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A06550
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[Explicit liber primus de curia sapiencie]; Curia sapientiæ. English.
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Lydgate, John, 1370?-1451?, attributed name.
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STC 17015; ESTC S100685
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tHe laberoê° y t 〈◊〉 â—eâ—ieyloê° workes Of sapienor syn fâ—â—â—e â—â—gned nature My purpoâ— is to 〈◊〉 as writen clerkes And specyally her moost â—â—â—able oure In my fyrst book I wyl preche deputr It is so plesaunt vnto eche persone That it a book shÌ„al occupye alone Sone after this I shÌ„al wysedom deseryue Her blessyd howshÌ„old and her wonnyng place And than retourne vnto her actes blyue As shÌ„e them wrought by tyme precesse space Al this mater shÌ„e taught me of her grace I spak with her as ye may here and rede For in my dreme I mette her in a mede O clyo lady moost facundyous O Rauysshyng delyte of Eloquence O gylted goddes gay and gloryous Enspyred with the percyng Influence Of delycate heuenly complacence Within my mouth late dystylle of thy showres And forge my tonge to glad myn audytours Myn ignoraunce whome clowded hath eclippes With thy pure bemes illumynyne al aboute Thy blessyd breth lete refleyr in my lyppes And with the dewe of heuen thou them degoute So that my mouthe maye blowe encense oute The redolent dulcour Aromatyke Of thy depured lusty Rethoryck I knowe my self moost naked in al artes My comune vulgare the moost interupte And I conuersaunte borne in the partes Where my natyf langage is moost corrupt And with most sondry tonges myxt rupte O lady myn wherefor I the byseche My muse amende dresse forge mynysse eche For to al makers here I me excuse That I ne can a lycatily endyte Rude is the speche of force whiche I must vse Suche infortune my natyf byrth may wyte But O ye lordes whiche haue your delyte In termes gay and ben moost eloquent This book to yow no plesaunce may present But netheles as tasted bytternesse Al swete thyng maketh be more precious So shal my hook extende the godelynesse Of other auctours whiche ben gloryous And make theyr wrytyng delycyous I symple shal extâ—lle theyr soueraynte And my rudenes shÌ„al shÌ„ewe theyr subtylyts Go wer chaucers erthely goddes two Of thyrst of eloquent delycacye With al youre successours fewe or moo Fragraunt in speche experte in poetrye You ne yet theym in no poynt I enuye Exyled as fer I am from youre glorye As nyght from day or deth from vycherye I you honoure blysse loue and gloryfye And to whos presence my book shÌ„al atteyne His hastyf dome I pray hym modefye And not detcaye ne haue it in dysdayne For I purpoos no makyng for to dystayne Meke herte good tonge and spyryte pacyent Who hath these thre my book I hym present And as hym lyst lete hym detray or adde For syth I am constreyned for to wryte By my souerayne and haue a mater glad And can not please paynte enâ—urne ne endyte Late ignoraunce chyldhode haue the wyte I aske no more but god of his mercy Thy look conferme from sklaunder and enuy Explicit Prohemium All besy swymmyng in the stormy flode Of fruteles worldly medytacyon To purpoos late nothyng semed so good As to telle youthe hath â—mynacyon And for to put in sequestracyon Eche other thyng that hym shold cause vnrest And thus to bed I went with thought my gest The Chesplayer or he a man haue drawen Hath only thought to make good purueaunce For kyng or quene aulfyn knyght or pawne Echone of these he hath in his remembraunce So eche estate and worldly gouernaunce In one eschekker in my mynd I sawe But I ne wyst what drauÈt was best to drawe Fyrst my desyre was to haue drawen my kyng At hertes lust in sure prosperyte But in the chesse I had espyed a thyng The kyng to purpoos may not passe his see To make hym way or some pawne drawen bee Than bothe to guyde the kyng pawnes eke And al other my wyttes were to seke I thought how by moral phylosophye The Chesse was founde and set in dyuersite Of dranghÌ„t for a myrrour of polocye The whiche vertu departed is in thre Fyrst must man conne hym self reule in degre Efte his houshÌ„old and than in vnyuerse Cyte and Reygne these ben the thre dyuerse Arestotyl in hÌ„is poletyke book The fyrst of these seyth hyghÌ„t Monestyca The second parte who hath lust to loke Of Polycy hyght Yconomica The thyrd partye is cleped poletyca But of al these syn I had neuer scole To playe at Chesse I me thought but a foole For in this bord eschekker of my mynd As I fyrst put a man or to drawe a draughÌ„t Fyrst come y e world with dame fortune vnkynd And sayd eschek and so strongly they faught Ayenst me that al my men were caughÌ„t With theyr eschekkes so muche they eche ascate That or I wyst sodenly I was mate Than come reason and thou to me she sayde With moble fortune· and fase worldlynesse O foole of fooles hâ—st thou thy wyl assayde With â—â—y man to countre them eschesse Thou mayse not fynd a poynt of sykeâ—â—sse For in theyr draught al 〈…〉 God forth quod she a foole I the conclude Than 〈◊〉 I woo and prayd a syne 〈◊〉 me were vnto dâ—me supâ— That the myght lerne me som disâ—ne For 〈◊〉 land we my 〈…〉 〈◊〉 ignoraunce myn insufficenâ—â— For from of help for which I gonâ—â— Wepe Whyses at the lâ—sâ— I 〈…〉 Thus bronyt on slep my spiryt forth qan passe And 〈◊〉 I was me thought in a place desert In wyldernes but I nyse when 〈◊〉 In moche â—â—â—stâ—nce in 〈◊〉 in moche 〈◊〉 With wylde 〈◊〉 in 〈…〉 Now woode now 〈◊〉 now byâ—â—e now 〈◊〉 Now wynde now rayne I knewe no were The wylde wolues after me sewen 〈◊〉 I wold flee theym but wile sâ—â— I ne myghÌ„t And of a way I was waue of the lose Thorny and seueyor encome 〈◊〉 to the syght Thyder I went I was ware of a syght But forth I thorugh with thornes of to rent And thanked god of lyght whiche 〈◊〉 had sent Oute from a mede moost heuenly vnto loke Aboute whÌ„iche can a lusty ryuer swete A lady cam two with her shÌ„e toke I can to her and so wely gan her grete The watres name asked I shÌ„e sayde quyete And sone shÌ„e sayd my name is sapyence Intellygence this hÌ„yght and this scyence Vnto al vertues we ben ladyes thre Bothe in offyce and degree dyfferent It is my parte to knowe dyuynyte My suster here hath knowlege dylygent Of creatures in heuen and erthe content And dame scyence of thynges temporal Hath knoulege pure thus maist y u know vo al Of vs al thre I am the moost souerayne And yf the lyst me deseryue and dyffyne I am the trewe propre knowlege certayne Of erthely thyng and eke of thyng dyuyne Ay fresshe grene lusty is herte myne Though I seme yong ful old my yeres bene For sapyence in old folk is ay sene The desert place of fere thurgh which thou come Is dredeful worldly occupacyon Sone leue that place duelle with me at home Thou shalt haue wytt lust delectacyon