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Train wreck at Montparnasse (October 22, 1895) by Studio Lévy and Sons.
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Train wreck at Montparnasse (October 22, 1895) by Studio Lévy and Sons.

"The Pastime of Pleasure" is a poem by Stephen Hawes.

The First Part

Here begynneth the passe tyme of pleasure.

Ryyght myghty prynce / & redoubted souerayne Saylynge forthe well / in the shyppe of grace Ouer the wawes / of this lyfe vncertayne Ryght towarde heuen / to haue dwellynge place Grace dothe you guyde / in euery doubtfull cace Your gouernaunce / dothe euermore eschewe The synne of slouthe / enemy to vertewe Grace stereth well / the grace of god is grete Whiche you hathe brought / to your ryall se And in your ryght / it hath you surely sette Aboue vs all / to haue the soueraynte Whose worthy power / and regall dygnyte All our rancour / and our debate and ceace Hath to vs brought / bothe welthe reste and peace Frome whome dyscendeth / by the ryghtfull lyne Noble pryuce Henry / to succede the crowne That in his youthe / dothe so clerely shyne In euery vertu / castynge the vyce adowne He shall of fame / attayne the hye renowne No doubte but grace / shall hym well enclose Whiche by trewe ryght / sprange of the reed rose Your noble grace / and excellent hyenes For to accepte / I beseche ryght humbly This lytell boke / opprest with rudenes Without rethorycke / or colour crafty Nothynge I am / experte in poetry As the monke of Bury / floure of eloquence Whiche was in tyme / of grete excellence Of your predecessour / the .v. kynge henry Vnto whose grace / he dyde present Ryght famous bokes / of parfyte memory Of his faynynge with termes eloquent Whose fatall fyccyons / are yet permanent Grounded on reason / with clowdy fygures He cloked the trouthe / of all his scryptures The lyght of trouthe / I lacke connynge to cloke To drawe a curtayne / I dare not to presume Nor hyde my mater / with a mysty smoke My rudenes connynge / dothe so sore cōsume Yet as I maye / I shall blowe out a fume To hyde my mynde / vnderneth a fable By conuert colour / well and probable Besechynge your grace / to pardon myne ignoraunce Whiche this fayned fable / to eschewe ydlenesse Hane so compyled / now without doubtaunce For to present / to your hye worthynesse To folowe the trace / and all the parfytenesse Of my mayster Lydgate / with due exercyse Suche fayned tales / I do fynde and deuyse For vnder a colour / a truthe maye aryse As was the guyse / in olde antyquyte Of the poetes olde / a tale to surmyse To cloke the trouthe / of theyr infyrmyte Or yet on Ioye / to haue moralyte I me excuse / yf by neclygence That I do offende / for lacke of scyence

How graunde Amoure walked in a medowe & met with fame enuyronned with tongues of fyre. ca. i.

Whan Phebus entred was / in Gemyny Shynynge aboue / in his fayre golden spere And horned Dyane / than but one degre In the Crabbe hadde entred / fayre and clere Whan that Aurora / dyde well appere In the depured ayre / and cruddy fyrmament Forthe than I walked / without impedyment In to a medowe / bothe gaye and gloryous Whiche Flora depaynted with many a colour Lyke a place of pleasure / most solacyous Encensynge out / the aromatyke odoure Of zepherus brethe / whiche that euery floure Throughe his fume / dothe alwaye engendre So as I went / amonge the floures tendre By sodayne chaunce / a fayre pathe I founde On whiche I loked / and ryght ofte I mused And than all aboute / I behelde the grounde With the fayre pathe / whiche I sawe so vsed My chaunce or fortune / I nothynge refused But in the pathe / forthe I went a pace To knowe whyther / and vnto what place It wolde me brynge / by ony symylytude So forthe I wente / were it ryght or wronge Tyll that I sawe / of ryall pulcrytude Before my face / an ymage fayre and stronge With two fayre handes / stretched out alonge Vnto two hye wayes / there in pertycyon And in the ryght hande / was this dyscrypcyon This is the streyght waye / of contemplacyon Vnto the Ioyfull toure pedurable Who that wyll walke / vnto that mancyon He must forsake / all thynges varyable With the vayneglory / somoche deceyuable And thoughe the waye / be harde and daungerous The laste ende therof / shall be ryght precyous And in the other hande / ryght fayre wryten was This is the waye / of worldly dygnyte Of the actyfe lyfe / who wyll in it passe Vnto the toure / of fayre dame beaute Fame shall tell hym / of the waye in certaynte Vnto labell pucell / the fayre lady excellent Aboue all other / in clere beaute splendent I behelde ryght well / bothe the wayes twayne And mused oft / whiche was best to take The one was sharpe / the other was more playne And vnto my selfe / I began to make A sodayne argument / for I myght not slake Of my grete musynge / of this ryall ymage And of these two wayes / somoche in vsage For this goodly pycture / was in altytude Nyne fote and more / of fayre marble stone Ryght well fauoured / and of grete fortytude Thoughe it were made / full many yeres agone Thus stode I musynge / my selfe all alone By ryhgt longe tyme / but at the last I went The actyfe waye / with all my hole entent Thus all alone / I began to trauayle Forthe on my waye / by longe contynuaunce But often tymes / I hadde grete meruayle Of the bypathes / so full of pleasaunce Whiche for to take / I hadde grete doubtaunce But euermore / as nere as I myght I toke the waye / whiche went before me ryght And at the last / whan Phebus in the west Gan to auayle / with all his beames mery Whan clere Dyana / in the fayre southest Gan for to ryse / lyghtynge our emyspery With cloudes clere / without the stormy pery Me thought a fer / I hadde a vysyon Of a pycture / of meruoylous facyon To whiche I went / without lenger delaye Beholdynge well / the ryght fayre purtrayture Made of fyne copre / shynynge fayre and gaye Full well truely / accordynge to mesure And as I thought .ix. fote of stature Yet in the breste / with lettres fayre ande blewe Was wryten / a sentence olde and trewe This is the waye / and the sytuacyon Vnto the toure / of famous doctryne Who that wyll lerne / must be ruled by reason And with all his dylygence / he must enclyne Slouthe to eschewe / and for to determyne And set his hert / to be intellygyble To a wyllynge herte / is nought Impossyble Besyde the ymage / I adowne me sette After my laboure / myselfe to repose Tyll at the last / with a gaspynge nette Slouthe my heed caught / with his hole purpose It vayled not / the body for to dyspose Agaynst the heed / whan it is applyed The heed must rule / it can not be denyed Thus as I satte / in a deedly slombre Of a grete horne / I herde a ryall blast With whiche I awoke / and hadde a grete wondre From whens it came / it made me sore agast I loked aboute / the nyght was well nere paste And fayre golden Phebus / in the morowe graye With cloude reed began / to breke the daye I sawe come rydynge / in a valaye ferre A goodly lady / enuyronned aboute With tongues of fyre / as bryght as ony sterre That fyry flambes / ensensed alwaye out Whiche I behelde / and was in grete doubt Her palfraye swyfte / rennynge as the wynde With two whyte grehoundes / that were not behynde Whan that these grehoundes / had me so espyed With faunynge chere / of grete humylyte In goodly hast / they fast vnto me hyed I mused why / and wherfore it shoulde be But I welcomed them / in euery degre They leped ofte / and were of me ryght fayne I suffred them / and cherysshed them agayne Theyr colers were of golde / and of tyssue fyne Wherin theyr names / appered by scypture Of Dyamondes / that clerely do shyne The lettres were grauen fayre and pure To rede rheyr names / I dyde my besy cure The one was gouernaunce / the other named grace Than was I gladde / of all this sodayne cace And than the lady / with fyry flame Of brennynge tongues / was in my presence Vpon her palfraye / whiche hadde vnto name Pegase the swyfte / so fayre in excellence Whiche somtyme longed / with his premynence To kynge Percyus / the sone of Iubyter On whome he rode / by the worlde so fer To me she sayde / she meruayled moche why That her grehounde / shewed me that fauour What was my name / she axed me treuly To whome I sayde / it was la graunde Amour Besechynge you / to be to me socour To the toure of doctryne / and also me tell Your propre name / and where you do dwell My name quod she / in all the worlde is knowen Yclypped Fame / in euery regyon For I my horne / in sondry wyse haue blowen After the dethe / of many a champyon And with my tonges / haue made aye mencyon Of theyr grete actes / agayne to reuyue In flammynge tongues / for to abyde on lyue It was the custome / in olde antyquyte Whan the golden worlde / hadde domynacyon And nature hygh / in her auctoryte More stronger hadde / her operacyon Than she hath nowe / in her dygressyon The people than dyde / all theyr besy payne After theyr dethe / in fame to lyue agayne Recorde of Satourne / the fyrste kynge of Creete Whiche in his youthe / throughe his dylygence Founde fyrst plowynge / of the landes swete And after this / by his grete sapyence For the comyn profyte / and beneuolence Of all metalles / he made deuysyon One frome an other / by good prousyyon And than also / as some poetes fayne He founde shotynge / and drawenge of the bowe Yet as of that / I am nothynge certayne But for his connynge / of hye degre and lowe He was well beloued / as I do well knowe Throughe whose labour / and aye besy cure His fame shall lyue / and shall ryght longe endure In whose tyme reygned / also in Thessayle A parte of Grece / the kynge Melyzyus That was ryght stronge / and fyerce in batayle By whose labour / as the story sheweth vs He brake fyrst horses wylde and rygoryous Techynge his men / on them ryght well to ryde And he hymselfe / dyde fyrst the horse bestryde Also Mynerue / the ryght hardy goddes In the same tyme / of so hyghe renowne Vaynquysshed Pallas / by her grete worthynesse And fyrste made harneys / to leye his pryde adowne Whose grete defence / in euery realme and towne Was spredde aboute / for her hye chyualry Whiche by her harneys / wanne the vyctory Doth not remayne / yet in remembraunce The famous actes / of the noble hercules That so many monstres / put to vtteraunce By his grete wysdome / and hye prowes As the recule of Troye / bereth good wytnes That in his tyme / he wolde no batayle take But for the welthe / of the comyns sake Thus the hole myndes / were euer fyxte and set Of noble men / in olde tyme to deuyse Suche thynges as were / to the comyn proffet For in that tyme / suche was theyr goodly guyse That after dethe theyr fame shoulde aryse For to endure / and abyde in mynde As yet in bokes / we maye them wryten fynde O ye estates / surmountynge in nobesse Remembre well the noble payyms all How by theyr laboure / they wanne the hyenesse Of worthy fame / to reygne memoryall And them applyed / euer in specyall Thynges to practyse / whiche shoulde prouffyte be To the comyn welthe / and theyr heyres in fee

Of the swete reporte of Fame of the fayre lady la bel pucell in the toure of musyke. ca. ii.

And after this / fame gan to expresse Of Ieoperdous waye / to the toure peryllous And of the beaute / and the semelynesse Of la bell pucell / so gaye and gloryons That dwelled in the toure so meruaylous Vnto whiche myght come / no maner of creature But by grete laboure / and harde aduenture For by the waye / there ly in wayte Gyauntes grete dysfygured of nature That all deuoureth / by theyr yll conceyte Ageynst whose strength / there maye no man endure They are so huge / and stronge out of mesure With many serpentes / soule and odyous In sundry lykenesse / blacke and tydeus But behonde them / a grate see there is Beyonde whiche see / there is a goodly lande Moost full of fruyte / replete with Ioye and blysse Of ryght fyne golde / appereth all the sande In this fayre realme / where the toure dothe stande Made all of golde / enameled aboute With noble storyes / whiche do appere without In whiche dwelleth / by grete auctoryte Of la bell pucell / whiche is so fayre and bryght To whome in beaute / no pere I can se For lyke as Phebus / aboue all sterres in lyght Whan that he is / in his spere aryght Dothe excede / wieh his beames clere So dothe her beaute / aboue other appeere She is bothe good / aye wyse and vertuous And also dyscended / of a noble lyne Ryche / comly / ryght meke / and bounteous All maner vertues / in her clerely shyne No vyce of her / maye ryght longe domyne And I dame fame / in euery nacyon Of her do make / the same relacyon Her swete reporte / so my herte set on fyre With brennynge loue / moost hote and feruent That her to se / I hadde grete desyre Sayenge to fame / o lady excellent I haue determyned / in my Iugement For la bell pucell / the most fayre lady To passe the waye / of so grete Ieopardy You shall quod fame / atayne the vyctory Yf you wyll do / as I shall to you saye And all my lesson / retayne in memory To the toure of doctryne / ye shall take your waye You are now within / a dayes Iourneye Bothe these grehounde / shall kepe you company Loke that you cherysshe them full gentely Ind countenaunce / the goodly portres Shall let you in / full well and nobly And also shewe you / of the parfytenes Of all the seuen scyences / ryght notably There in your mynde / you maye ententyfly Vnto dame doctryne / gyue parfyte audyence Whiche shall enfourme you / in euery scyence Fare well she sayde / I maye not now abyde Walke on your waye / with all your hole delyght To the toure of doctryne / at this morow tyde Ye shall to morowe / of it haue a syght Kepe on your waye / now before you ryght For I must hens / to specyfy the dedes Of theyr wortynesse / accordynge to theyr medes And with that she dyde / fro me departe Vpon her stede / swyfter than the wynde Whan she was gone / full wofull was my herte With inwarde trouble / oppressed was my mynde Yet were the grehoundes / lefte with me behynde Whiche dyde me comforte / in my grete vyage To the toure of doctryne / with theyr fawn&ybar;ge courage So forthe I went / tossynge on my brayne Gretely musynge / ouer hyll and vale The waye was troublous / and ey nothynge playne Tyll at the laste / I came to a dale Beholdynge Phebus / declynynge lowe and pale With my grehoundes / in the fayre twy lyght I sate me downe / for to rest me all nyght Slouthe vpon me / so fast began to crepe That of fyne force / I downe me layde Vpon an hyll / with my greyhoundes to slepe Whan I was downe / I thought me well apayde And to my selfe / these wordes than I sayde Who wyll attayne / soone to his Iournays ende To nourysshe slouthe / he may not condyscende

Now fame departed frome graunde amoure and lefte with hym gouernaunce and grace / and howe he wente to the toure of doctryne. Ca. .iii.

Thus than I slepte / tyll y&supert; Auroras beames Gan for to sprede / aboute the fyrmament And y&supere; clere sonne / with his golden streames Began for to ryse / fayre in the oryent Without Saturnus / blacke encombrement And the lytell byrdes / makynge melodye Dyde me awake / with theyr swete armonye I loked aboute / and sawe a craggy roche Ferre in the west / nere to the element And as I dyde than / vnto it approche Vpon the toppe / I sawe refulgent The ryall toure / of morall document Made of fyne coper / with turrettes fayre and hye Whiche agaynst Phebus / shone so meruaylously That for the veray perfyte bryghtnes What of the toure / and of the clere sonne I coude nothynge / beholde the goodlynes Of that palays / where as doctryne dyde wonne Tyll at the last / with mysty wyndes donne The radyant bryghtnes / of golden Phebus Auster gan couer / with cloudes tenebrus Than to the toure / I drewe nere and nere And often mused / of the grete hyghnes Of the craggy rocke / whiche quadrant dyde appere But the fayre toure / so moche of rychesse Was all about / sexangled doubtles Gargeylde with grehoundes / & with many lyons Made of fyne golde / with dyuers sundry dragons The lytell turrets / with ymages of golde Aboute was set / wiche with the wynde aye moued With propre vyces / that I dyde well beholde Aboute the toures / in sondry wyse they houed With goodly pypes / in theyr mouthes Ituned That with the wynde / they pyped a daunce Yclyped amour de la hault pleasaunce

Now he was lette in by Countenannce the porteres and of the meruaylous buyldynge of the same toure. Capitulo. iiii.

The toure was grete / & of meruaylous wydnes To whiche there was / no way to passe but one In to the toure / for to haue an intres A grece there was / ychefyled all of stone Out of the rocke / on whiche men dyde gone Vp to the toure / and in lykewyse dyde I With bothe the grehonndes in my company Tyll that I came / to a ryall gate Where I sawe stondynge / the goodly portres Whiche axed me / from whens I came a late To whome I gan / in euery thynge expresse All myne aduenture / chaunce and busynesse And eke my name / I tolde her euery dell Whan she herde this / she lyked me ryght well Her name she sayde / was called countenaunce In to the besy courte / she dyde me than lede Where was a fountauyne / depured of pleasaunce A noble sprynge / a ryall conduyte hede Made of syue golde / enameled with reed And on the toppe / foure dragons blewe and stonte This doulcet water / in foure partyes dyde spoute Of whiche there flowed / foure ryuers ryght clere Sweter than Nysus / or Ganges was theyr odoure Tygrys or Eufrates / vnto them no pere I dyde than tast / the aromatyke lycoure Fragraunt of fume / swete as ony floure And in my mouthe / it hadde a meruaylous cent Of dyuers spyces / I knewe not what it ment And after this / ferder forthe me brought Dame countenaunce / in to a goodly hall Of Iasper stones / it was wonderly wrought The wyndowes clere / depured all of crystall And in the rose / on hye ouer all Of golde was made / a ryght crafty vyne In stede of grapes / the rubyes there dyde shyne The flore was paued / with berall claryfyed With pyllours made / of stones precyous Lyke a place of pleasure / so gayly gloryfyed It myght be called / a palays gloryous Somoche delectable / and solacyous The hall was hanged / hye and cyrculer With clothe of aras / in the rychest maner That treted well / of a full noble story Of the doughty waye / to the toure peryllous How a noble knyght / shoulde wynne the vyctory Of many a serpent / foule and odyous And the fyrste mater / than appered thus How at a venture / and by sodayne chaunce He met with fame / by fortunes purueyaunce Whiche dyde hym shewe / of the famous pulcrytude Of la bell pucell / so clere in beaute Excellynge all other / in euery symplytude Nature her fauoured / so moche in degre Whan he herde this / with feruent amyte Accompaned with grace and gouernaunce He toke his waye / without encombraunce Vnto the ryght famous toure of lernynge And so frome thens / vnto the toure of clyualry Where he was made knyght / the noble kynge Called Melyzyus / well and worthely And ferthermore / it shewed full notably Vpon the aras / ybrobred all of blewe What was his name / with lettres all of grewe Thus with his varlet / he toke on his waye To the peryllous toure / and sytuacyon Metynge foly / as he rode on his Iournaye Rydynge on a mare / by grete yllusyon After whome / ensued fast correccyon And in her hande / a stronge knotted whyppe At euery Iarte / she made hym for to skyppe And than correccyon / brought la graunde amoure Vnto the toure / where as he myght well se Dyuers men / makynge ryght grete doloure That defrauded women / by theyr duplycyte Yet before this / in perfyte certaynte As the aras / well dyde make relacyon In Venus temple / he made his oblacyon After whiche / he mette an hydeous gyaunt Hauynge thre hedes of meruaylous kynde With his grete strokes / he dyde hym daunt Castynge hym downe / vnder the lynde With force and myght / he dyde hym bynde Strykynge of his hedes than euerychone That of all thre hedes / he left not one This terryble gyaunt / yet hadde a broder Whiche graunde amoure / destryed also Hauynge foure heedes / more than the oder That vnto hym / wrought mykell wo But he slewe soone / his mortall fo Whiche was a grete gyaunt / with hedes seuen To meruaylous / now for me to nenen Yet more ouer / he put to vtteraunce A venymous beest / of sundry lykenes Of dyuers beestes / of ryght grete myschaunce Wherof the pycture / bare good wytnes For by his power / and his hye worthynesse He dyde scomfyte / the wonderous serpent Of the sceun metalles / made by enchauntement And eke the clothe / made demonstracyon How he weded / the grete lady beauteous La bell pucell / in her owne domynacyon After his labour / and passage daungerous With solempne Ioye / and myrthe melodyous This famous story / well pyctured was In the fayre hall / vpon the aras The marshall / yclyped was dame reason And the yewres / also obseruaunce The panter pleasaunce / at euery season The good butler / curteys contynuaunce And the chefe coke / was called temperaunce The lady chambrelayne / named fydelyte And the hygh stuarde lyberalyte There sate dame doctryne / that lady gent Whiche called me / vnto her presence For to knowe / all the hole entent Of my comynge / vnto her excellence Madame I sayde / to lerne your scyence I am comen / now me to apply With all my cure / in perfyte study And yet also / I vnto her than shewed My name and purpose / without doublenes For very grete Ioye / than were endued Her crystall eyes / full of lowlenes Whan that she knewe / for veray sykernesse That I was he / that shoulde so attayue La bell pucell / with my busy payne And after this / I hadde ryght good chere Of mete and drynke / there was grete pleynte Nothynge I wanted / were it chepe or dere Thus was I serued / with delycate dysshes daynte And after this / with all humylyte I went to doctryne / prayenge her good grace For to assygne me / my fyrst lernynge place Seuen doughters / moost experte iu connynge Withouten foly / she hadde well engendred As the seuen scyences / in vertue so shynynge At whose encreace / there is grete thankes rendred Vnto the moder / as nothynge surrendred Her good name / and her dulcet sounde Whiche dyde engendre / theyr orygynall grounde And fyrst to gramer / she forthe me sent To whose request / I dyde well obay With dylygence / forth on my waye I went Vp to a chambre / depaynted fayre and gay And at the chambre / in ryght ryche araye We were let in / by hygh auctoryte Of the ryght noble / dame congruyte

How Scyence / sent hym fyrste / to gramer where he was receyued by dame Congruyte. ca. v.

The lady Gramer / in all humbly wyse Dyde me receyue / in to her goodly scole To whose doctryne / I dyde me aduertyse For to attayne / in her artyke poole Her gylted dewe / for to oppresse my doole To whome I sayde / that I wolde gladly lerne Her noble connynge / so that I myght decerne What that it is / and why that it was made To whiche she answered / than in specyall Bycause that connynge / shoulde not pale ne fade Of euery scyence / it is orygynall Whiche dothe vs teche / euer in generall In all good ordre / to speke dyrectly And for to wryte / by true artogrofy Somtyme in Egypte / reygned a noble kynge Yclyped Euander / whiche dyde well abounde In many vertues / especyally in lernynge Whiche hadde a doughter / that by her study founde To wryte true latyn / the fyrst parfyte grounde Whose goodly name / as her story sayes Was called Carmentis / in her lyuynge dayes Thus in the tyme / of olde antyquyte The noble phylozophres / with theyr hole delyght For the comyn prouffyte / of all humanyte Of the seuen scyences / for to knowe the ryght They studyed / many a longe wynters nyght Eche after other / theyr partes to expresse This was theyr guyse / to eschewe ydlenesse The pomped carkes / with fode delycyous They dyde not fede / but to theyr sustynaunce The folowed not / theyr flesshe so vycyous But ruled it / by prudent gouernaunce They were content / alwaye with suffysaunce They coueyted not / no worldly treasure For they knewe / that it myght not endure But now a dayes / the contrary is vsed To wynne the money / theyr studyes be all sette The comyn prouffyte / is often refused For well is he / that maye the money gette Frome his neyghboure / without ony lette They thynke nothynge / they shall from it pas Whan all that is / shall be tourned to was The brytell flesshe / nouryssher of vyces Vnder the shadowe / of euyll slogardy Must nede haunt / the carnall delyces Whan that the brayne / by corrupte glotony Vp so downe / is tourued than contrary Frayle is the body / to grete vnhappynes Whan that the heed / is full of dronkenes So do they now / for they nothynge prepence How cruell dethe / dothe them sore ensue They are so blynded / in wordly neclygence That to theyr meryte / they wyll nothynge renewe The seuen scyences / theyr slouthe to eschewe To an oders profyte / they take now no kepe But to theyr owne / for to ete drynke and slepe And all this dame gramer / tolde me euery dele To whome I herkened / with all my dylygence And after this / she taught me ryght well Fyrst my donet / and than my accydence I sette my mynde / with percynge influence To lerne her scyence / the fyrst famous arte Eschewynge ydlenes / and layenge all aparte Madame quod I / for as moche as there be Viii. partes of speche / I wolde knowe ryght fayne What a nowne substantyue / is in his degre And wherfore it is / so called certayne To whome she answered / ryght gentely agayne Sayenge alwaye / that a nowne substantyue Mygh stande / without helpe of an adiectyue The latyn worde / whiche that is referred Vnto a thynge / whiche is substancyall For a nowne substantyue / is well auerred And with a gendre / is declynall So all the eyght partes in generall Are laten wordes / annexed properly To euery speche / for to speke formally And gramer is / the fyrste foundement Of euery scyence / to haue construccyon Who knewe gramer / without impedyment Soulde perfytely haue intelleccyon Of a lytterall cense / and moralyzacyon To construe euery thynge ententyfly The worde is gramer / well and ordynatly By worde the worlde / was made orygynally The hye kynge sayde / it was made incontynent He dyde commaunde / all was made shortly To the worlde / the worde is sentencyous Iugement I marked well / dame gramers sentement And of her than / I dyde take my lycence Goynge to Logyke / with all my dylygence

How he was receyued / of Logyke. ca. vi. So vp I went / vnto a chambre bryght Where was wonte / to be a ryght fayre lady Before whome than / it was my hole delyght I kneled adowne / full well and mekely Besechynge her / to enstructe me shortely In her noble scyence / whiche is experyent For man to knowe / in many an argument You shall quod she / my scyence well lerne In tyme and space / to your grete vtylyte So that in my lokynge / you shall than decerne A frende from fo / and good from inyquyte Ryght from wronge / ye shall knowe in certaynte My scyence is / all the yll to eschewe And for to knowe / the false from the trewe Who wyll take payne / to folowe the trace In this wretched worlde / of trouthe & ryghtwysenes In heuen aboue / he shall haue dwellynge place And who that walbeth / the waye of derkenes Spendynge his tyme / in worldly wretchednes Amyddes the erth / in hell most horryble He shall haue payne / nothynge extynguyssyble So by logyke / is good perceyueraunce To deuyde the good / and the euyll a sondre It is alway / at mannes pleasaunce To take the good / and cast the euyll vnder Yf god made hell / it is therof no wonder For to punysshe man / that hadde intellygence To knowe good from yll / by trewe experyence Logyke alwaye / doth make probacyon Prouynge the pro / well from the contrary In sundry wyse / by argumentacyon Grounded on reason / well and wonderly Who vnderstode / all logyke treuly Nothynge by reason / myght be in pledynge But he the trouthe / shoulde haue in knowlegynge Her wyse doctryne / I marked in memory And toke my leue / of her hye personne Bycause that I myght no lenger tary The yere was spente / and so ferre than goone And of my lady / yet syght hadde I none Whiche was abydynge / in the toure of musyke Wherfore anone / I went to Rethoryke

How he was receyued of Rethoryke / and what Rethoryke is. ca. vii.

Than aboue Logyke / vp we went a stayre In to a chambre / gayly gloryfyed Strowed with floures / of all goodly ayre Where sate a lady / gretely magnyfyed And her trewe vesture / clerely puryfyed And ouer her heed / that was bryght and shene, She hadde a garlande / of the laurell grene Her goodly chambre / was set all about With depured myrrours / of speculacyon The fragraunt fumes / dyde well encense out All mysty vapours / of perturbacyon More lyker was / her habytacyon Vnto a place / whiche is celestyall Than to a terrayne / mancyon fatall Before whome / than I dyde knele a downe Sayenge o sterre / of famous eloquence O gylted goddesse / of the hygh renowne Enspyred / with the heuenly influence Of the doulcet well / of complacence Vpon my mynde / with dewe aromatyke Dystyll adowne / thy lusty Rethoryke And depaynt my tonge / with thy ryall floures Of delycate odoures / that I maye ensue In my purpose / to glade myne audytoures And with thy power / that thou me endue To moralyse / thy lytterall censes trewe And clense awaye / the myst of ygnoraunce With depured beames / of goodly ordynaunce With humble eeres / of parfyte audyence To my request / she dyde than enclyne Sayenge she wolde / in her goodly scyence In short space / me so well indoctryne That my dull mynde / it shoulde enlumyne With golden beames / for euer to oppresse My rude langage / and all my symplenesse I thanked her / of her grete gentylnes And axed her / after this questyon Madame I sayde / I welde knowe doubtles What rethoryke is / without abusyon Rethoryke she sayde / was founde by reason Man for to gouerne / well and prudently His wordes to ordre / his speche to puryfy Fyue partes hath rethoryke / for to werke trewe Without whiche fyue / there can be no sentence For these fyue / do well euermore renue The mater parfyte / with good intellygence Who that wyll se them / with all his dylygence Here folowenge / I shall them specyfy Accordynge well / all vnto myne ordynary

Of the fyrste called inuencyon. And a commendacyon of poetes. Ca. viii.

The fyrste of them / is called inuencyon Whiche fourdeth / of the most noble werke Of .v. inwarde wyttes / with hole affeccyon As wryteth ryght many a noble clerke With mysty colour / of cloudes derke How comyn wytte / dooth full well electe What it sholde take / and what it shall abiecte And secondly / by ymagynacyon To drawe a mater / full facundyous Full meruaylous / is the operacyon To make of nought / reason sentencyous Clokynge a trouthe / with colour tenebrous For often vnder a fayre fayned fable A trouthe appereth gretely profytable It was the guyse in olde antyquyte Of famous poetes / ryght ymagynatyfe Fables to fayne / by good auctoryte They were so wyse / and so inuentyfe Theyr obscure reason / fayre and sugratyfe Pronounced trouthe / vnder cloudy fygures By the inuencyon / of theyr fatall scryptures And thyrdly they hadde suche a fantasy In this hygh arte / to be intellygyble Theyr same encreasynge / euermore truely To slouth euer / they were inuyncyble To theyr wofull hertes / was nought impossyble With brennynge loue / of insacyate fyre Newe thynges to fynde / they set theyr desyre For though a man / of his propre mynde Be inuentyf / and he do not apply His fantasye / vnto the besy kynde Of his connynge / it maye not ratyfye For fantasye / must nedes exemplyfy His newe inuencyon / and cause hym to entende With hole desyre / to brynge it to an ende And fourtely / by good estymacyon He must nombre all the hole cyrcumstaunce Of this mater / with breuyacyon That he walke not / by longe contynuaunce The perambulat waye / full of all varyaunce By estymacyon / is made annuncyate Whether the mater be longe or breuyate For to inuencyon / it is equypolent The mater founde / ryght well to comprehende In suche a space / as it is conuenyent For properly / it doth euer pretende Of all the purpose / the length to extende So estymacyon / maye ryght well conclude The parfyte nombre / of euery symylytude And yet than / the retentyfe memory Whiche is the fyfte / must euer agregate All maters thought / to retayne inwardly Tyll reason therof / hath made a brobate And by scrypture / wyll make demonstrate Outwardly / accordynge to the thought To proue a reason / vpon a thynge of nought Thus whan the fourth / hath wrought full wonderly Than must the mynde / werke vpon them all By cours ingenyous / to rynne dyrectly After theyr thoughtes / than in generall The mynde must cause them to be memoryall As after this / shall appere more openly All hole exprest / by dame phylosophy O thrust of vertue / and of ryall pleasure Of famous poetes / many yeres ago O insacyate couetyse / of the specyall treasure Of newe inuencyon / to ydlenes the fo We maye you laude / and often prayse also And specyally / for worthy causes thre Whiche to this daye / we maye bothe here and se As to the fyrste / your hole desyre was set Fables to fayne / to eschewe ydlenes With amplyacyon / more connynge to get By the labour / of inuentyfe besynes Touchynge the trouthe / by couert lykenes To dysnull vyce / and the vycyous to blame Your dedes therto / exemplyfyde the same And secondly / ryght well you dyde endyte Of the worthy actes / of many a conqueroure Throughe whiche laboure / that you dyde so wryte Vnto this daye reygneth the honoure Of euery noble / and myghty warryoure And for youe labour / and your besy payne Youre fame yet lyueth / and shall endure certayne And eke to prayse you / we are gretely bounde Bycause our connynge / frome you so procedeth For you therof / were fyrst orygynall grounde And vpon youre scryptue / our scyence ensueth Your splendent verses / our lyghtnes renueth And so we ought to laude and magnyfy Your excellent sprynges / of famous poetry

A replycacyon agaynst ignoraunt persones. Ca. ix.792 But rude people / opprest with blyndnes Agaynst your fables / wyll often solysgyse Suche is theyr mynde / suche is theyr folysshnes For they byleue / in no maner of wyse That vnder a colour / a trouthe may aryse For folysshe people / blynded in a mater Wyll often erre / whan they of it do clatter O all ye cursed / and suche euyll fooles Whose syghttes be blynded / ouer all with foly Open your eyes / in the pleasaunt scoles Of parfyte connynge / or that you reply Agaynst fables / for to be contrary For lacke of connyge / no meruayle thoughe you erre In suche scyence / whiche is frome you so ferre For now the people / whiche is dull and rude Yf that they do rede / a fatall scrypture And can not moralyse / the semelytude Whiche to theyr wyttes / is so harde and obscure Than wyll they saye / that it is sene in vre That nought do poetes / but depaynt and lye Deceyuynge them / by tongues of flatery But what for that / they can not defame The poetes actes / whiche are in effecte Vnto themselfe / remayneth the shame To dysprayse that / whiche they can not correcte And yf that they / hadde in it inspecte That they wolde it prayse / and often eleuate For it shoulde be / to them so delycate.






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