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The maydens dreme compyled and made by Chrystofer Goodwyn, in the yere of our Lorde. M.CCCCC.xlij; Songe de la pucelle. English.
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Goodwin, Christopher.
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euery hascard then must thou enclyne Loue can departe when she seeth tyme. ¶ Loue. ¶ Herken my swete loue is it not great owtrage That is thus spoken by this ypocryte Helas what wylt thou do with thy yonge age Shalt thou passe it ouer as in the darke nyght And thus cowardly to put loue to flyght Not payeng the trybute of thy yonge dayes Warkes be not fynysshed without the assayes ¶ Shamefastnes ¶ My syster to loue without flaterynge Engendreth good loue withouten fable But the stroke of the matrasse aft losed is the stryng If it flye farre is not very stable So cordiall loue to all agreable If it be put to farre at aduenture With payne can forget suche is her nature ¶ Loue. ¶ If nature wolde forfet aboue yet is dame reason For to withdrawe and in tyme to correct To th ende that none shulde be deceyued at no season Therfore thou mayst loue withouten suspect Of any creature for to be detect If thou rule the by reason ▪ I swere by god on hye For reason doth gouerne aboue the sterry skye ¶ Shamefanes ¶ Who trusteth all vpon reason as semeth me May theyr good name aduenture to farre But who that his neygbours howse doth se To be brennynge in flamynge fyre To saue theyr owne had nede haue desyre Lest other lykewyse by theyrs shulde them warme They are wyse can beware by an others harme ¶ Loue. ¶ Eche one may knowe and it is no fable That a fayre mayden that wyll haue no loue Semyth to be folysshe nyce and vnstable And knoweth no goodnes ne none wyll proue Whose iye as a slepe neuer doth moue Without facyon good mayntayne or maner To haue knowlege is a great treasure ¶ Shamefastnes ¶ To haue sobre knowlege I counte it not yll Without couetynge to be subtyll wyse From pratelynge language kepe your tonge styll For that is in a mayden the mother of all vyce Be symple in chere in answere take aduyse Speke but lytell onles ye be demaunded For in moche clatter many lyes are dyscharged ¶ Loue. ¶ Yea let them saye what they saye wyll That mayden hath no maner of goodnes That alwaye from loue wyll kepe her selfe styll None shall her comforte in her dystres For euery creature is loued doughtles For theyr graces and good condycyon A mayden ought not to be a rebellyon ¶ Shamefastnes ¶ Haue shame alwayes before your iyes When you shall be to loue esprysed The worlde shall loue you in the more goodly wyse And you shall not therby of god be despysed Thus let alwaye your empryse be wysely conduted To god I cōmende you for done is my message Who good counceyll beleueth is counted as sage ¶ The mayden THen dyd I thanke these ladyes both twayne For the good counceyll that they dyd me gyue Promysynge I wolde do my busy payne Neuer toffende whyle that I dyd lyue With y t dame Aurora of my dreme dyd me depryue Wherwith all sodaynly from my slepe I abrayde Pleasaunte dremes maketh folke well a payde ¶ When I fully was awake out of this slombre I thought oft of that in my slepe I had seen And many tymes in my mynde I dyd it remembre For I wolde therof fayne perfyte haue been Thus at the last I had it so grauen In my harte that I coulde not put it awaye Dremes often are true it can be no naye ¶ Then when I was vp I went for to fynde If by aduenture I coulde get one to wryght For I had fyxed holy my mynde My dreme to enpresse yf that I myght Thus founde I one that dyd it gladly endyght Whose pen to be swyfte I dyd greatly desyre Longe taryenge on ryuers oft is great daungyre ¶ Thus haue I recited it worde for worde As in my dreme I dyd it fynde As well as I coulde in my mynde it recorde One sence vnwrytten not leuynge behynde And yf I haue fayled it was not my mynde Wherfore accept my good wyll I hartely you pray The most expert is not assured alwaye ¶ And yf therbe cōteyned of neuer so small substaūce Any thynge herein worthy of memory Or that therby any maye take theyr plesaunce Let them the gyue credence as they se cause why Herein yet maye you lerne howe to auoyde foly And yf the name hereof you wolde wete The maydens dreme called is this pamphlete ¶ Lenuoy of the Authour GO forth lytell boke and do thy selfe present Vnto my yonge ladyes maydēs of eche a state Prayenge them with the to be content And also with me that do the dedycate Vnto them cheyfly wysshynge them fortunate And althoughe the metre deuoyde be of eloquence Yet is therin to be noted many a good sentence ¶ Wherfore good vyrgyns all I hartely you pray For to take in gree this my lytell payne Howbeit I knowe well that no man may Take in hande a warke but some wyll it dysdayne But as for the Iugement of any suche lyght brayne I force not so you therby I not offende Whom alwaye god wot to please I do entende ¶ The Authours name THus Adue myne owne maystresses all To Chryst I cōmende you that sytteth on hye Vnto whom my prayers I Offre shall That w t hym you may reygne aboue the sterry skye So I requyre you all hartely Good virgyns to praye that I maye wyn The eternall Glory in auoydynge syn ¶ Thus endeth this lytell boke called the Maydens dreme ¶ Imprynted by me Robert wyet For Richarde Bankes ¶ Cum priuilegio Regali
¶ The maydens dreme Compyled and made by Chrystofer Goodwyn In the yere of our Lorde M. CCCCC.xlij ¶ The Prohemye of the Authour BEholde you yonge Ladyes of hyghe parentage And you yonge virgyns of eche degre Here is a pamphlet euen mete for your age Where as in a myrrour you maye lerne and se Howe vycyous loue you shulde eschewe and fle Hauynge alway shamfastnes ī your maydenly face Then can you neuer mysse of vertue and grace ¶ To loue I counceyll you neuer enclyne Excepe onely it be for maryage To the entent to haue therby lyne yet in that case take hede you not rage For hasty loue cōmonly ryght soone wyll aswage And beware that you loue not before you be wyse Lest you repent you more ofter than twyse ¶ Yet dyuers in loue hath had happy chaunce I speke by my selfe and many one mo That of perfyte chaste loue haue ben in the daunce And sped to our myndes yet for to do so Thousandes haue myssed and fynysshed in wo Therfore I rede you take good aduysement Of good abydynge none can repent ¶ Called is the name of this lytell boke The Maydens dreme whiche I hope shal be For your erudycions yf you therin loke Many a good instruccyon here shall you se Howe vertue to ensue and vyce for to fle For herein is contayned both golde and glasse They that worke well shall well brynge to passe ¶ Thus to god I do you cōmyt Prayenge you to accept this my lytell warke For that it is so rudely done is but for lacke of wyt Howe be it euery man can not be a clarke Nor euery byrde flye so hyghe as the larke Ye wot what I meane thus fare you well Happy be they that folowe good councell ¶ Thus endeth the Prologue ¶ The maydens Dreme IN the lusty fresshe moneth of may When the byrdes reioyse euery glad speryte With theyr venerien voyces ī the dawne of the day Then I whiche had not slept of the hole nyght By Morpleus sodaynly had lost my syght Whiche ī a golden slombre right soone had me cast Recheles youth oft slepyth full fast ¶ As soone as I in this slombre was brought Two persons mesemyd appered in my syght The one sayd fayre loue chaūge you must your thought For come is the daye passed is the nyght Of chyldysshe ygnoraunce wherfore of ryght you must nowe lerne what you are come to your yeres shall ensygne you what you shall do ¶ You are she sayd fayre fresshe and goodlye Of all your membres well proporcyoned One of the mynyonest vnder the skye Amyable pleasaunt and well fauored Wherfore you shulde do a great mysded yf to your age you applye not your reason For eche thynge ought to be taken in season ¶ I neuer knewe a more goodly mayden More comely of body ne fayrer of vysage In your apparell so fresshely besene All correspondent vnto your swete age Your whyte quauerig dugges wold make a mārage Of nature and loue you be the chefe marke Good is the workman that fortunatly doth marke ¶ Of reason and wysdom you haue suffycyent As a mayde of tender an age In you there wanteth none intendement You are both wyse be dyscrete and sage You be also extracte of noble lynage Yet all this we maye as nothynge repute Onles in due season be gathered the frute ¶ Yf I were a man beleue me for certayne To be my loue I wolde you requyre For of all other you be the most souerayne Of bewtye fauoure and fresshe attyre There is none lyuynge but wolde you desyre Your excellent bewtye wolde a saynt moue Ryght happy is he that hath a fayre loue ¶ The mayden THen with that made they a pawse These two semblaunces that I haue of tolde The one approched nyghe promotynge her cause The other was not fully so bolde Her mynde yet to vtter I parceyued she wolde Thus w t me ī my slombre they wonderly wrought Sowndly they slepe that taketh no thought ¶ Thus as I was slomberynge in my slepe The swete sygnyfiaūce of my dreme I gan to deuyse Also what were these Ladyes I toke busy kepe That had with me reasoned in so straunge wyse Then theyr apparell I dyd well aduyse Wherin were gret letters which I dyd rede w t ease Alwayes newe thynges doth meruaylously please ¶ These letters forthwith I began for to spell And set them togyther with all myne entent As a mayden that coulde not rede very well yet at the last I knewe what they ment The names of these ladyes that were so gent In them were contryued wherfore to my mynde He that well sercheth shall alwaye well fynde ¶ The one was named Amours a noble dame Rychely arayed and it had ben a quene As a lady of great renowme and fame Whiche we call loue so fresshely besene The other was shamfastnes y t worketh loue moche tene To wycked loue contrary euer she is bent Symple was her chere and also her rayment ¶ Loue then began with me for to reason So dyd shamfastnes when she se her tyme They tolde me many a goodly sermon Comynge before me as strayght as a lyne And gaue me great batayle eche one in theyr tyme Assaylynge me with wordes that persed my harte Great is the assaulte where none wyll astarte ¶ Loue. ¶ Loue spake fyrste and to me she dyd saye My fayre mynyon doughter so tender and yonge Acustome thy youth to sporte and to playe To daunce and to lute with many a swete songe To haunte wanton company to daly amonge For fro me thou hast not yet scaped the trase youth must aquyte her or she from the passe ¶ Shamefastnes ¶ Then answered shamefastnes in sentence shorte My fayre doughter you shall not do so For euyll is the worlde beware of reporte If you so offended howe shulde you then do your louers wolde despyse you and leue you in wo So shulde you be shamed in euery towne Bewtye is nothynge without good renowne ¶ Loue. ¶ Shame whiche of feare is engendryd spronge With this her doughter Shamefastnes Neuer dyd good to them that be yonge Sayd loue for youth to deceyue doughtelesse They are euermore redy to put them in presse Beleue her not fayre mayde for all her pratle For age can nothynge but bable and tatle ¶ Shamefastnes ¶ Ha my dere dought howe sore were you to blame If suche an euyll woman you dyd byleue Not worth a festue were then your good name For euery creature then wolde you repreue Whiche at the laste full sore shulde you greue Therfore beware lose not your byrgyuyte A vyrgyn is a name of great honour oygnyte ¶ Loue. ¶ If you gyue credence to this dastardly shame you shall neuer be set by a putred oynyon Take nowe your pleasure lyke a lusty yonge dame Or euer that youth be departed and gone Wherfore chuse some goodly companyon With whom you maye take all your lust pleasaūce There is no treasure