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For sorwe a fethere into hire brain
Sche schof and hath hireselve slain；
As king Menander in a lay
The sothe hath founde； wher sche lay 110
Sprantlende with hire wynges tweie；
As sche which scholde thanne deie
For love of him which was hire make。
〃And so schal I do for thi sake；〃
This qweene seide； 〃wel I wot。〃
Lo； to Enee thus sche wrot
With many an other word of pleinte：
Bot he； which hadde hise thoghtes feinte
Towardes love and full of Slowthe；
His time lette； and that was rowthe： 120
For sche； which loveth him tofore；
Desireth evere more and more；
And whan sche sih him tarie so；
Hire herte was so full of wo；
That compleignende manyfold
Sche hath hire oghne tale told；
Unto hirself and thus sche spak：
〃Ha； who fond evere such a lak
Of Slowthe in eny worthi kniht？
Now wot I wel my deth is diht 130
Thurgh him which scholde have be mi lif。〃
Bot forto stinten al this strif；
Thus whan sche sih non other bote；
Riht evene unto hire herte rote
A naked swerd anon sche threste；
And thus sche gat hireselve reste
In remembrance of alle slowe。
Wherof； my Sone； thou miht knowe
How tariinge upon the nede
In loves cause is forto drede； 140
And that hath Dido sore aboght；
Whos deth schal evere be bethoght。
And overmore if I schal seche
In this matiere an other spieche；
In a Cronique I finde write
A tale which is good to wite。
At Troie whan king Ulixes
Upon the Siege among the pres
Of hem that worthi knihtes were
Abod long time stille there； 150
In thilke time a man mai se
How goodli that Penolope；
Which was to him his trewe wif；
Of his lachesce was pleintif；
Wherof to Troie sche him sende
Hire will be lettre； thus spekende：
〃Mi worthi love and lord also；
It is and hath ben evere so；
That wher a womman is al one；
It makth a man in his persone 160
The more hardi forto wowe；
In hope that sche wolde bowe
To such thing as his wille were；
Whil that hire lord were elleswhere。
And of miself I telle this；
For it so longe passed is；
Sithe ferst than ye fro home wente；
That welnyh every man his wente
To there I am； whil ye ben oute；
Hath mad； and ech of hem aboute； 170
Which love can； my love secheth；
With gret preiere and me besecheth：
And some maken gret manace；
That if thei mihten come in place；
Wher that thei mihte here wille have；
Ther is nothing me scholde save；
That thei ne wolde werche thinges；
And some tellen me tidynges
That ye ben ded； and some sein
That certeinly ye ben besein 180
To love a newe and leve me。
Bot hou as evere that it be；
I thonke unto the goddes alle；
As yit for oght that is befalle
Mai noman do my chekes rede：
Bot natheles it is to drede；
That Lachesse in continuance
Fortune mihte such a chance；
Which noman after scholde amende。〃
Lo； thus this ladi compleignende 190
A lettre unto hire lord hath write；
And preyde him that he wolde wite
And thenke hou that sche was al his；
And that he tarie noght in this；
Bot that he wolde his love aquite；
To hire ayeinward and noght wryte；
Bot come himself in alle haste；
That he non other paper waste；
So that he kepe and holde his trowthe
Withoute lette of eny Slowthe。 200
Unto hire lord and love liege
To Troie； wher the grete Siege
Was leid； this lettre was conveied。
And he； which wisdom hath pourveied
Of al that to reson belongeth；
With gentil herte it underfongeth：
And whan he hath it overrad；
In part he was riht inly glad；
And ek in part he was desesed：
Bot love his herte hath so thorghsesed 210
With pure ymaginacioun；
That for non occupacioun
Which he can take on other side；
He mai noght flitt his herte aside
Fro that his wif him hadde enformed；
Wherof he hath himself conformed
With al the wille of his corage
To schape and take the viage
Homward； what time that he mai：
So that him thenketh of a day 220
A thousand yer； til he mai se
The visage of Penolope；
Which he desireth most of alle。
And whan the time is so befalle
That Troie was destruid and brent；
He made non delaiement；
Bot goth him home in alle hihe；
Wher that he fond tofore his yhe
His worthi wif in good astat：
And thus was cessed the debat 230
Of love； and Slowthe was excused；
Which doth gret harm； where it is used；
And hindreth many a cause honeste。
For of the grete Clerc Grossteste
I rede how besy that he was
Upon clergie an Hed of bras
To forge； and make it forto telle
Of suche thinges as befelle。
And sevene yeres besinesse
He leyde； bot for the lachesse 240
Of half a Minut of an houre；
Fro ferst that he began laboure
He loste all that he hadde do。
And otherwhile it fareth so；
In loves cause who is slow；
That he withoute under the wow
Be nyhte stant fulofte acold；
Which mihte； if that he hadde wold
His time kept； have be withinne。
Bot Slowthe mai no profit winne； 250
Bot he mai singe in his karole
How Latewar cam to the Dole；
Wher he no good receive mihte。
And that was proved wel be nyhte
Whilom of the Maidenes fyve；
Whan thilke lord cam forto wyve：
For that here oyle was aweie
To lihte here lampes in his weie；
Here Slowthe broghte it so aboute；
Fro him that thei ben schet withoute。 260
Wherof； my Sone； be thou war；
Als ferforth as I telle dar。
For love moste ben awaited：
And if thou be noght wel affaited
In love to eschuie Slowthe；
Mi Sone； forto telle trowthe；
Thou miht noght of thiself ben able
To winne love or make it stable；
All thogh thou mihtest love achieve。
Mi fader； that I mai wel lieve。 270
Bot me was nevere assigned place；
Wher yit to geten eny grace；
Ne me was non such time apointed；
For thanne I wolde I were unjoynted
Of every lime that I have；
If I ne scholde kepe and save
Min houre bothe and ek my stede；
If my ladi it hadde bede。
Bot sche is otherwise avised
Than grante such a time assised； 280
And natheles of mi lachesse
Ther hath be no defalte I gesse
Of time lost； if that I mihte：
Bot yit hire liketh noght alyhte
Upon no lure which I caste；
For ay the more I crie faste；
The lasse hire liketh forto hiere。
So forto speke of this matiere；
I seche that I mai noght finde；
I haste and evere I am behinde； 290
And wot noght what it mai amounte。
Bot； fader； upon myn acompte；
Which ye be sett to examine
Of Schrifte after the discipline；
Sey what your beste conseil is。
Mi Sone； my conseil is this：
Hou so it stonde of time go；
Do forth thi besinesse so；
That no Lachesce in the be founde：
For Slowthe is mihti to confounde 300
The spied of every mannes werk。
For many a vice； as seith the clerk；
Ther hongen upon Slowthes lappe
Of suche as make a man mishappe；
To pleigne and telle of hadde I wist。
And therupon if that thee list
To knowe of Slowthes cause more；
In special yit overmore
Ther is a vice full grevable
To him which is therof coupable； 310
And stant of alle vertu bare；
Hierafter as I schal declare。
Touchende of Slowthe in his degre；
Ther is yit Pusillamite；
Which is to seie in this langage；
He that hath litel of corage
And dar no mannes werk beginne：
So mai he noght be resoun winne；
For who that noght dar undertake；
Be riht he schal no profit take。 320
Bot of this vice the nature
Dar nothing sette in aventure；
Him lacketh bothe word and dede；
Wherof he scholde h