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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A06548	The cõplaynte of a louers lyfe	Lydgate, John, 1370?-1451?	1531 (1531)	STC 17014.7; ESTC S3962	10,462	35

¶ yf for bounte beaute shape and semelyhede Prudence wytte passyngely fayrnesse Benygne porte gladde chere with lowlyhede Of womanhede ryght plenteous largesse Nature in her fully dyde empresse whan she her wrought and all theyr last dysdayne To hynder trouth she made her chaumberlayne ¶ Whan mystrust also and false suspeccyon With mys●yleue she made for to be Chefe of counseyll to this conclusyon For to exyle trouth and eke pyte But of her courte to make mercy fle So that dyspyte now holleth forthe her reyne Thrughe hasty beleue of tales that men feyne ¶ And thus I am for my trouthe alas Murdred and slayne with wordes sharpe kene Gylteles god wote of all trespas And lye and blede vpon this colde grene Now mercy swete mercy my lyues quene And to your grace of mercy yet I prey In your seruyce that your man may dey ¶ But and so be that I shall dye algate And that I shall none other mercy haue Yet of my dethe let this be the date ▪ That by your wyll I was brought to my graue Or hastely yf that yelyste me saue My sharpe woundes that ake so and blede Of mercy charyte and also of womanhede For other maner playnly is there none But onely mercy to helpe in this case For thoughe my wounde blede euer in one My lyfe my dethe stondeth in your grace And thoughe my gylte be nothynge alas I aske mercy in all my best entente Redy to dye yf that ye assente For there agaynst shall I neuer stryue In worde ne werke playnly I ne may For leuer I haue than to be alyue To dye sothely and it be to her pay ye thoughe it be this eche same daye Or whan that euer her lyst to deuyse Suffyseth me to dye in your seruyse ¶ And god y t knowest y e thought of euery wyght Ryght as it is in euery thynge thou mayst se Yet or I dye with all my full myght Lowly I praye to graunte vnto me That ye goodly fayre fresshe and fre Whiche sle me onely for defaute of ruthe Or that I dye may knowe my truthe ¶ For that in sothe suffyseth me And she it knowe in euery cyrcumstaunce And after I am well apayed that she Yf that her ●u●● of dethe to do vengeaunce Unto me that am vnder her legeaunce It sytte me not her dome to dysobeye But at her lust wyfully to deye ¶ Without grutchynge or rebellyon In wyll or worde hotely I assente Or ony maner contradyccyon Fully to be at her commaundemente And yf I dye in my testamente My herte I sende and my spyryte also What someuer she lust with them to do ¶ And alder last to her womanhede And to her mercy me I recommaunde That lye nowe here bytwene hope and drede Abydynge playnly what shelyst commaunde For vtterly this is no demaunde Welcome to me whyle me lasteth breth Ryght at her choyle whether it be lyfe or dethe In this matere more what myght I sayne Syth in her honde and in her wyll is all Bothe lyfe and dethe my Joye and all my payne And fynally my herte holde I shall Tyll by my spyryte by destenye fatall Whan that her lust fro my body wende Haue here my trouthe and thus I make an ende ¶ Nota perseuerātiam Amantis ¶ And with that worde he can syghe as sore Lyke as his herte wolde ryue a twayne And helde his peas spake not a worde more But for to se his wo and mortall payne The teeres gan fro myne eyen rayne Full pyteously for very inwarde ruthe That I hym sawe so languysshe for his truthe ¶ And all this whyle my selfe I kepte close Amonge the bowes and my selfe gan hyde Tyll at the last the wofull man arose And to a lodge wente there besyde Where all the maye his custome was to abyde Sole to complayne of his paynes kene Fro yere to yere vnder the bowes grene ¶ And for bycause that it drewe to the nyght And that the sonne his arke dyurnall Passed was so that his persaunt lyght His bryght bemes and his stremes all Were in the wawas of the water fall Under the bordure of our occyan His chare of golde his course so swyftely ran ¶ And whyle the twylyght and rewes rede Of phebus lyght were dyaurate a lyte A penne I toke and gan me fast spede The wofull playnte of this man to wryte Worde by worde as he dyde endyte Lyke as I herde and coude hym tho reporte I haue here set your hertes to dysporte ¶ yf ought be amysse laye the faute in me For I am worthy for to bere the blame yf ony thynge amysse reported be To make this dytte for to feyue lame Thrugh myne vnkūnȳge but for to seyne y e same Lyke as this man his complaynte dyd expresse I axe mercy and forgyuenesse ¶ And as I wrote me thought I sawe a ferre Ferre in the west lustely appere Esperus the goodly bryght sterre So gladde so fayre so persaunt eke of chere I mene venus with her bemes clere That heuy hertes onely to releue Is wonte of custome for to shewe at eue ¶ And I as fast fell downe on my kne And euen thus to her I gan to prey O lady venus so fayre vpon to se Let not this man for his trouthe dey For that Joye thou haddest whan thou laye With mars thy knyght whom vulcanus founde And with a reyne vnuysybly you bounde ¶ Togyder bothe two in the same whyle That all the courte aboute celestyall At your shame gan laughe and smyle O fayre lady well wyllynge founde at all Conforte to carefull o goddesse immortall Be helpynge nowe and do thy dylygence To lette the stremes of thyne influence ¶ Dessende downe in furtherynge of the trouthe Namely of them that lye in sorowe bounde Shewe now thy myght on theyr wo haue ruthe Theyr false daunger sle them and confounde And specyally let thy myght be founde For to socoure what so that thou may The true man that in the herber laye ¶ And all true forther for his sake O glad sterre o lady venus myne And cause his lady hym to grace take Her herte of stele to mercy so enclyne Or that thy bemes go vp to declyne And or that thou now go fro vs adowne For that loue thou haddest to downe ¶ And whan she was gone to her rest I rose anone and home to bed wente For very wery me thought it for the best Praynge thus in all my best entente That all true louers that be with daunger shente With mercy maye in releas of her payne Recured be or maye come efte agayne ¶ And for that I may no lenger wake Farewell ye louers all that be true Prayenge to god and thus my lyue I take That or the sonne tomorowe be rysen newe And or he haue agayne his rosen hewe That eche of you maye haue suche a grace His owne lady in armes to enbrace ¶ I mene thus that in all honeste Without more ye maye togyder speke What so you lyst at good lyberte That ce●● may to other theyr herte breke On Jelousy onely to be wreke That hathe so longe of malyce and enuy Warred trouth with his tyranny ¶ Lenuoy Pryncesse pleafeth it your benygnyte This lytell dytte to haue in mynde Of woman hede also for to se your true man may mercy fynde And pyte eke that longe hathe ben behynde Let agayne be prouoked to grace For by my trouthe it is agaynste kynde False daunger to occupy his place ¶ Lenuoy du quayer ¶ Golytell quayre go vnto my lyues quene And my very hertes souerayne And be ryght glad for she shall the sene Suche is thy grace but I alas in payne Am lefte behynde but not to whome to complayne For mercy trouthe grace and eke pyte Exyled be that I may not attayne Recure to fynde of myne aduersyte ¶ Finis ¶ Imprynted at London in the Flete strete at the sygne of the Sonne by Wynkynde worde