euer is dryuen and put abacke Where trouth is roted without falsnes Withoue proue there may be no sekernes Of loue or hate and therfore of you twoo Shall loue be more / for it was bought with woo And euery thynge is had more in deute And more of pryce whan it is dere bought And eke loue stondeth more in seurte Whan it is tofore with payne woo & thought Conquered was fyrst whan it was sought And euery conquest hath his excellence In his poursute as it fyndeth resystence And soo to you more sote and agreable Shall loue be founde I doo you playnly assure Withoute grutchyng that ye were suffrable Soo lowe soo meke pacyently to endure That all atones I shall doo now my cure For now and ever your hertes soo to bynde That nought but deth shall the knot vnbynde Now in this mater what shold I lenger dwell Come ye attones and doo as I haue sayd And fyrst my doughter that are of bounte well In hert and thought be glad and well apayd To doo hym grace that shall and hath obeyd Your lustes euer / and I wyll for his sake Of trough to you be bounde and undertake And soo forth within presence as they stond To fore the goddes this fayre and wele Her humble seruaunt toke goodly by the hond As he tofore her / mekely dyd knele And kyssed hym after fulfyllyng euery dele From poynt to poynt in full thryfty wyse As ye to forn had Uenus herd deuyse Thus is this man to Ioye and all plesaunce From heuynes and from his paynes olde Full reconcyled / and hath full suffesaunce Of her that euer men well and wolde That in good fayth and I tell sholde The in ward myrthes dyd her hertes brace For all my lyf to tell / it were to lytyll space For he hath wonne her that he loueth best And she to grace hath take hym of pyte And thus theyr hertes ben both set in rest Without chaunge or mutabylyte And Venus hath of her benygnyte Confermed all what shall I lenger tary These tweyne in one and neuerto vary That for the Ioye in the temple aboue Of this accorde by grete solempnyte Was laude and honour within and without Gyue to Venus and to the deyte Of god Cupide so that Calyope And all her systerne in theyr armonye Swete with theyr songes the goddes to magnefye And all at ones with notes loude and sharpe They dyd her honour and reuerence And Orpheus amonge them with his harpe Can strynges touche with his dylygence And Amphyon that hath suche excellence Of musyke ay dyd his besynesse To please the quene Uenus and goddesse Only for cause of the affynyte Betwyx these two not lusty to dysceuere And every louer rf lowe and hye degre Can Uenus praye fro thens forth and ever That hole of them the loue may perseuere Withouten ende in suche wyse as they gonne And more encrece that it of harde was wonne And the goddes herynge this request As she that knewe the clene entencyon Of both them tweyne made a byhest Perpetually by confyrmacyon Whyles they lyue of one affeccyon They shall endure there is no more to sayne That neyther shall haue mater to complayne So ferforth euermore in our eternall se The goddes haue in our presence Fully deuysed thrugh theyr deyte And holy concluded by theyr Influence That by theyr myght and Iuste prudence The loue of them by grace and eke fortune Without chaunge shall euermore contune Of whiche graunt the Temple enuyron Thrugh hye comfort of them that were present Anone was gone with a melodyous sowne An name of tho that trouth in loue mente A balade newe in full good entent Tofore the goddes with notes loude and clere Syngynge ryght this anone as ye shall here Fayrest of sterres that with your persaunt lyght And with the cherysshynge of your stremes clere Cause in loue hertes to be lyght Only by shynynge of your glad spere Now laude and pryce o lady Uenus dere Be to your name that haue without synne This man fortuned his lady for to wynne Wylly planete O esperous so bryght That wofull hertes can apese and stere And euer are redy by your grace and myght To helpe all tho that by loue so dere And haue power hertes to sette on fyre Honour to you of all that ben here Inne That haue this man his lady made to wynne O myghty goddesse day sterre after nyght Gladdynge the morowe whan ye do appere To voyde derkenes by fresshenes of your lyght Only with twynklynge of your pleasaunt chere . To you we thanke louers that ben here That ye this man and neuer for to twynne Fortuned haue his lady for to wynne

And with the noyse and heuenly melodye With that they made in theyr armouye Thrughe out the temple for this mannes sake Out of my slepe anone I dyd awake And for astonyed knewe as tho no rede For sodayne chaunge oppressed with drede My thought was cast in a traunce So clene away was tho my remembraunce Of all my dreme wherof frete thought and wo I hadde in herte and nyst what was to do For heuynes that I had lost the syght Of her that I all the longe nyght Had dremed of in myn aduysyon Whereof I made grete lamentacyon Bycause I had never in my lyf beforne Sawe none so fayre syth that I was borne For loue of whome so as I can endyte I purpose here to make and wryte A lytell treatyse and processe make In pryce of women oonly for her sake Them to commende as it is skyll and ryght For her goodnes with all my myght Praynge to her that is so bounteuous So full of vertue and so gracyous Of womanhede and mercyfull pyte This symple treatyse for to take in gre Tyll I haue leyzer unto her hye renoun For to expowne my forsayd vysyoun And tell in playne the sygnefyaunce As it cometh to my remembraunce So that hereafter my lady may it loke Now go thy waye thou lytell rude boke To her presence as I the commaunde And fyrste of all thou me rec̄omaunde Unto her and to her excellence And praye to her it be none offence Yf ony worde in the be myssayd Besechynge her she be not euyll apayd For as her lyst I wyll the efte correcte Whan that her lyketh agaynwarde the dyrecte I mene that benygne and goodly of face Now go thy waye and put the in her grace

¶ Duodecim abusiones Rex sine sapientia . Episcopus sine doctrina . Dominus sine consilo . Mulier sine castitate . Miles sine probitate . Iudex sine Iusticia . Diues sine elemosina . Populus sine lege . Senex sine religiose Seruus sine timore . Pauper superbus Adolescens sine obedientia Go forth kynge rule the by sapyence Bysshop be able to mynyster doctrine Lorde to trewe counsell gyue audyence Womanhede to chastyte euer enclyne Knyght lette thy dedes worshyp determyne Be ryghtwyse Juge in sauynge thy name Ryche do almes lest thou lese blysse with shame People obeye your kynge and the lawe Age be thou ruled by good relygyon Trewe seruaunt be dredful & kepe the vnder awe . And thou poore fye on presumpcyon Inobedyence to youth is utter destruccyon Remembre you howe god hath sette you lo And do your parte as ye are ordeyned to ¶ There endeth the temple of Glas Enprynted in London in Flete strete in the sygne of the sonne , by Wynkyn de Worde .

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