VIII. CHAUCERS WORDES UNTO ADAM, HIS OWNE SCRIVEYN ADAM Scriveyn, if ever it thee bifalle Under thy lokkes thou most have the scalle, IX. THE FORMER AGE A BLISFUL lyf, a paisible and a swete They helde hem payed of fruites, that they ete, Yit nas the ground nat wounded with the plough, No mader, welde, or wood no litestere To grobbe up metal, lurkinge in darknesse, Thise tyraunts putte hem gladly nat in pres, Ther as vitaile is eek so skars and thinne Yit were no paleis-chaumbres, ne non halles ; No doun of fetheres, ne no bleched shete Unforged was the hauberk and the plate; But ech of hem wolde other wel cheryce; No lord, no taylage by no tyrannye; Humblesse and pees, good feith, the emperice, Yit was not Jupiter the likerous, Come in this world; ne Nembrot, desirous And doublenesse, and tresoun and envye, X. FORTUNE Balades de visage sanz peinture I. LE PLEINTIF COUNTRE FORTUNE THIS wrecched worldes transmutacioun, Yit is me left the light of my resoun, O Socrates, thou stedfast champioun, II. LA RESPOUNSE DE FORTUNE AU PLEINTIF No man is wrecched, but him-self hit wene, I have thee taught divisioun bi-twene How many have I refused to sustene, III. LA RESPOUNSE DU PLEINTIF COUNTRE FORTUNE Thy lore I dampne, hit is adversitee. My frend maystow nat reven, blind goddesse! |