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The God of Love, a benedicité! How myghty and how grete a lorde is he! For he can make of low hertys hie, And high hertis low and like for to die, And herde hertis he can make fre. And he can make, within a lytel stounde, Of seke folke ful fresh, hool, and sounde,1 And of hoole he can make seke; He can bynde and unbynde eke, What he wole have bounde and unbounde. To telle his myght my wit may not suffice, For he may do al that he can devyse; For he can make of wise folke ful nyse, And in lyther folke dystroye vise, And proude hertys he can make agryse. Shortely, al that evere he wol he may: Agenst him ther dar no wight sey nay, For he can glade and greve whom him lyketh, And who that he wol, don him laugh or siketh,2 And most his myght he sheweth ever in May. For every trew, gentil hert fre That with him is, or thinketh to be, Agens May now shal have somme steryng, Other to joy, or elles to morenynge, In no seson so grette, as thynkes me. For when they mow her the briddes sing, And see the floures and the leves spring, That bringes into hertis remembraunce A maner ease, medled with grevaunce And lusty thoghtes ful of grete longynge. And of that longynge cometh hevynesse, And therof groues oft grete seknesse, And for lak of that that they desyre; And thus in May ben hertys set on fire, And so they brenne forthe in grete distresse. I speke this of felyng, truly, For althogh I be olde and unlusty, Yet have I felt of that sekenes in May, Bothe hote and colde, an accesse every day, How sore, ywis, ther wot no wight but I. I am so slayn with the feveres white, Of al this May yet slept I but a lyte; And also hit is unlyke for to be That eny hert shulde slepy be, In whom that Love his firy dart wol smyte. But as I lay this other nyght wakyng, I thoght how lovers had a tokenyng, And among hem hit was a comune tale, That hit wer good to her the nyghtyngale Rather then the leude cukkow syng. And then I thoght anon as hit was day, I wolde goo somme whedir for to assay Yf that I myght a nyghtyngale here; For yet I non had herd of al this yere, And hit was the thirde nyght of May. And anon as I the day espied, No lenger wolde I in my bed abyde; But into a wode that was fast by, I went forthe allone prively, And helde my way don on a broke syde. Til I come into a launde of white and grene, So feire oon had I nevere in bene. The grounde was grene, poudred with dayse, The floures and the gras al ilike hie, Al grene and white - was nothing elles sene. Ther sat I doune amonge the feire floures And sawe the briddes crepe out of her boures, Ther as they had rested hem al nyght. They were so joyful of the dayes lyght, That they began of May to don ther houres. They coude that servise alle bye rote. Ther was mony a lovely note: Somme songe loude, as they had pleyned,3 And somme in other maner voys yfeyned, And somme al out, with a lowde throte. They pruned hem, and made hem ryght gay, And daunseden, and lepten on the spray, And evermore two and two in fere, Ryght so as they had chosen hem to yere In Marche, upoun Seynt Valentynes day. And the ryver that I sat upon, Hit made suche a noyse as hit ronne, Acordaunt to the foules ermonye. Me thoght hit was the best melodye That myght be herd of eny man. And for delyte - I note ner how - I fel in such a slombre and a swowe - Not al on slepe, ne fully wakyng - And in that swowe me thoght I herde singe That sory bridde, the lewde cukkowe, And that was on a tre right fast bye; But who was then evel apayed but I! "Now God," quod I, "that died upoun the Croise, Give sorowe on thee, and on thy foule voyse, For lytel joy have I now of thy crie." And as I with the cukkow gan chide, I herde, in the next busshe me beside, A nyghtyngale so lustely singe, That with her clere voys she made rynge Thro-out al the grene wode wide. "A, good nyghtyngale," quod I then, "A lytell hast thou be to longe hen, For her hath be the lewde cukkow, And songen songes rather then thou. I prey to God that evel fire him brenne." But now I wil yow tel a wonder thinge: As longe as I lay in that swonynge, Me thoght I wist al that the briddes ment, And what they seyde, and what was her entent, And of her speche I had good knouynge. And then herd I the nyghtyngale sey, "Now, good cukkow, go sommewhere thy wey, And let us that can syng duel here; For every wight escheweth thee to here; Thy songes be so elynge, in gode fey." "What?" quoth he, "What may thee eyle now? Hit thynkes me I syng as wel as thow; For my songe is bothe trewe and pleyn, Althogh I cannot breke hit so in veyne As thou dost in thy throte, I wote ner how. "And every wight may understond me, But, nyghtyngale, so may they not thee, For thou hast mony a nyse, queynt crie. I have herd thee seye 'Ocy! Ocy!' Who myght wete what that shuld be?" "O fole," quoth she, "wost thou not what that is? When that I sey 'Ocy! Ocy!' iwisse, Then mene I that I wolde wonder fayne That al tho wer shamefully slayne, That menen oght agen Love amys. "And also I wold al tho were dede, That thenk not her lyve in love to lede, For who that wol the God of Love not serve, I dar wel say he is worthy for to sterve; And for that skille 'Ocy! Ocy!' I crede." "Ey!" quoth the cukkow, "ywis, this is a queynt lawe, That eyther shal I love or elles be slawe. But I forsake al suche companye, For myn entent is neyther for to dye, Ne while I lyve in Loves yoke to drawe. "For lovers be the folke that lyven on lyve, That most disese han, and most unthrive,4 And most enduren sorowe, wo, and care, And, at the last, failen of her welfaire. What nedith hit agens trweth to strive?"5 "What?" quoth she, "Thou art out of thy mynde! How maist thou in thy cherles hert fynde To speke of Loves servauntes in this wyse? For in this worlde is noon so good servise To every wight that gentil ys of kynde. "For therof truly cometh al goodnesse, Al honour, and al gentilnesse, Worship, ese, and al hertys lust, Perfyt joy and ful ensured trust, Jolité, plesaunce, and freshenesse, "Louelyhed and trew companye, Semelyhed, largenesse, and curtesie, Drede of shame and for to don amys; For he that truly Loves servaunt ys, Wer lother to be schamed then to dye. "And that ys sothe, al that I sey; In that beleve I wil bothe lyve and dye, And, cukkow, so rede I thee, that thou do, iwis." "Ye then," quoth he, "God let me never have blis, If evere I to thy counseyl obey. "Nyghtyngale, thou spekest wonder faire, But, for al that, the sothe is the contreyre. For loving in yong folke is but rage, And in olde hit is a grete dotage; Who most hit useth, most he shal apeyre. "For therof cometh disese and hevynesse, Sorow and care and mony a seknesse, Dispite, debate, angre, and envye, Repreve and shame, untrust and jelosye, Pride and myschefe, povert and wodenesse. "What? Lovyng is an office of dispaire, And oon thing is therin that ys not faire; For who that geteth of love a lytil blysse, But he be alway ther by, ywysse, He may ful sone of age have his eire. "And therfor, nyghtyngale, holde thee nye, For leve me wel: for al thy loude crie, Yf thou fer or long be fro thi make, Thou shalt be as other that be forsake, And then shalt thou hoten as do I."6 "Fye," quoth she, "on thi name and on thee! The God of Love let thee nevere ythe! For thou art wors a thousand folde then wode, For mony is ful worthie and ful good, That had be noght ne had Love ybe.7 "For Love his servant evermore amendeth, And fro al tachches him defendeth, And maketh him to brenne as eny fire, In trouthe and in worschipful desire, And whom him likes, joy ynogh him sendeth."8 "Ye, nyghtyngale," he seyde, "holde thee stille! For Love hath no reson but his wille; For ofte sithe untrew folke he esith, And trew folke so bittirly displesith, That for defaute of grace hee let hem spille. "With suche a lorde wolde I never be, For he is blynde and may not se. And when he lyeth he not, ne when he fayleth; In this court ful selde trouthe avayleth, So dyverse and so wilful ys he." Then toke I of the nyghtyngale kepe. She kest a sighe out of her hert depe, And seyde, "Alas, that ever I was bore! I can for tene sey not oon worde more." And ryght with that she brast on for to wepe. "Alas!" quoth she, "my hert wol tobreke, To her thus this fals birdde to speke Of Love, and of his worshipful servyse. Now, God of Love, thou helpe me in summe wise, That I may on this cukkow ben awreke." Me thoght then that I stert out anone, And to the broke I ran and gatte a stone, And at the cukkow hertly I cast, And he for drede flyed awey ful fast, And glad was I when that he was gone. And evermore the cukkow as he fley, He seyde, "Farewel, farewel, papyngay," As thogh he had scorned, thoght me. But ay I hunted him fro tre to tre, Till he was fer al out of syght away. And then come the nyghtyngale to me And seyde, "Frende, forsoth I thanke thee, That thou hast lyked me thus to rescowe, And oon avowe to Love I avowe, That al this May I wol thy singer be." I thanked her, and was ryght wel apayed. "Yee," quoth she, "and be thou non amayed, Thogh thou have herde the cukkow er then me, For, if I lyve, hit shal amended be The next May, yf I be not affrayed. And oon thing I wol rede thee also: Ne leve not the cukkow, Loves fo, For al that he hath seyde is strong lesing." "Nay," quoth I, "ther shal nothing me bring Fro Love, and yet he doth me mekil wo." "Yee, use thou," quoth she, "this medecyne: Every day this May er that thou dyne, Goo loke upon the fressh flour, the daysye, And thogh thou be for wo in poynt to dye, That shal ful gretly thee lyssen of thy pyne. And loke alwey that thou be good and trewe, And I wol singe oon of thy songes newe. For love of thee, as loude as I may crie." And then she began this songe ful hye: "I shrewe hem al that be to Love untrewe." And when she had songen hit out to the ende, "Now fairewel," quoth she, "for I most wende. And God of Love, that can ryght wel, and may, As mekil joy sende yow this day, As ever yet he eny lover sende!" Thus toke the nyghtyngal her leve of me. I prey to God He alwey with her be, And joy of love He sende her ever more, And shilde us fro the cukkow and his lore, For ther is non so fals a bridde as he. Forthe she fley, the gentil nyghtyngale, To al the briddes that were in the vale, And gat hem all into a place yn fere, And besoght hem that they wolde here Her dysese, and thus began her tale: "Yee knowe wel, hit is not fro yow hidde, How that the cukkow and Y have chidde Ever sithe hit was dayes lyght. I prey yow al that ye do me ryght Of that foule, fals, unkynde bridde." Then spake oon brid for al by assent: "This mater asketh good avysement, For we be fewe briddes her in fere; And soth hit ys the cukkow is not here, And therfore we wol have a parlement. And therat shal be the egle our lorde, And other perys that ben of recorde; And the cukkow shal be after sent, And ther shal be geven the jugement, Or elles we shul make summe acorde. And this shal be, withouten any nay, The morowe of Seynt Valentynes day, Under the maple that is feire and grene, Before the chambre wyndow of the quene, At Wodestok, upon the grene lay." She thanketh hem and then her leve toke, And fleye into an hawthorn by the broke, And ther she sate and songe upon the tre: "Terme of lyve, Love hath withholde me" So loude that with that songe I awoke. Explicit liber Cupidinis |
ah bless you; (see note) hearts high [ones]; (see note); (t-note) (t-note) stingy; generous (t-note) healthy [people]; sick (i.e., lovesick) bind; unbind also; (see note) will conceive; (t-note) people very foolish [ones] wicked people destroy vice; (t-note) frightened In short; will (wishes); can Against; no person dares to say no (i.e., refuse) (t-note) shows always; (see note); (t-note) true (faithful), courteous, noble heart plans to be [with him] Toward; inclination Either; else to mourning; (t-note) it seems to me; (t-note) may hear the birds; (see note); (t-note) flowers; leaves spring [forth] hearts' store of memories; (t-note) kind [of] comfort; tempered with misery; (t-note) joyful sorrow; (see note) from that results; sickness (i.e., lovesickness) lack; desire; (t-note) are hearts are continuously inflamed say; [because] of feeling feeble; (see note) a fever (lovesickness); (see note); (t-note) painful, certainly, no one knows stricken; pallid fevers (a stage of lovesickness); (see note); (t-note) little; (see note) it; unlikely to be [the case]; (see note); (t-note) any heart should be lethargic which; wishes to thrust awake; (see note) saying; (see note) them; common saying would be; hear than the ill-mannered (crude); (t-note) as soon as would go somewhere to try If; hear so far this year I had heard none; (t-note) (see note); (t-note) longer did I want; stay (abide) wood; close at hand; (see note) alone secretly; (t-note) traveled down along the bank of a brook came; clearing I had never been in so fair [a] one sprinkled; daisies; (see note); (t-note) flowers; grass; equally high; (t-note) else seen flowers birds creep; their bowers; (see note); (t-note) Where; themselves day's sing their [canonical] hours (i.e., prime); (see note); (t-note) knew; Divine Office; by; (t-note) many; bird song (t-note) another kind [of] voice sang softly loud voice; (t-note) preened themselves; merry; (t-note) pranced; skipped; branch together; (see note) Exactly as; this year; (t-note) (t-note) river [bank]; (see note) noise; ran In accordance with; birds' harmonious singing It seemed to me it delight; do not at all know how; (t-note) fell; doze; state of sleep; (t-note) completely asleep, nor fully awake sorry bird; ill-mannered (crude); (see note); (t-note) tree displeased/dissatisfied Cross Heap trouble; foul voice; (t-note) little began [to] rail against the cuckoo; (t-note) (t-note) joyfully (vigorously); (see note) magnificent (pure) song; reverberate; (t-note) From one side to the other; leafy wood; (t-note) said You have been away a little too long here has been; (t-note) sung songs instead of you; (t-note) pray; deadly; burn; (t-note) will tell you an amazing thing swoon I understood (knew); birds their meaning (intent) their speech; understanding (t-note) some place; (see note); (t-note) [those of] us who; stay; (t-note) person avoids hearing you songs are so tedious (ailing), truly; (t-note) said; ail; (t-note) It seems to me; you (thou) honest (true); unembellished (plainsong); (see note) trill (modulate) it (i.e., the song); frivolously; (t-note) I do not at all know how person can strange (foolish), peculiar (deceptive); (see note); (t-note) Ocy! Ocy! (i.e., the song of the nightingale) know fool; know indeed; (see note); (t-note) I mean; I very eagerly wish all [of] them were ignominiously slain Who intend anything wicked against Love wish all those; dead; (t-note) plan not their lives; lead will die reason; cry; (t-note) certainly; peculiar; (see note); (t-note) either; else be killed; (t-note) neither to die; (t-note) Nor; Love's; (t-note) (t-note) (t-note) finally, fail to secure their success; (t-note) mind; (t-note) can; find [it] in your churl's (mean) heart; (t-note) Love's servants; way [there] is no service so good is noble by nature (t-note) nobility Worthiness; comfort (gratification); heart's desire; (t-note) Perfect; fully assured; (t-note) Gaiety; delight; cheerfulness Humility; faithful companionship; (t-note) Graciousness, generosity; courtesy; (see note); (t-note) Fear; of doing wrong (amiss); (t-note) Love's; is Were more reluctant (loath); disgraced than; (see note); (t-note) is [the] truth; say; (t-note) belief; (t-note) I advise you; certainly; (t-note) Yea; bliss; (t-note) very eloquently; (see note) truth; contrary; (t-note) young people; rashness; (t-note) [the] old; folly (madness); (t-note) engage in it; be injured misfortune (sorrow); (t-note) sickness; (t-note) Spite (Resentment) Disgrace; distrust; (t-note) wickedness, poverty; madness; (t-note) a task; (t-note) gets (begets); (see note) Unless he is always by it (i.e., paying attention to it); (t-note) right away have his heir come of age; (t-note) stay nearby believe; despite; (t-note) If; from; mate; (t-note) are forsaken; (t-note) (see note) let you never prosper; (t-note) worse; crazy many; (t-note) Love always improves/corrects his servant; (t-note) vices/faults protects him; (t-note) (t-note) fidelity; honorable (virtuous); (t-note) (t-note) (t-note) reason; will; (see note); (t-note) frequently; unfaithful; pleases; (t-note) faithful; cruelly lack; he lets them (causes them to) die; (t-note) (t-note) see; (see note); (t-note) lies; does not know, nor; misses; (t-note) very seldom does being in the right do any good; (see note) (see note) took; heed heaved; heart deep; (t-note) born; (t-note) sorrow say; (see note); (t-note) burst into tears; (t-note) heart will shatter hear; bird; (t-note) honorable service in some way get revenge arose from sleeping right away; (t-note) brook; got; (t-note) vigorously; (t-note) flew (t-note) flew parrot; (see note) mocked [us]; (t-note) I kept hunting; tree to tree; (t-note) came Friend, truly chosen thus to rescue me; (t-note) vow; make; (t-note) (t-note) pleased not at all afraid; (t-note) earlier than; (t-note) if; alarmed (afraid) will advise Do not believe; Love's foe; (t-note) flagrant lying (t-note) even though; great; (t-note) medicine; (see note); (t-note) before you dine flower; daisy; (t-note) on the point of dying relieve you of your pain; (t-note) see (t-note) loudly curse; (t-note) it; (t-note) must go my way much; (t-note) sent; (t-note) took; leave (t-note) shield none; bird flew; courteous (noble) birds; (t-note) got; together would hear suffering You; hidden; (t-note) I; argued; (t-note) since; daylight foul, deceitful, unnatural bird; (see note) bird for all; (t-note) matter demands; counsel birds here in a flock (together); (t-note) it is true [that] an assembly; (see note) eagle; (see note); (t-note) nobles; are officially members of parliament; (t-note) sent for afterwards given else; some settlement; (t-note) denial; (t-note) morning; (t-note) window of the queen's chamber; (see note) Woodstock; lawn; (t-note) leave took; (t-note) flew; brook; (see note); (t-note) sat; tree [For the] term of life; retained; (see note) (see note); (t-note) Here ends the book of Cupid |