[The beginning of the poem is missing. The opening lines apparently told how Commissioners were sent to investigate the condition of nunneries throughout the kingdom.]
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Into dyvers schyres dyvers men rode,    And one of hem began in Kent.    They token her leve and forthe they went; And to eche of hem was geven grete hyre,    And therefore they were so fervent To seke owte nunryes in every schyre.     But the townes names I ovyr pas,    For and I schulde telle alle in fere,    Hyt were a long tale for to here.    But on a boke I dare well swere, In gode feythe and on womanhode,    None was forgete, fer ne nere, Thorowgh Ynglond long and brode.     But when they were com home agene    That roden owte message to bere, Than my fader was fulle fayne    And callede hem to hym alle in fere    And seyde, "How sped ye there ye were, How faren the nunnes that ye cam tylle?"    "Welle, syr," quod they, "and made us gode chere, And yowre desyre they wolle fulfylle."     "I thanke hem seres, iwys," quod he,    "Now am I glade, so God me spede." And than my fader loked on me,    "Dameselle," quod he, "now take gode hede,    For yowre entent God do yow mede. Ye seyde ye wolde be a nune,    But ye may not fulfylle in dede The purpose that ye have begun."     "Fader," quod I, and sore I wept,    "Wolle ye me here wyth wordys few? I trow my wylle schalle be accept    Before owre sovereyne Lorde Ihesu,    And to Him I am and wolle be trew Wythe alle my wylle and obcervaunce,    And I wolle not chonge Hym for no new, For I love Hym wythe owten variaunce.     "And trewly me repenteth fulle sore    That my wylle may not be had." Than my fader lowgh and seyde no more,    But went hys way and was fulle glade.    But than morned I, and was ryght sad, And in my hert I was fulle wo:    "Alas," I thowght, "my chawnce ys bad, I trow that fortune be my fo."     Than hyt befelle in a mornyng of May,    In the same yere as I seyde before, My pencyfness wolde not away    But ever waxed more and more,    I walked alone and wepte sore Wythe syhyngys and mornyng chere,    I seyde but lytylle and thowght the more, For what I thowght no man myght here.     And in a gardyne I sportyd me    Every day at dyvers howres, To beholde and for to see    The swete effecte of Aprelle flowres,    The fayre herbys and gentyl flowrys And birde syngyng on every spray,    But my longyng and my dolowrys For alle thys sport wolde not away.     The byrdys sate on the bowes grene    And syngyng fulle meryly and made gode chere; Her federys were fulle fayre and schene    And alle they maden mery in her manere.    Than went I into a fayre herbere, And set me on my kneys allone,    To God I made my prayowre, And on thys wyse I made my mone:     "Lorde God, that alle vertu hast    And haddyst wythowten begynnyng, Kepe me that I may lyve chaste    For the corupcion of synnyng;    For thowgh my fadyr and alle my kyn Forsake me thus in necessite,    Yyt I hope suche grace to wyn That owre Lord Ihesu wolle resceyve me.     "Sovereyne Lord omnipotent,    Now be my comfort, swete Ihesu. Before The alle thyng ys present,    Alle that evyr was, and alle that ys,    Alle that schalle be aftyr thys. Thow knowest alle thyng bothe most and lest.    Now Ihesu kyng of Hevyn blys, Wysse me thy servant what ys best.     "For now I am alle desolate,    And of gode cownesayle destitute. Lord, to my mornyng be mediate,    For Thow art oonly my refute,    To The for comfort I make my sute, To have that joy that lastythe ay,    For her love that bare that frute, Swete Ihesu, miserere mei!     "I can no more, but trust in The    In whom ys alle wysdom and wyt; And thow wost what ys best for me,    For alle thyng in thy syght ys pyt.    Loo here I thyne handmayde syt Dyspysede and in poynte to spylle.    My cawse to The, Lorde, I commytte: Now do to me aftyr Thy wylle."     And at that worde forfeynte I fylle    Among the herbes fresche and fyne; Unto a benche of camomylle    My wofulle hede I dyd inclyne,    And so I lay in fulle grete pyne, And cowde not cese but alwey wepe,    And sore I syghed many a tyme And prayed my lorde he wolde me kepe.     And at the last a sclepe was ibrowght    And alle alone in this gardyne. And than com a fayre lady, as me thowght,    And called me by name - "Kateryne,"    And seyde, "Awake, dowghtyr myne, And to my talkyng take entent.    To bryng thyne hert owte of pyne, And to comfort the, now have I ment.     "Kateryne," sche sayde, "loke up and have."    And than I behelde welle her fygure - I pray to God in Hevyn her save -    For hyt was the most godely creature    That ever I saw, I yow ensuer, As I wolle telle yow or I go,    For I behelde welle her feture, Her bewté, and her clothyng also.     And me thowght I was as wakyng tho,    As I am now wythowten lesyng; And I behelde that lady so    That I forgate alle my mornyng,    For hyt was to me a wondyr thyng That lady to beholden and see:    Sche was so fayre wythowten lesyng Bothe of clothyng and of bewté,     Thys that was so godely arrayed.    Sche comfortythe me in dyvers wyse, And spake to me in dyvers wyse,    And bad me anone I schulde aryse.    And me thowght I rose and knelyd thryes, And seyde to her wythe grete reverence,    "What ys yowr name, dame empryse?" Sche seyde, "My name ys Experience."     "And, dowghter, my techyng may not fayle,    For what so I teche, hyt ys fulle trew, And now at thys tyme for thyne avayle    I am com hedyr on the to rew;    And wythe the help of Cryste Ihesu I hope hyt schalle be for the best,    For suche thynges as I schalle the schew, I tro hyt schalle set thyne hert in rest."     "Thanke yow, lady," quod I than,    "And thereof hertely I yow pray; And I, as lowly as I can,    Wolle do yow servyse nyght and day;    And what ye byd me do or say To yow I promyt obedyence,    And bryng me owte of thys carefulle way, My gode dere Lady Experience."     Than me thowght sche toke me by the honde    As I knelyd upon my kne And up anone sche bad me ryse    And on thys wyse seyde to me:    "Kateryne, thys day schalt thow see An howse of wommen reguler,    And diligent loke that thow be, And note ryght welle what thow seest there."     Than me thowght sche led me forthe a pace    Thorowgh a medow fayre and grene, And sone sche browght me to a place,    In erthe ys none so fayre I wene,    Of ryalle byldyng so I mene, Hyt schyned wythowte so fayre and clere,    But syn had made hyt fulle unclene Wythin, as ye schalle aftyr here.     "What place ys thys that stondythe hyre,"    Quod I to hyre that dyd me lyde. "Kateryne," sche sayd, "we wyl go nere,    And what you seyst, take good hede."    Than at the gates in we yede, Boldly as thowgh we had be at home,    And I thowght, "Now Chryst us spede." Than to the cloyster sone we com,     For hyt was a howse of nunes in trewthe,    Of dyvers orderys bothe olde and yong, But not welle governede, and that was rowthe,    Aftyr the rewle of sad levyng. For where that selfe wylle ys reyngyng, The whyche causethe dyscorde and debate,    And resun hathe none enteryng, That howse may not be fortunate.     For Arystotelle, who so redythe,    In the fyrst boke of hys Moralité, Playnely seyethe that every man nedethe    To be ware of the unresonabylité    That comethe of the sensualité, And not hys bestely condiciones sewe,    But let resun have the soveraynté, And so he schalle purches vertu."     But what in that place I saw    That to religion schulde not long, Peraventure ye wolde desyre to know,    And who was dwellyng hem among.    Sum what schalle I telle you wyth tong, And sum what cownseyle kepe I schalle,    And so I was tawght whan I was yong, To here and se, and sey not alle.     But there was a lady, that hygh Dame Pride,    In grete reputacion they her toke; And pore Dame Mekenes sate be syde,    To her unnethys ony wolde loke,    But alle as who seythe I her forsoke And set not by her nether most ne lest.    Dame Ypocryte loke upon a boke And bete her selfe upon the brest.     On every syde than lokede up I,    And fast I cast myne ye abowte. Yf I cowde se, beholde, or a-spy,    I wolde have sene Dame Devowte.    And sche was but wythe few of that rowght, For Dame Sclowthe and Dame Veyne Glory    By vyolens had put her owte; And than in my hert I was fulle sory.     But Dame Envy was there dwellyng    The whyche can sethe stryfe in every state, And another lady was there wonnyng    That hyght Dame Love Unordynate;    In that place bothe erly and late Dame Lust, Dame Wantowne, and Dame Nyce,    They ware so there enhabyted, I wate, That few token hede to Goddys servyse.     Dame Chastyte, I dare welle say,    In that covent had lytylle chere, But oft in poynte to go her way,    Sche was so lytelle beloved there;    But sum her loved in hert fulle dere, And there weren that dyd not so,    And sum set no thyng by her, But gafe her gode leve for to go.     And at that place I saw muche more,    But alle I thenk not to dyscrye, But I wolle sey as I seyde before,    And yt ys a poynte of curtesy:    For whoso chateryt lyke a py And tellethe alle that he herethe and seethe,    He schalle be put owte of company, And scho the gose, thus wysdum us lerethe.     And in that place fulle besyly    I walked whyle I myght enduer, And saw how Dame Envy    In every corner had grete cure;    Sche bare the keyes of many a dore. And than Experience to me came    And seyde, "Kateryne, I the ensuer, Thys lady ys but seldom fro home."     Than Dame Pacience and Dame Charyte    In that nunry fulle sore I sowght; I wolde fayne have wyst where they had be,    For in that covent were they nowght;    But an owte chamber for hem was wrowght, And there they dweldyn wythowtyn stryfe,    And many gode women to them sowght And were fulle wyfulle of her lyfe. 1     Also another lady there was    That hyght Dame Dysobedyent, And sche set nowght by her Priores.    And than me thowght alle was schent,    For sugettys schulde evyr be dylygent Bothe in worde, in wylle, and dede,    To plese her sovereynes wyth gode entent, And hem obey, ellys God forbede.     And of alle the defawtes that I cowde se    Thorowgh schewyng of Experience, Hyt was one of the most that grevyd me,    The wantyng of obedyence.    For hyt schulde be chese in consciens, Alle relygius rule wytnesseth the same,    And when I saw her in no reverence, I myght no lenger abyde for schame.     For they setten not by obedyence,    And than for wo myne hert gan blede, Ne they hadden her in no reverence,    But few or none to her toke hede.    And than I sped me thens a grete spede, That covent was so fulle of syn.    And than Experience dyd me lede Owte at the gates there we com in.     And when we were both wythowte,    Upon the gras we setten us downe, And then we behelde the place abowte,    And there we talkeden as us lest.    And than I prayed Experience for to have wyst Why sche schewed me thys nunery.    Sche seyde, "Now we bene here in rest, I thenk for to tellen the why.     "Thy fyrst desyre and thyne entent    Was to bene a nune professede, And for thy fader wolde not consent.    Thyne hert wyth mornyng was sore oppressede,    And thow wyst not what to do was best; And I seyde, I wolde cese thy grevawnce,    And now for the most part in every cost I have schewed the nunnes governawnce.     "For as thow seest wythin yonder walle    Suche bene the nunnes in every warde, As for the most part, I say not alle,    God forbede, for than hyt were harde,    For sum bene devowte, holy, and towarde, And holden the ryght way to blysse;    And sum bene feble, lewde, and frowarde, Now God amend that ys amys!     "And now, Kateryne, I have alle do    For thy comfort that longeth to me, And now let us aryse and go    Unto the herber there I com to the."    Than in thys herber sche let be me. I thanked her wyth grete reverence,    I pray to God i-blessyd be sche, Thys fayre Lady Experience.     And whan sche was gone, I wakede anone.    And I thowght how I may governed be, For nun wold I nevere be none,    For suche defawtes that I have see.    But yyf they myght amendyd be, And forsake her syn both day and nyght,    God yyf me grace that day to se, And ellys hyt wolle not be a ryght.     But here peraventure sum man wolde say,    And to hys conceyte so hyt schulde seme, That I forsoke sone a perfyte way    For a fantesy or for a dreme.    For dreme was hyt none, ne fantasye, Hyt was unto me a gratius mene	received their orders avoided neither; mire far and wide nunneries; shire Their hearts; their work showed; labor fervent; fire orders     malingered errand diverse them their leave given; wages             pass over if; together hear; (see note) book; swear (see note) overlooked; far; near         again; (see note)     father; fully eager all together fared you where visited said; (see note) They're certainly obliging     sirs, indeed; he (the father); (see note) prosper     heed intention God reward you                 sorely hear believe; acceptable Jesus         another [lord]             (see note) laughed     mourned heart; woeful; (see note) situation believe; foe     (see note)     pensiveness; [go] away         sighs; mournful demeanor     But; hear; (see note)     entertained myself various times             branch sadness diversion     birds; green boughs     Their feathers; shining     garden knees prayer manner; complaint             Protect From         Yet                             least     Show         counsel grief; mediator refuge; (see note) appeal forever (see note) have mercy on me     know; have faith in You knowledge; (see note) know set (see note) Despised; point of death             in a faint; fell         head pain cease             sleep came upon me; (see note)                 pay attention torment intended                     assure before shape beauty     And it seemed to me; then (see note) When sadness         lying         This [person]; handsomely dressed; (see note) comforted; many ways     asked me soon kneeled three times     most excellent lady         fail     benefit hither to take pity on you         show you; (see note)         (see note)                 promise unhappy                     manner     convent of nuns; (see note)             quickly; (see note) meadow     think royal architecture shone sin         here her; lead     see; heed went     help us             (see note) a pity regulation of sober living reigning (see note) If; access         whosoever reads [him]                 beastly; follow     achieve virtue         That which; belong         tongue         hear; see; say; (see note)     was called regarded     scarcely any Except         beat         eye     Devotion But; company Sloth violence             discover dwelling was called         ensconsed; know             welcome about to             didn't care about gave         describe     a matter chatters; magpie hears; sees     show; goose; teaches             (see note) influence door     assure you                 known     outer; made dwelt                     cared nothing about; (see note) ruined subjects                 deficiencies                                                 quickly went away                             as we wished make known showed; (see note)                     since             way             district         obliging     refractory             pertains to my office arise arbor where; came                     awakened soon (see note)     deficiencies     their sinfulness             perhaps; (see note) understanding [too] soon; perfect         gracious course of action
	[A piece of the manuscript is torn away here, bearing the last line of this stanza, all of the next, and part of the one following.]
345                        350                    355                        360                    365	Holy wryt w . . .    Pleynely go rede hyt wh . . . And hyt ys wretyn in Genesye,    In the fowre and thyrty chapytylle,    How Dyna, for sche bode not stylle But went owte to see thynges in veyne,    Sche was defowled agenyst her wylle, And therefore thowsandys of peple were sclayn.     Yowre barbe, your wymppylle and your vayle,    Yowre mantelle and yowre devowte clothyng, Maketh men wythowten fayle    To wene ye be holy in levyng.    And so hyt ys an holy thyng To bene in habyte reguler.    Than, as by owtewarde aray in semyng, Beth so wythin, my ladyes dere.     A fayre garlond of yve grene    Whyche hangeth at a taverne dore, Hyt ys a false token as I wene,    But yf there be wyne gode and sewer;    Ryght so but ye your vyces forbere, And let alle lewde custom be broken,    So God me spede, I yow ensewer, Ellys yowre habyte ys no trew token. 2	Holy scripture     Genesis chapter Dinah; (see note)         slain     veil; hood; scarf; (see note) cloak     think; living                     ivy         wine; dependable
	[Again the manuscript is damaged and the better part of a stanza missing.]
370                    375                        380                    385	. . . yng . . . nde gode levyng, . . . yf they be wythin the contrary    In Holy Schrypture wythowte lesyng They bene called the chyldryn of false ypocrasy.     Now, ladyes, taketh gode hede to thys exhortacion    That I have tawght yow in thys lore, And beholde the gode conversacion    Of gode women here before,    Fulle holy vyrgynes many a store, The whyche levedyn here relygyisly,    And now in joy and blysse therefore They have possession endlesly:     Seynte Clare and Seynte Edyth also,    Seynte Scolastica and Seynte Brigytte, Seynte Radegunde, and many mo    That weren professed in nunnes habyte.    They fulle besy were wyth alle her wytte To be ware of syn, and fle there froo,    And now for evyr they bene qwyte From alle maner sorow and woo,     Seynte Audre, Seynte Freswyth, and Seynte Emerelde,    Seynte Wythbuge and Seynte Myldrede, Seynte Sexburge and Seynte Ermenylde -    Of alle these holy women we rede.	an abundance lived on earth piously     (see note)     (see note)         (see note)     flee; from released                 (see note)
	[The poem breaks off mid-stanza, apparently incomplete.]