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And stant of alle vertue bare
Here after as I shall declare.

2. Qui nichil attemptat, nichil expedit, oreque muta

Munus amicicie vir fibi raro capit.
Ef modus in verbis, fed ei qui parcit amori

Verba referre sua non favet ullus amor.
Hic loquitur con- Touchend of south in his degre,
fessor de quadam Thore
fpecie accidie, que There is yet pusillamite,
pufillanimitas dišta which is to say in this langage
est, cuius ymagina-
tiva formido neque He that hath litel of corage
virtutes aggredi,
neque vicia fugere And dare no mannes werk beginne,
audet, ficque utri-
ufque vite tam ac- So may he nought by reson winne.
tive quam contem-
plative premium For who that nought dare undertake,
non attingit.

By right he shall no profit take.
But of this vice the nature
Dare nothing set in aventure,
Him lacketh bothe worde and dede,
Wherof he Thuld his cause spede.
He woll no manhode understonde,
For ever he hath drede upon honde
All is perill that he shall say,
Him thenketh the wolfe is in the way.
And of ymaginacion
He maketh his excusacion
And feigneth cause of pure drede
And ever he faileth ate nede,
Till all be spilt, that he with deleth.
He hath the fore, which no man heleth,
The whiche is cleped lacke of herte,
Though every grace about him sterte,

He woll nought ones stere his fote,
So that by reson lese he mote,
That woll nought aunter for to winne. !

And so forth, sone, if we beginne Confessor.
To speke of love and his service,
There ben truantes in suche a wise,
That lacken herte, whan best were
They speken of love, and right for fere
They waxen dombe and dare nought telle
Withouten foun, as doth the belle,
Whiche hath no clapper for to chime.
And right so they, as for the time
Ben herteles withoute fpeche
Of love and dare nothing beseche.
And thus they lese and winne nought.
Forthy my sone, if thou art ought
Coulpable as touchend of this southe,
Shrive the therof and tell me trouthe.
My fader, I am all beknowe,

Amans. That I have ben one of the flowe As for to telle in loves cas. Min herte is yet and ever was, As though the world shuld al to-breke, So ferful, that I dare nought speke Of what purpos that I have nome, Whan I toward my lady come, But let it passe and overgo. My sone, do no more so.

Confessor. For after that a man pursueth, To love so fortune fueth

Ful oft and yiveth her happy chaunce
To him, which maketh continuaunce
To preie love and to beseche,

As by ensample I shall the teche. Hic in amoris causa I finde, how whilom there was one, loquitur contra puGillanimes et dicit, Whose name was Pigmaleon, quod amans pro ti. Which was a lusty man of youthe. more verbis obtumes. V cere non debet, sed The werkes of entaile he couthe concinnando preces fui amoris expedicio- Above all other men as tho. nem tucius prosequatur, et ponit confef- And through fortune it felle him so for exemplum, qualiter Pigmaleon pro eo, As he, whom love shall travaile, quod preces continu- , avit, quandamymagi. He made an ymage of entaile nem eburneam, cuius Lich to a woman in femblaunce pulcritudinis concu. piscencia illaqueatus Of feture and of contenaunce, extitit, in carnem et fanguinem ad latus So faire yet never was figure. suum transformatam senciit.

Right as a lives creature
She semeth, for of yvor white
He hath it wrought of such delite,
That she was rody on the cheke
And rede on both her lippes eke,
Wherof that he him self beguileth.
For with a goodly loke she smileth,
So that through pure impression
Of his ymagination
With all the herte of his corage
His love upon this faire ymage
He set, and her of love preide.
But she no worde ayeinward said.
The longe day what thing he dede
This ymage in the same stede

Was ever by, that ate mete
He wold her serve and praide her ete
And put unto her mouth the cup.
And whan the bord was taken up,
He hath her unto his chambre nome,
And after whan the night was come,
He laide her in bed all naked.
He was forwept, he was forwaked,
He kiste her colde lippes ofte
And wissheth, that they weren fofte.
And ofte he rouneth in her ere,
And ofte his arm now here now there
He laide, as he her wolde embrace.
And ever among he axeth grace,
As though she wiste what it mente.
And thus him self he gan tormente
With such disese of loves peine,
That no man might him more peine.
But how it were of his penaunce
He made suche contenaunce
Fro day to night and praid so longe,
That his praiere is underfonge,
Which Venus of her grace herde
By night, and whan that he worst ferde
And it lay in his naked arme,
The colde ymage he feeleth warme
Of flesshe and bone and full of life.

Lo, thus he wanne a lusty wife,
Whiche obeisaunt was at his will.
And if he wolde have hold him still

And nothing spoke, he Thuld have failed.
But for he hath his word travailed
And durste speke, his love he spedde
And had all that he wolde abedde.
For er they wente than a two,
A knave child betwene hem two
They gete, which was after hote
Paphus, of whom yet hath the note
A certain ile, which Paphos

Men clepe, and of his name it rose.
Confeffor. By this ensample thou might finde,

That word may worche above kinde.
Forthy my sone, if that thou spare
To speke, loft is all thy fare,
For fouthe bringeth in alle wo.
And over this to loke also
The god of love is favorable
To hem, that ben of love stable.
And many a wonder hath befalle,
Wherof to speke amonges alle,
If that the list to taken hede,
Therof a solempne tale I rede,
Whiche I shall telle in remembraunce

Upon the sorte of loves chaunce.
Hic ponit exemplum The king Ligdus upon a strife
super eodem, qualiter
rex Ligdus uxori lue Spake unto Thelacuse his wife,
Thelacuse pregnanti Which thanne was with childe grete.
minabatur, quod si fi-
liam pareret, infans He swore it sholde nought be lette,
occideretur, que ta-
men poftea cum fili- That if she have a doughter bore,
am ediderat, Ylis dea
partus tunc presens That it ne sholde be forlore

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