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Ballade 27 [addressed to his lady] - fols. 19v-20v Myn hert hath sent abowt, ye, fer and nere, For his welwilleris, frendis, and allyes, As wherefor? Whi, ther advise to here, To have counsell of grete thingis which that lyes On him, as this: how he may his enemyes, As Thought and Woo with ther cursid allyaunce, Best discomfit (that moyan wold he lere), Which willith to distroy his joyful chere As in the Prison of Grevous Displesaunce. For in desert they putt have his Plesere, And Joye he holt of them but in patise Save Comfort cometh to se him in a gere1 And makith him a maner of promysse Them to banysshe. Lo, in this maner wise Hope hath him oft achasid Disperaunce Which kepith Joy fro me as a straungere, That causith this: my hertis rage martere2 As in the Prison of Grevous Displesaunce. O Myghti God, Y humbly thee requere That Y may se the tyme sone to arise That every man may, to his desere, Without safcondit seche ther entirprise, And then may Love, if so he werken wise, Of Daungere take but right a small doutaunce; Then wold myn hert and Y bothe laughe in fere Which now in sighis doth himsilf atere As in the Prison of Grevous Displesaunce. Syn Absence thus me holt and from yow tise, My hert complayneth that ye myght agrise Hem for to here, myn owen soul suffisaunce, Me praiyng this to write yow, lady dere; That he hath not all that he wolde desere, As in the Prison of Grevous Displesaunce. Ballade 43 - fols. 29v-30r My poore hert bicomen is hermyte In hermytage of Thoughtfull Fantasé. For false Fortune, so full of gret dispite, That many yere hath hatid him and me, Hath newe allyed hir (this may Y se), To his gret hurt, with Payne and Hevynes, And hath him banysshid out of all gladnes, That where to dwelle nath he o bidyng place Save in the Carfull Wode in payne to ly, Where he contentith bide his lyvis space,3 And yet Y say him how it is foly. Moche have Y spent of speche to his profite But that to harke, Y trowe, he is not he; My wordis alle nar worth to him a myte; His will is sett in suche perplexité That lightly, loo, hit kan not chaungid be. So is he governyd al as bi Distres, Which ganyst his profit doth nevyr cesse4 Him to avise (such counsell is't he hase!), That nyght and day him holdith company, That he may not eschewe his wrecchid case, And yet Y say him how it is foly. This as for me, y cast to leve him quyt, Mi bestbilovyd, myn hertis soul ladé, Without so be ye lust to him write Sum praty word of yowre benygne bounté For to alesse his gret adversité, Ellis hath he made a feithfull trewe promys For to renounce the joy and gret ricches Of gladsom thought or plesere in him was - And aftir that unto that howre he dey The Abite of Discomfort on him lace, And yet Y say him how it is foly. O fayre sance per, lo this without yowre grace For anything that Y kan do trewly Mi dullid hert wol not comfort, allas, And yet Y say him how it is foly. Double Ballade - fols. 112r-113r O thou Fortune, that causist pepill playne Upon thi chaunge and mutabilité, Did Y thee so, Y blamyd wrong, certayne, For stabill yet herto as fynde Y thee Withouten chaunge for to prevaylen me, But whereas first thou fond me in symplesse,5 Thou holdist me in myn adversité So that Y may biwayle thi stabilnes. And yet full many holde opynyoun As that thou shulde now hurt, and now amende,6 And gladly, als, of thi condicioun A sympill wight in honure to ascende, And most in weele as don him downe descende, But Y may well contrary lo witnes, For of my wrecchid liif Y fynde noon ende, So that Y may biwayle thi stabilnes. For well Y se how Ricches ascendith And all folke bisy him to plese and yeve, Whereas the sympill wight descendith Of alle lothid, and noon him lust releve, Among whiche on am Y in suche myschef Ordaynyd Love, but to moche bisynes Thou hast me geve my ladi to acheve, So that Y may biwayle thi stabilnes, Thorugh which Y wynne more maugré oft then love Bi my to bisy demenyng, And yet, God wot that sitt above, I most desire of any erthely thing To doon all that as were to hir plesyng, But of rewdenes thou gevist me such larges That thank to pike me wantith the konnyng,7 So that Y may biwayle thi stabilnes. Alas! Fortune, now were me wondir wise, Sett me in wey my lady for to plese, And if that Y have tane to high emprise, I pardoun axe and that thou not displese, But turne thi whele my langour to apese And of my smert to shape me sum redresse, For yet thou baytist me in noyous lese,8 So that Y may biwayle thi stabilnes. For my dull rewdenes hath no governaunce Thorugh my demenyng hir to doon plesere And yet, God wot, as that Y have pusshaunce, I sett myn hert, my will, and my desere Hir for to serve, but all to gret an hire I willid have thorugh fonnyd wilfulnes, But me prevaylith werryng nor prayere, So that Y may biwayle thi stabilnes. Now farewell, Fortune, with thi stedfast face, For, as Y fynde, right so Y write of thee And yn my refrait, though Y thee manace, Thou oughtist not, me thenke, displesid be Though Y say trouthe as that thou dost to me, But evir truse and rewe on my distres That Y endure in suche adversité, So that Y may biwayle thi stedfastnes. Ballade 118 - fols. 145v-146r O fy, Fortune! Fy thi dissayt and skorne! For all thi fraude, retorne yet wilfully, That woldist ay eche wele were sone forlorne.9 Iwis, scoffer, yet art thou no thing ny Me to disseyve, for clene Y thee defy! To wel therto parseyve Y, lo, thi thought, Nor yet thou get me not, for all thi spie, Nor yet, Y trust, heraftir shalt thou not! To wel knowen have y thee toforne To be bigilid with thi mokkery. I am to ware of thee to were an horne, Wherfore that this Y pray thee hertily: Thi mokkis selle to them that lust it by! Full yvil ware of thee oft have Y bought,10 So yet thou get me not, for all thi spie, Nor yet, Y trust, heraftir shalt thou not. Now wolde Y say thou haddist thee wel borne11 Me to deseyve bi sleight or trechery, Which do revolve at eve or morne The dowbill turnys of thi juparty.12 So were Y foole to trusten thee trewly, Wherfore, as I have seid unto thee oft, That yet thou get me not, for all thi spy, Nor yet, Y trust, heraftir shalt thou not. So fy on Fortune! Fy on Jelowsy! And all the awayte ye have unto me wrought,13 For yet ye get me not, for all yowre spy, Nor yet, Y trust, heraftir shalt thou not. |
yea well-wishers; allies; (see note) Why? Why, their advice to hear lie such as Such as Worry and Woe defeat; means would he learn Who want; frame of mind Dire Misery in the wilderness; Happiness he holds; by a limited contract; (see note) a kind; (see note) in this way [from] him often chased away Despair (see note) ask soon to come desire pursue their [own] business; (see note) wisely fear very little; (see note) together Who; wears himself out holds and keeps me from you; (see note); (t-note) be afraid Of listening to him, my only (see note) has become [a] hermit; (see note) Melancholy Longing anger hated see Woe from all pleasure [So] that he has no place to dwell; (see note) Except; Woeful Forest; lie; (t-note) tell him that (see note) to listen, I believe, he will not are not; a little; (t-note) [a state of] confusion easily he is ruled entirely by Anguish; (t-note) advise; is it [that]; (see note) Who; keeps [So] that; avoid (escape); situation Thus; plan; entirely; (see note) only lady Unless you wish pleasant; gracious generosity In order to alleviate Otherwise (see note); (t-note) dies Garment of Sorrow O fair one sans peer; thus In spite of be comforted who causes; [to] complain; (see note) changeableness If I did so stable so far Without; to benefit (see note) [So] you [continue to] hold me lament many people (see note) also [they believe]; by your nature [Cause] a lowly person; (see note) And cause the happiest one bear witness to the contrary; (see note) life very well; (see note) everyone busies himself; give loathed; wishes [to] I am one in such misfortune Ordained [by]; too; difficulty; (see note) You [Fortune]; to win (see note); (t-note) too eager efforts; (see note) knows, who sits would please her uncouthness; abundance help me; (see note) put me on the right path taken on too high an undertaking ask; be displeased to appease my suffering pain; give; relief (see note); (t-note) self discipline efforts to give with all the power I have too great a reward; (t-note) I have desired; unwise avails neither fighting [against you] (see note) the way I see you song/lyric poem; threaten it seems to me tell; about what you do declare a truce and have pity; (see note) Which makes me Fie [on] thy deceit; (see note) From; deception; turn; (see note) Certainly, mocker; not even close; (see note); (t-note) completely Too well Too; perceive; (see note) Capture; spying Too; in the past too aware; to be fooled; (see note) Tricks; wish to buy; (see note) (see note) I would be a (see note) |