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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A19315) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 5332) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 133:04) A complaynt of them that be to soone maryed Copland, Robert, fl. 1508-1547. Gringore, Pierre, ca. 1475-1538?, attributed name. [16] p. Fynysshed and done the yere of our lorde a thousande. CCCCC. and. xxxv. at London enprynted also by Wynkyn de Worde in fletestrete at the sygne of the son, [[London] : [1535]] Sometimes attributed to Pierre Gringore. Translated by Robert Copland, whose name appears in acrostic on B4r-v. In verse. With a title-page woodcut. Imprint from colophon. Signatures: A-B⁴. Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. eng Marriage -- Poetry. Marriage -- Early works to 1800. eebo A complaynt of them that be to soone maryed. [no entry] 1535 18 2695 1 0 0 0 0 0 3.72 B The rate of 3.72 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the B category of texts with fewer than 10 defects per 10,000 words. 2005-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2005-09 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2005-10 Sampled and proofread 2005-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2006-01 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

A complaynt of them that be to soone maryed ,

For as moche as many folke there be That desyre the sacramente of weddynge Other wyll kepe them in vyrgynye And wyll in chastyte be lyuynge Therfore I wyll put now in wrytynge In what sorowe these men lede theyr lyues That to soone be coupled to cursed wyues NOw am I in grete myschefe and sorowe To soone I put my body in gage I lyue in care / nyght / euen / and morowe Lytell lacketh that I ne enrage To be to soone maryed I layde my gage Cursed be the tyme that I it euer knewe The deuyll haue his parte of maryage And of hym that me fyrste therto drewe My herte ryght yll dyd me counsell To a yonge woman me for to same To soone wedde there they dyd me compell Wherfore I holde my selfe in fame By god I swere and by his name I wyll all louers clene dyscourage That wolde not with there wyll take them a dame And put them selfe in suche domage Better it were to be a man sauage Than to be take in that ylke lase Gentell galauntes flee that passage Besyde that waye loke that ye passe Go out of that waye that wyll the chase Go out of that waye or ye be loste Go ye therfro / tourne ye your face Go frome that waye to another coste Go ye thense my frendes I you praye Go ye therfro I you do praye Go ye frome that hote flambe of fyre Go ye therfro as I you saye Or ye wyll repente an other daye Go ye therfro full loude I crye Go ye fro the bonde of welawaye Whiche is the arke of all folye Fle I praye you for goddes sake Fle this passage that is ryght daungerous Fle ye frome that peryllous lake Of muddy myre so clam and comberous Fle that darke place so myrke and tenebrous Fle fro that ylke cursed temptacyn I fynde it nothynge auauntagyous But it all tourneth in to perdycyon Alas my bretherne ye crysten men For god take ye in pacyence To heare the sorowe that I in ren For to acquyte my consyence I requyre you in the reuerence Of the swete vyrgyn mary For to eschewe all vnpacyence Loke to soone that ye not mary The wyse man vs ensygneth and saythe That none shulde other repreue Of any vyce / hurte / yll / or scathe That they se of hym morne or eue I saye it for I dyd my selfe meue To lerne to make playes Ioyous Kepe hym that wyll and me byleue For there maye be many enuyous Outragyous alas I dyde not thynke Thre tymes of that that I wolde do But hastely I dyde me clynke Vnto my wyll and wente therto Symple I was and humble also Euyll thought was not myne entent Now haue I for my laboure lo Anoye / thought / payne / and torment Thynke thou now what it is of seruyce Thynke also what it is of franchyse The seruytude of maryage Afore all other seruage lyse All wyse men dothe it despyse Let none take it nor other make For it is the moost fole enterpryse That ony man maye vndertake Take ye hede where that ye go Poore whystelers folysshe and sturdy Be not assoted nor peuysshe also So outragyus nor so hardy That for one dede ne for a crye Ye caste your selfe in suche a snare For ye shall not be wrynge nor wrye Come out therof therfore beware Better ye were withouten harme For to become a celestyne A grey frere Iacopyn or a carme An hermyte or a frere Austyne Fle ye therfro / ye seke your fyne And the abregmente of your dayes Wherfore do not your selfe enclyne To entre with ryght and other wayes Man the wiche hathe no tytell Nor seruytude by ony sent He is in his owne frewyll And at his good commaundemente Man maketh his auowe and talente For all that god hathe hym gyue By no maner for to consente For to bynde hym in seruytude to lyue Yf thou knowe what charge it is To take a wyfe and her to kepe So preest thou wolde not be ywys At suche a snare in for to crepe Nor let thy selfe so to be yclepe To be engloted in suche a clyfte Out of whiche thou mayste not pepe Tyll that she be broke and ryfte These relygyous maundiens May well an other order take So many chanons and dekenes Offycers theyr offyces may forsake None maye ayenste them noyse make But we the whiche ben maryed May nether mount nor yet downe slake So ben we in this poynt alyed It is well knyte that is so bounde That no man can it vndo In weddynge knote I haue me founde That I counde not from it go Yf I were lous no more ther to Wolde I retourne for so the certayne I rede them that hathe ben so Beware and go not to it agayne Certaynly I wyll not blame Maryage that god Instytued But honour it wihouten grame For the order sholde be worshypped And I haue me auaunced Than I ought for to speke more The charge to yll wyues be deled For I se euer eche daye wherfore And for to gyue you for to wyt The pouerte that therin is founde I ought well to dysprayse it For there I haue be bounde Alas my werke dyde lytell rebounde And lytell befell to me than Than to lerne I dyd recounde By my selfe or by some good man I nought I wende that I had lerned I thought that I was full sage But for all that I was clyked As a byrde is in a cage That hath nothynge auauntage But as longe as the cage maye dure In lyke wyse I am in maryage Enclosed nedes I must endure Endure I must who that nay saythe For to endure I and constraynt For I swere to you on my faythe The Ioye that I make it is but faynte I am so holden in fere and in craynt That I am worse than dyseased I am not come to that attaynt That I thought in tyme passed Whan that I was newely maryed I had good tyme aboute thre dayes I was not chyddene haryed I was fulfylled with loue rayes I made gambandes / lepes / and playes I helde me neyther nere ne ferre But soone ynoughe I had assayes Of sorowe and care that made me bare Rynnynge they came me to assayle On the other syde ryght asprely Full sore they made me to auayle Were it slepynge or wakyngly Thought alwaye was present me by And yet before me made frontere With them in theyr companye Greate charge whiche bare the baner About eyght dayes or soone after Our maryage the tyme for to passe My wyfe I toke and dyd set her Vpon my knee for to solace And began her for to enbrace Sayenge syster go get the tyme loste We must thynke to laboure a pace To recompence that it hathe vs coste Than for despyte she vp arose And drewe her faste behynde me To me sayenge is this the glose Alas pore caytyfe well I se That I neuer shall haue quod she With you more than payne and turmente I am in an euyll degre I haue now loste my sacramente For me be to longe with you here Alas I ought well for to thynke What we sholde do within ten yere Whan we shall haue at our herte brynke Many chyldren on for to thynke And crye after vs without fayle For theyr meate and theyr drynke Than shall it be no meruayle Cursed be the houre that I ne was Made a none in some cloyster Neuer there for to passe Or had be made some syster In seruage with a clousterer It is not eyght dayes sythe oure weddynge That we two togyther were By god ye speke to soone of werkynge But syr sythe it dothe you please It pleaseth me as is reason Your wyll dothe not me dysplease It pleaseth me at eche ceason Ye be syr of this mansyon And I am your chambere I wolde fayne fynde some enchesom That lyenge deed I were on bere Wolde to god that I were deed Than sholde ye be quyte of me In lytell whyle knowe you I dyde And neyther I perceyue nor se Ne knowe how that reason sholde be That to me ye speke of that wyrke By my soule I se at the eye That of you I shall haue but yrke For god syr aduyse you well That I dyde neuer besynesse In the house there as I dyde dwell Many there were that put them in prese Me for to loue aboue excesse And yet I put them all awaye Thoughe they had moche greate rychesse No man but you was to my paye Am I of suche lygnage comen For to haue payne and greate trauayle I that was so derely holden And neuer loked for none auayle No that thynge sholde me prouayle I was wonte but to go and playe Daunce and synge at eche spousayle And ye frome me put all that awaye Thanked be god ye haue had of me Of ryche cheuaunce good and fayre Golde and syluer greate plente Rentes and herytage you to prepayre In all this countre there is none ayre Be ye neuer so ryche of lynage But he myght of that affayre Make ryche all his parentage I do not saye that ye were dygne To haue one ten tymes better than I Alas ye shewed vnto me sygne Of greate grace welth and curteysy That whan I herde ony company That spake of you in ony place I had my herte rauysshed truely For greate pleasure and solace whan she had made her complaynt Lyke an woman all an angred She than seased vnder a faynt Full of sorowe and all be weped The daye and houre there she cursed with a tryste herte wryngynge her hande That euer she was nourysshed For to espouse suche an husbande whan that I herde and vnderstode That the whiche she me reproched I was abasshed and styll stode And durst not to her be approched Her tonge towarde me was declyned I wote not where that she had fysshte The wordes that she there dysgorged That I was fayne to be whysshte In this sayd dolorous songe I dyde me put for to haue pease Force it was in to be thronge Yet wente I not in with myne ease But my wyfe me to dysplease Abode not longe for to perceyue The sorowe that dyde my herte peyse where throughe she dyde deceyue Than came her mother to hous That founde her how she was wepynge And soone she sayd my nowne sone dous Why maketh she that waymentynge And sayd it was not her lernynge To haue her doughter so to be chydde And that she had a perceyuynge That I had her so an angred By my faythe sayd I good mother Nought haue I done nor her myssayde Serue her I wyll as my syster With good herte and wyll puruayed For ayenst her I nothynge sayd But that wayes we muste fynde Vs for to store and she me nayed I I wys she hath to iyrse a mynde By god my fayre sone you ne ought So alwaye for to threten her For ywys she was neuer taught For to werke therfore dele softer But she wyll do well here after Wherfore speke no more I you praye Neuer was I in suche daungere Wherfore I thanke god nyght and daye Than cometh her cosyns also For to complysshe my passyon Her gosseps and her neyghboures to Semblynge lyke a prosessyon God knewe what desstruccyon Drynkynge my wyne all at theyr ease All thynge goeth to perdycyon Neuertheles I muste holde my pease To a feest they brought me on a daye Aboute two or thre myle hense God knoweth what great Ioye led they Takynge lytell intellygence Her frendes lede her at myne expence How that the game goeth they ne care I saye that by experyence It wyll make a man all threde bare Now muste they make a pylgrymage To saynt Lenarde or saynt Laurence For good they be for the grete rage That they haue / as I maye purpence Who maye than haue ony pacyence For to se suche derysyon Trottynge alwaye without resystence And not kypynge theyr mansyon Than must they haue newe habytes Gownes and other abyllementes Kynges of of golde perles and cresolytes Bedes and gyrdelles with longe pendentes I haue nether hous ne rentes Wheron that I maye lyue A man with many suche paymentes Maye lyue longe or euer he may thryue wene ye that they take ony kepe How that syluer is spente anone The deuyll brenne them on an hepe Them and all theyr opynyon we gyue to them suche abandon Be they fayre or be they foule That we haue therfore suche guerdon That we be caytyses be my soule Almyghty god gyue me suffraunce For I am sore passyoned with payne / sorowe / and dystourbaunce As moche as ony man hath suffred But sythe I am therto condempned I thanke our lorde of paradyse For therto I am ordeyned I se it is none otherwyse Consyderynge that I ne maye Hyte / nor ho auaunte / ne arere I wysshe my dethe euery daye Hyde me I muste neuer to appere In donge stynkynge neuer to come here Desyrynge dethe is my resorte Chowynge my bytte in this maner without bydynge ony comforte You the whiche are clene acquyted Praye ye for that pore caytyfe The whiche is all dysheryted And hathe yspended by his wyfe His good that neuer in his lyfe Shall be rendered to hym agayne Wherfore I maye with herte pensyfe Crye out alas and thus complayne I make an ende I lyue in greate martyre So do they that be to soone maryed The thynge that moost of all I desyre Is that they be ryght well haryed For by women men be so varyed Eche leseth his vnderstondynge Wherfore I wyll that they be for prayde That god gyue them sorowe euerlastynge For suche is my dyssynement And wyll proue it before our lorde That women ben abusement All aboute in playe / stryfe / and borde To soone maryed maye mete accorde Vnto them wolde I or naye I leue them here at this sayd worde And no more of them wyll I saye Ryght dere frendes louely I do you submite Of my fyrst werke in to correccyon But myne owne wyll can not as yet Endewe ony thynge of myne intencyon Rather I wyll abyde a lytell season Than to put my wytte afore intellygence Ventosyte must abyde dygestyon So I muste do or I come to eloquence Cunnynge must I haue fyrste of all Or that I come to perseueracyon Put forthe I wyll and than somwhat call Lernynge with good delyberacyon And than I wyll with good intencyon Note some werkes of god almyghty Desyrynge to come vnto his regyon Euer there for to dwell perdurably Here endeth a full dolefull complaynte Of many a man of there one concorde Lokynge with face pale wanne and faynte Cursynge the tyme of theyr accorde Fynysssed and done the yere of our lorde A thousande . CCCCC . and .xxxv. at London Enprynted also by Wynkyn de Worde In fletestete at the sygne of the son

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