And then hir joye, for oght I can espye, Ne lasteth not the twinkeling of an ye, And somme han never joye til they be dede. What meneth this? what is this mistihede? Wherto constreyneth he his folk so faste Thing to desyre, but hit shulde laste? 226 And thogh he made a lover love a thing, And maketh hit seme stedfast and during, Yet putteth he in hit such misaventure, That reste nis ther noon in his yeving. 230 And that is wonder, that so just a king Doth such hardnesse to his creature. Thus, whether love breke or elles dure, Algates he that hath with love to done Hath ofter wo then changed is the mone. Hit semeth he hath to lovers enmite, 236 And lyk a fissher, as men alday may see, Baiteth his angle-hook with som ples aunce, Til mony a fish is wood til that he be 239 Sesed ther-with; and then at erst hath he Al his desyr, and ther-with al mischaunce; And thogh the lyne breke, he hath penaunce; For with the hoke he wounded is so sore, That he his wages hath for ever-more. The Brooch of Thebes. The broche of Thebes was of suche a kinde, 245 So ful of rubies and of stones Inde, That every wight, that sette on hit an yë, He wende anon to worthe out of his minde; So sore the beaute wolde his herte binde, Til he hit hadde, him thoghte he moste dye; 25) And whan that hit was his, than shulde he drye Such wo for drede, ay whyl that he hit hadde, That welnigh for the fere he shulde madde. And whan hit was fro his possessioun, That every wight that had hit shuld have wo; 260 And therfor in the worcher was the vyce, And in the covetour that was so nyce. So fareth hit by lovers and by me; THE lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne, For al be that I knowe not love in dede, more. Of usage, what for luste what for lore, 15 For out of olde feldes, as men seith, 25 But now to purpos as of this matere- 30 Than asked he, if folk that heer be dede At regard of the hevenes quantite; Than bad he him, sin ert he was so lyte, Than tolde he him, in certeyn yeres space, That every sterre shulde come into his place Ther hit was first; and al shulde out of minde 69 That in this worlde is don of al mankinde. |