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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

But thought and sykenesse were occasyon That he thus laye in lamentacyon Grouelynge on the grouude in place desolate Sole by hymselfe awaked and mate ¶ And for me semeth that it is syttynge His wordes all to put in remembraunce To me that herde all his complaynynge And all the grounde of his wofull chaunce yf there withall I may do pleasaunce I wyll to you so as I can anone Lyke as he sayd reherse euerychone ¶ But who shall helpe me nowe to complayne Or who shall nowe my style guyde or lede Of Niobe lette nowe the teres rayne In to my penne and eke helpe in this nede Thou wofull myrre that felest my herte blede Of pyteous we and my honde eke quake Whan that I wryte for this mannes sake ¶ For vnto wo accordeth complaynynge And dolefull chere vnto heuynesse To sorowe also syghynge and wepynge And pyteous mournynge vnto drerynesse And who that shall wryte of dystresse In partye ●e●eth to knowe felyngely Cause and rote of all suche malady ¶ But I alas that am of wytte but dull And haue no knowynge of suche matere For to dyscryue and wryte at the full The wofull complaynte whiche that ye shall here But euen lyke as doeth a skryuenere That can no more what that he shall wryte But as his mayster besyde doeth endyte ¶ Ryght so fare I that of no sentemente Saye ryght nought as in conclusyowne But as I herde whan I was presente This man complayned with a pyteons sowne For euen lyke without addycyowne Or dysencrease eyther more or lesse For to reherse anone I wyll me dresse ¶ And yf that ony nowe be in this place That fele in loue brennynge or feruence Or hyndred were to his ladyes grace With false tongues that with pestylence Sle true men that neuer dyd offence In worde ne dede ne in theyr entente Yfony suche be here now presente ¶ Let hym of reuth laye to audyence With dolefull chere and sobre countenaunce To here this man by full sentence His mortall wo and his perturbaunce Complaynynge nowe lyenge in a traunce With loke vp cast and rewfull chere The fytte of whiche was as ye shall here ¶ The thought oppressed w t inwarde syghes sore The paynfull lyfe the body languysshynge The wofull goost the herte rente and and tore The pyteous chere pale in complaynynge The deedly face lyke asshes in shynynge The salteteeres that fro myne eyen shall Percell declare grounde of my paynes all ¶ Whose herte is grounde to blede on heuynesse The thought receyte of wo and of complaynte The brest is chest of dole and drerynesse The body eke so feble and so feynte With hote and colde myne acces is so meynte That nowe I shyuer for defaute of hete And hote as glede nowe sodeynly I swete ¶ Nowe hote as fyre nowe colde as asshes dede Nowe hote for colde for hete agayne Nowe colde as yse nowe as coles rede For hete I brenne and thus bytwene twayne I passed am and all forcast in payne So that my colde playnly as I fele Of greuous colde is cause euerydele This is the colde of inwarde hyghe dysdeyne Colde of dyspyte and colde of cruell hate This is the colde that euer doeth busy payne Ayenst trouth to fyght and make debate This is the colde that wolde the fyre abate Of true menynge alas the harde whyle This is the colde that wyll me begyle ¶ For euer the better the trouth I mente With all my myght faythfully to serue With herte and all to be dylygente The lesse thanke alas I gan deserue Thus for my trouthe daunger doeth me sterue For one that sholde my dethe of mercy let Hath made dyspyte nowe his swerde to whet ¶ Ayenst me and his arowes to fyle To take vengeaunce of wylfull cruelte And tongues false thrughe theyr slyghty whyl ▪ Hath begon a warre that wyll not stynted be And false enuy of wrath and eunyte Haue conspyred ayenste all rygh and lawe Of theyr malyce that trouth shall be slawe ¶ And male bousche gan fyrst the tale tell To selaunder trouthe of indygnacyon And false reporte so loude range the bell That mysbeleue and false suspeccyon Haue trouth brought to his dampcyon So that alas wrongefully he dyeth And falsnes his place occupyeth ¶ And entred is in to trouthes loude And hath therof the full possessyon O ryghtfull god that fyrst the trouth founde How may thou suffre suche oppressyon That falshede haue iurysdyccyon In trouthes ryght to sle hym gylteles In his fraunchyse he may not lyue in pes ¶ Falsly accused and of his fone foriuged Without answere whyle he was absente He dampned was and may not be excused For cruelte sate in iugemente Of hastynes without aduysemente And bad dysdayne do execute anone His Jugemente in presence of his fone Attourney none ne may admytted bene To excuse trouthe a worde to speke To fayth or othe the iuge lust not to sene There is no gayne but he wyll be wreke O lorde of trouth to the I call and clepe How may thou se this in thy presence Without mercy murdred innocence ¶ Now god that arte of trouth souerayne And seest how I lye for trouthe bounde So sore I knytte in loues fyry chayne Euen at y e deth thrughe gyrte w t many a wound ▪ That lykely am neuer for to sounde And for my trouthe am dampned to the dethe And nought abyde but drawe alonge the breth ▪ ¶ Consyder and se in thyne eternall syght How that my herte professed whylom was For to be true with all my full myght Onely to one the whiche now alas Of volunte without more trespas Myne accusers hath taken vnto grace And cherysshed hym my deth for to purchace ¶ What m●●eth this what is this wonder ●re Of puruey aunce yf I shall it call Of god of loue that false hym so assure And trewe alas adowne of the whele befall And yet in sothe this is the 〈…〉 r●●e of all That falshede wrongefully of trouth hath y e name And trouth ayenward us fa●●●ede bereth y e blame This blynde chaunce this stormy aduenture In loue hathe his moost experyence For who that dothe with trouth moost his cure Shall for his mede fynde moost offence That serueth loue with all his dylygence For who can feyne vnder louelyhede Ne fayleth not to fynde grace and spede ¶ For I loued one full longe syth agone With all my herte body and full myght And to be deed my herte can not gone Frome his hest but holde that he hath hyght Thoughe I be banysshed out of her syght And by her mouthe dampned that I shall dye Unto my behest yet euer obey wyll I ¶ For euer syth that the worlde began Who so lyst to loke and in story rede He shall aye fynde that the true man Was put abacke where as the falshede Furthered was for loue taketh none hede To sle the true and hath of hym no charge Where as the false goeth frely at theyr large ¶ I take recorde