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A02248
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The castell of laboure
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Gringore, Pierre, ca. 1475-1538?; Bruyant, Jean, 14th cent.; Barclay, Alexander, 1475?-1552, attributed name.
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1506
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STC 12381; ESTC S109550
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cat heuynes BEynge in this perturbacyon This chorle on me gaped full wyde I fered sore his entencyon Whan that I sawe hym by my syde He loked as he had ben fryde Of shape and colour was he full vyle Than he began with me to chyde In his langage whiche was subtyle Vpon my bely he set his knees And sayd his name was heuynesse With scarled bordred were his eyes Balde and full of vnlustynesse He semed fader of all vnthryftnesse Iagged and garded full vngay With a race fylled with falsnesse Berded lyke to a kytlynge of may Hym to beholde I was dysmayed Howe he of thynges past dyd clatter Many a newe tale to me he sayde He had well lerned for to patter Of thynges to come fast dyd he chatter Byddynge me call them to remembraunce He lyst no thynge with me to flatter But put me to extreme vttraunce He bad I sholde remember my dettys And brought me forthe my countynge boke He shewed me there of my receptes And me compelled theron to loke By fere constrayned me body quoke That power was past me for to speke That rybaude fered me with his loke That confort to me coude I none take Of his tourment what sholde I say I neuer was in suche encumbraunce He bode styll and went not away And dyd me moche more greuaunce Than all the other by theyr noysaunce And tourned me fro syde to syde To slepe he left me no suffraunce But fyresly styll at me dyd chyde This fals caytyf by his cruelnesse Troubled me that my wytte was gone He put me in so grete dystresse That my herte was colde as ony stone I knewe not to whome me for to mone So was I enuyroned rounde about They me tourmented so echone That of my lyfe I had grete dout ¶ Than rounde about me dyd I loke Fyrst of all same I pouerte And fals nede by the berde me shoke There were dystresse and necessyte Thought was in theyr companye And heuynes dyd clater fast All these syr so layde at me That fro my bed they me nere cast Than as I dyd my hede remeue About me lokynge for confort I sawe one come whiche dyd me greue More than all the other sorte He sayde his name was dysconfort Of colour was he pale and wan It nought auayled hym to exhort I sawe neuer suche an other man Disconfort By the hande fast he me toke And with grete myght dyd m constrayne Full sore me by the berde he shoke This these renewed all my peyne His encumbraunce wasted my brayne That often I wysshed that I were dede He wolde hym selfe no thynge refrayne But kept me styll fast by the hede In frowarde imaginacyon Dysconforte kept me a longe space He bad me in conclusyon To sue to hym after his grace Saynge that the tyme and space Ones lost coude not recouered be With suche termes dyd he me manase Than in conclusyon thus sayd he A poore man how shalt thou pay All thy dettes that are behynde Brede and drynke must thou puruay And a house to kepe the fro the wynde Bothe men and maydens must thou fynde With euery thynge that longeth them to Doth not fortune strongly the bynde Now let se how thou canst do What I this harde I was nere mad And often fortune cursed I The specyall cause why I was sad Was for my purse was clene empty Than was it nede I dyd espye My gowne to pledge vnto one I sawe there was no remedy Though that I had but that alone O blessyd iesu what may this be Maryed was I in an euyll chaunce To lyue in suche pouerte As I this sayd thesame instaunce Came to me Despayre in cruell ordonaunce One of the worst of all the sort She was chyef capytayne of theyr daunce And doughter vnto Dysconfort Despayre dysconfort This Despayre dyd me so assayle That lost was my dyscrecyon My face began to wax pale By fere of her cruell vexacyon So cruell was her perturbacyon Whiche on me she dyd extende That I thought in conclusyon Of my selfe to make an ende ¶ I was redy to renne here and there To clymbe vp hye and than to fall By my lyfe set I not an here By meanes of this furye infernall I thought who nedes to his deth shall It is but folye it to prolonge This is a worde sayde ouerall He that is drowned may no man hange And therfore thought I for to do The worst that eyther I coude or myght To sle my fader and moder also Yf I had founde them in my syght Than vnto my mynde came full ryght That I sholde dye no more but ones Wherfore dyspayre that wretched wyght Bad me go therto at ones I sawe well that without labour I neuer sholde sholde obteyne rychesse Fortune therof is gouernour To some she gyueth with largesse But I haue neyther more nor lesse So that I wery am of my lyfe Auoyde of ioyefull of dystresse Lo what it is to take a wyfe I se dysconfort doth me greue Despayre encreaseth my lang our That fote ne hande can I remeue Suche is my payne and my dolour Neyther thought I on worshyp ne honour On knyght squyer baron ne lorde My mynde was on no thynge that houre But to hange my selfe with a corde Or elles to lepe in to some ryuer And there with peyne my selfe to drowne I cared not in what maner I dyed so that my lyfe were done Despayre made me her champyon And had me so take in her snare That sodenly as I fell in suowne She me nere strangled or I was ware treason Despeyre AS I was in this perturbacyon I sawe a lady pleasaunt and bryght For to beholde her meke fassyon Sothly it was a pleasaunt syght Her caperon with parle was pyght With precyous stones about enlumynynge Her beaute full face shone as bryght As phebus doth in a may mornynge This lady standynge me before In her behauour was meke and lyberall Good and gracyous to ryche and poore She semed to me the quene celestyall A quene excellent I may her call For she was doughter shortly to say Vnto that meke lorde and immortall The whiche was borne on Chrystmas day Sore I desyred to knowe her name By cause she was of suche excellence She sayde reason whome none doth blame Than was I ryght glad of her presence This noble lady by her dylygence Approched nere vnto my syde Despayre anone gate her thens And dysconfort with her dyd glyde All the hole company dyd auoyde What tyme reason sat by me thus It was some wynde wolde me haue noyed Sende vnto me by myght of Eolus I trowe that Pluto or Neptunus Or mars chyef forger of batayle Or elles helporter Cerberus Engendred them me to assayle What sholde I say they fled that tyde Bothe despayre and the other rout Than was there none with me to chyde I rysynge vp loked rounde about Than of no thynge was I in doubt Whan reason began to speke softly Whan she had dryuen the