Chapter 8

[Coveitise.]iii.Agros iungit agris cupidus domibusque domosque,Possideat totam sic quasi solus humum.Solus et innumeros mulierum spirat amores,Vt sacra millenis sit sibi culta Venus.1Dame Avarice is noght soleine,Which is of gold the Capiteine;Bot of hir Court in sondri wise2After the Scole of hire apriseHic tractat confessor super illa specie Auaricie, que Cupiditas3dicitur, quam in amoris causa pertractans Amanti super hoc opponit.Sche hath of Servantz manyon,Wherof that Covoitise is on;Which goth the large world aboute,To seche thavantages oute,4Wher that he mai the profit winne5To Avarice, and bringth it inne.1980Thaton hald and that other draweth,6Ther is no day which hem bedaweth,No mor the Sonne than the Mone,Whan ther is eny thing to done,And namely with Covoitise;For he stant out of al assisseP. ii. 194Of resonable mannes fare.Wher he pourposeth him to fare7Upon his lucre and his beyete,The smale path, the large Strete,1990The furlong and the longe Mile,Al is bot on for thilke while:8And for that he is such on holde,Dame Avarice him hath withholde,As he which is the principalOutward, for he is overalA pourveour and an aspie.For riht as of an hungri PieThe storve bestes ben awaited,Riht so is Covoitise afaited2000To loke where he mai pourchace,For be his wille he wolde embrace9Al that this wyde world beclippeth;Bot evere he somwhat overhippeth,That he ne mai noght al fulfilleThe lustes of his gredi wille.Bot where it falleth in a lond,That Covoitise in myhti hondIs set, it is ful hard to fiede;For thanne he takth non other hiede,2010Bot that he mai pourchace and gete,His conscience hath al foryete,And not what thing it mai amonteThat he schal afterward acompte.Bote as the Luce in his degreOf tho that lasse ben than heP. ii. 195The fisshes griedeli devoureth,So that no water hem socoureth,Riht so no lawe mai rescoweFro him that wol no riht allowe;102020For wher that such on is of myht,His will schal stonde in stede of riht.Thus be the men destruid fulofte,Til that the grete god alofteAyein so gret a covoitiseRedresce it in his oghne wise:And in ensample of alle thoI finde a tale write so,The which, for it is good to liere,Hierafterward thou schalt it hiere.112030[Tale of Virgil’s Mirror.]Whan Rome stod in noble plit,Virgile, which was tho parfit,Hic ponit exemplum contra magnates cupidos. Et narrat de Crasso Romanorum Imperatore, qui turrim, in qua speculum Virgilii Rome fixum extiterat, dolosa circumuentus cupiditate euertit; vnde non solum sui ipsius perdicionem, set tocius Ciuitatis intollerabile dampnum contingere causauit.A Mirour made of his clergieAnd sette it in the tounes ÿeOf marbre on a piler withoute;That thei be thritty Mile abouteBe daie and ek also be nyhteIn that Mirour beholde myhteHere enemys, if eny were,With al here ordinance there,2040Which thei ayein the Cite caste:So that, whil thilke Mirour laste,Ther was no lond which mihte achieveWith werre Rome forto grieve;Wherof was gret envie tho.And fell that ilke time so,P. ii. 196That Rome hadde werres strongeAyein Cartage, and stoden longeThe tuo Cites upon debat.Cartage sih the stronge astat122050Of Rome in thilke Mirour stonde,And thoghte al prively to fondeTo overthrowe it be som wyle.And Hanybal was thilke whileThe Prince and ledere of Cartage,Which hadde set al his corageUpon knihthod in such a wise,13That he be worthi and be wiseAnd be non othre was conseiled,14Wherof the world is yit merveiled2060Of the maistries that he wroghteUpon the marches whiche he soghte.And fell in thilke time also,The king of Puile, which was tho,Thoghte ayein Rome to rebelle,And thus was take the querele,Hou to destruie this Mirour.Of Rome tho was Emperour15Crassus, which was so coveitous,That he was evere desirous2070Of gold to gete the pilage;Wherof that Puile and ek CartageWith Philosophres wise and greteBegunne of this matiere trete,16And ate laste in this degreTher weren Philosophres thre,P. ii. 197To do this thing whiche undertoke,And therupon thei with hem tokeA gret tresor of gold in cophres,17To Rome and thus these philisophres2080Togedre in compainie wente,Bot noman wiste what thei mente.Whan thei to Rome come were,So prively thei duelte there,As thei that thoghten to deceive:Was non that mihte of hem perceive,Til thei in sondri stedes haveHere gold under the ground begraveIn tuo tresors, that to beholdeThei scholden seme as thei were olde.2090And so forth thanne upon a dayAl openly in good araiTo themperour thei hem presente,And tolden it was here ententeTo duellen under his servise.And he hem axeth in what wise;And thei him tolde in such a plit,That ech of hem hadde a spirit,18The which slepende a nyht appierethAnd hem be sondri dremes lereth2100After the world that hath betid.Under the ground if oght be hidOf old tresor at eny throwe,They schull it in here swevenes knowe;And upon this condicioun,Thei sein, what gold under the tounP. ii. 198Of Rome is hid, thei wole it finde,Ther scholde noght be left behinde,19Be so that he the halvendelHem grante, and he assenteth wel;2110And thus cam sleighte forto duelleWith Covoitise, as I thee telle.This Emperour bad redilyThat thei be logged faste by20Where he his oghne body lay;And whan it was amorwe day,That on of hem seith that he metteWher he a goldhord scholde fette:Wherof this Emperour was glad,And therupon anon he bad2120His Mynours forto go and myne,And he himself of that covineGoth forth withal, and at his hondThe tresor redi there he fond,Where as thei seide it scholde be;And who was thanne glad bot he?Upon that other dai secoundeThei have an other goldhord founde,Which the seconde maister tokUpon his swevene and undertok.2130And thus the sothe experienceTo themperour yaf such credence,That al his trist and al his feithSo sikerliche on hem he leith,Of that he fond him so relieved,That thei ben parfitli believed,P. ii. 199As thogh thei were goddes thre.Nou herkne the soutilete.The thridde maister scholde mete,Which, as thei seiden, was unmete2140Above hem alle, and couthe most;And he withoute noise or bostAl priveli, so as he wolde,Upon the morwe his swevene toldeTo themperour riht in his Ere,And seide him that he wiste whereA tresor was so plentivousOf gold and ek so preciousOf jeueals and of riche stones,That unto alle hise hors at ones212150It were a charge sufficant.This lord upon this covenantWas glad, and axeth where it was.The maister seide, under the glas,And tolde him eke, as for the MynHe wolde ordeigne such engin,That thei the werk schull undersette22With Tymber, that withoute letteMen mai the tresor saufli delve,So that the Mirour be himselve2160Withoute empeirement schal stonde:And this the maister upon honde23Hath undertake in alle weie.This lord, which hadde his wit aweieAnd was with Covoitise blent,Anon therto yaf his assent;P. ii. 200And thus they myne forth withal,The timber set up overal,Wherof the Piler stod upriht;Til it befell upon a nyht2170These clerkes, whan thei were warHou that the timber only barThe Piler, wher the Mirour stod,—Here sleihte noman understod,—Thei go be nyhte unto the MyneWith pich, with soulphre and with rosine,And whan the Cite was a slepe,24A wylde fyr into the depeThey caste among the timberwerk,And so forth, whil the nyht was derk,2180Desguised in a povere araiThei passeden the toun er dai.And whan thei come upon an hell,Thei sihen how the Mirour fell,Wherof thei maden joie ynowh,And ech of hem with other lowh,And seiden, ‘Lo, what coveitiseMai do with hem that be noght wise!’And that was proved afterward,For every lond, to Romeward2190Which hadde be soubgit tofore,Whan this Mirour was so forloreAnd thei the wonder herde seie,Anon begunne desobeieWith werres upon every side;And thus hath Rome lost his prideP. ii. 201And was defouled overal.For this I finde of Hanybal,That he of Romeins in a dai,Whan he hem fond out of arai,2200So gret a multitude slowh,That of goldringes, whiche he drowh25Of gentil handes that ben dede,Buisshelles fulle thre, I rede,He felde, and made a bregge also,That he mihte over Tibre goUpon the corps that dede wereOf the Romeins, whiche he slowh there.26Bot now to speke of the juise,The which after the covoitise2210Was take upon this Emperour,For he destruide the Mirour;It is a wonder forto hiere.The Romeins maden a chaiereAnd sette here Emperour therinne,And seiden, for he wolde winneOf gold the superfluite,Of gold he scholde such plenteReceive, til he seide Ho:And with gold, which thei hadden tho2220Buillende hot withinne a panne,Into his Mouth thei poure thanne.And thus the thurst of gold was queynt,[Coveitise.]With gold which hadde ben atteignt.Confessor.Wherof, mi Sone, thou miht hiere,Whan Covoitise hath lost the stiere27P. ii. 202Of resonable governance,Ther falleth ofte gret vengance.For ther mai be no worse thingThan Covoitise aboute a king:2230If it in his persone be,It doth the more adversite;And if it in his conseil stonde,It bringth alday meschief to hondeOf commun harm; and if it groweWithinne his court, it wol be knowe,For thanne schal the king be piled.The man which hath hise londes tiled,Awaiteth noght more redilyThe Hervest, than thei gredily2240Ne maken thanne warde and wacche,Wher thei the profit mihten cacche:And yit fulofte it falleth so,As men mai sen among hem tho,That he which most coveiteth fasteHath lest avantage ate laste.For whan fortune is therayein,Thogh he coveite, it is in vein;The happes be noght alle liche,On is mad povere, an other riche,2250The court to some doth profit,And some ben evere in o plit;And yit thei bothe aliche soreCoveite, bot fortune is moreUnto that o part favorable.And thogh it be noght resonable,P. ii. 203This thing a man mai sen alday,Wherof that I thee telle mayA fair ensample in remembrance,Hou every man mot take his chance2260Or of richesse or of poverte.Hou so it stonde of the decerte,Hier is noght every thing aquit,For ofte a man mai se this yit,That who best doth, lest thonk schal have;It helpeth noght the world to crave,Which out of reule and of mesureHath evere stonde in aventureAls wel in Court as elles where:And hou in olde daies there2270It stod, so as the thinges felle,I thenke a tale forto telle.[Tale of the two Coffers.]In a Cronique this I rede.Aboute a king, as moste nede,Hic ponit Confessor exemplum contra illos, qui in domibus Regum seruientes, pro eo quod ipsi secundum eorum cupiditatem promoti non existunt, de regio seruicio quamuis in eorum28defectu indiscrete murmurant.Ther was of knyhtes and squiersGret route, and ek of Officers:Some of long time him hadden served,And thoghten that thei have deservedAvancement, and gon withoute;And some also ben of the route2280That comen bat a while agon,And thei avanced were anon.These olde men upon this thing,So as thei dorste, ayein the kingAmong hemself compleignen ofte:Bot ther is nothing seid so softe,P. ii. 204That it ne comth out ate laste;The king it wiste, and als so faste,29As he which was of hih Prudence,He schop therfore an evidence2290Of hem that pleignen in that cas,30To knowe in whos defalte it was.And al withinne his oghne entente,That noman wiste what it mente,Anon he let tuo cofres makeOf o semblance and of o make,So lich that no lif thilke throwe31That on mai fro that other knowe:Thei were into his chambre broght,Bot noman wot why thei be wroght,2300And natheles the king hath bedeThat thei be set in prive stede.As he that was of wisdom slih,Whan he therto his time sih,Al prively, that non it wiste,Hise oghne hondes that o kisteOf fin gold and of fin perrie,The which out of his tresorieWas take, anon he felde full;That other cofre of straw and mull2310With Stones meind he felde also.Thus be thei fulle bothe tuo,So that erliche upon a dayHe bad withinne, ther he lay,Ther scholde be tofore his bedA bord upset and faire spred;P. ii. 205And thanne he let the cofres fette,Upon the bord and dede hem sette.He knew the names wel of tho,The whiche ayein him grucche so,2320Bothe of his chambre and of his halle,Anon and sende for hem alle,And seide to hem in this wise:‘Ther schal noman his happ despise;I wot wel ye have longe served,And god wot what ye have deserved:Bot if it is along on meOf that ye unavanced be,32Or elles it be long on you,The sothe schal be proved nou,2330To stoppe with youre evele word.Lo hier tuo cofres on the bord:Ches which you list of bothe tuo;And witeth wel that on of thoIs with tresor so full begon,That if ye happe therupon,Ye schull be riche men for evere.Now ches and tak which you is levere:Bot be wel war, er that ye take;For of that on I undertake2340Ther is no maner good therinne,Wherof ye mihten profit winne.Now goth togedre of on assentAnd taketh youre avisement,For bot I you this dai avance,It stant upon youre oghne chanceP. ii. 206Al only in defalte of grace:So schal be schewed in this placeUpon you allewel afyn,That no defalte schal be myn.’332350Thei knelen alle and with o voisThe king thei thonken of this chois:34And after that thei up arise,And gon aside and hem avise,And ate laste thei acorde;Wherof her tale to recorde,To what issue thei be falle,35A kniht schal speke for hem alle.He kneleth doun unto the king,And seith that thei upon this thing,2360Or forto winne or forto lese,Ben alle avised forto chese.Tho tok this kniht a yerde on honde,And goth there as the cofres stonde,And with assent of everichonHe leith his yerde upon that on,And seith the king hou thilke sameThei chese in reguerdoun be name,And preith him that thei mote it have.The king, which wolde his honour save,2370Whan he hath herd the commun vois,Hath granted hem here oghne choisAnd tok hem therupon the keie.Bot for he wolde it were seieWhat good thei have, as thei suppose,He bad anon the cofre unclose,P. ii. 207Which was fulfild with straw and stones:Thus be thei served al at ones.This king thanne in the same stedeAnon that other cofre undede,2380Where as thei sihen gret richesse,Wei more than thei couthen gesse.‘Lo,’ seith the king, ‘nou mai ye seThat ther is no defalte in me;Forthi miself I wole aquyte,And bereth ye youre oghne wyteOf that fortune hath you refused.’Thus was this wise king excused,And thei lefte of here evele specheAnd mercy of here king beseche.2390[Tale of the Beggars and the Pasties.]Somdiel to this matiere likI finde a tale, hou Frederik,Nota hic de diuiciarum Accidencia: vbi narrat qualiter Fredericus Romanorum Imperator duos pauperes audiuit litigantes, quorum vnus dixit, ‘Bene potest ditari, quem Rex vult ditare.’ Et alius dixit, ‘Quem deus vult ditare, diues erit.’ Que res cum ad experimentum postea probata fuisset, ille qui deum inuocabat pastellum auro plenum sortitus est, alius vero caponis pastellum sorte36preelegit.Of Rome that time Emperour,Herde, as he wente, a gret clamourOf tuo beggers upon the weie.That on of hem began to seie,‘Ha lord, wel mai the man be richeWhom that a king list forto riche.’That other saide nothing so,Bot, ‘He is riche and wel bego, 2400To whom that god wole sende wele.’And thus thei maden wordes fele,Wherof this lord hath hiede nome,And dede hem bothe forto comeTo the Paleis, wher he schal ete,And bad ordeine for here meteP. ii. 208Tuo Pastes, whiche he let do make.A capoun in that on was bake,And in that other forto winneOf florins al that mai withinne2410He let do pute a gret richesse;37And evene aliche, as man mai gesse,38Outward thei were bothe tuo.This begger was comanded tho,He that which hield him to the king,That he ferst chese upon this thing:He sih hem, bot he felte hem noght,39So that upon his oghne thoghtHe ches the Capoun and forsokThat other, which his fela tok.2420Bot whanne he wiste hou that it ferde,He seide alowd, that men it herde,‘Nou have I certeinly conceivedThat he mai lihtly be deceived,That tristeth unto mannes helpe;Bot wel is him whom god wol helpe,For he stant on the siker side,Which elles scholde go beside:I se my fela wel recovere,And I mot duelle stille povere.’2430Thus spak this begger his entente,And povere he cam and povere he wente;Of that he hath richesse soght,40His infortune it wolde noght.So mai it schewe in sondri wise,Betwen fortune and covoitiseP. ii. 209The chance is cast upon a Dee;Bot yit fulofte a man mai seYnowe of suche natheles,Whiche evere pute hemself in press2440To gete hem good, and yit thei faile.[Coveitise of Lovers.]And forto speke of this entaileTouchende of love in thi matiere,Mi goode Sone, as thou miht hiere,That riht as it with tho men stodOf infortune of worldes good,As thou hast herd me telle above,Riht so fulofte it stant be love:Thogh thou coveite it everemore,Thou schalt noght have o diel the more,2450Bot only that which thee is schape,The remenant is bot a jape.And natheles ynowe of tho41Ther ben, that nou coveiten so,That where as thei a womman se,Ye ten or tuelve thogh ther be,The love is nou so unavised,That wher the beaute stant assised,The mannes herte anon is there,And rouneth tales in hire Ere,2460And seith hou that he loveth streite,And thus he set him to coveite,An hundred thogh he sihe aday.So wolde he more thanne he may;Bot for the grete covoitise42Of sotie and of fol empriseP. ii. 210In ech of hem he fint somwhatThat pleseth him, or this or that;Som on, for sche is whit of skin,Som on, for sche is noble of kin,2470Som on, for sche hath rodi chieke,Som on, for that sche semeth mieke,Som on, for sche hath yhen greie,Som on, for sche can lawhe and pleie,Som on, for sche is long and smal,Som on, for sche is lyte and tall,Som on, for sche is pale and bleche,43Som on, for sche is softe of speche,Som on, for that sche is camused,Som on, for sche hath noght ben used,2480Som on, for sche can daunce and singe;So that som thing to his likinge44He fint, and thogh nomore he fiele,Bot that sche hath a litel hiele,It is ynow that he therforeHire love, and thus an hundred score,Whil thei be newe, he wolde he hadde;Whom he forsakth, sche schal be badde.45Cecus non iudicat de coloribus.The blinde man no colour demeth,But al is on, riht as him semeth;2490So hath his lust no juggement,Whom covoitise of love blent.Him thenkth that to his covoitiseHou al the world ne mai suffise,For be his wille he wolde have alle,If that it mihte so befalle:P. ii. 211Thus is he commun as the Strete,I sette noght of his beyete.Confessor.Mi Sone, hast thou such covoitise?Amans.Nai, fader, such love I despise,462500And whil I live schal don evere,For in good feith yit hadde I levere,Than to coveite in such a weie,To ben for evere til I deieAs povere as Job, and loveles,Outaken on, for havelesHis thonkes is noman alyve.For that a man scholde al unthryve47Ther oghte no wisman coveite,The lawe was noght set so streite:2510Forthi miself withal to save,Such on ther is I wolde have,And non of al these othre mo.48Confessor.Mi Sone, of that thou woldest so,I am noght wroth, bot over thisI wol thee tellen hou it is.For ther be men, whiche otherwise,Riht only for the covoitiseOf that thei sen a womman riche,Ther wol thei al here love affiche;2520Noght for the beaute of hire face,Ne yit for vertu ne for grace,Which sche hath elles riht ynowh,Bot for the Park and for the plowh,And other thing which therto longeth:For in non other wise hem longeth49P. ii. 212To love, bot thei profit finde;And if the profit be behinde,Here love is evere lesse and lesse,For after that sche hath richesse,2530Her love is of proporcion.If thou hast such condicion,Mi Sone, tell riht as it is.Confessio Amantis.Min holi fader, nay ywiss,Condicion such have I non.For trewli, fader, I love oonSo wel with al myn hertes thoght,That certes, thogh sche hadde noght,And were as povere as Medea,Which was exiled for Creusa,502540I wolde hir noght the lasse love;Ne thogh sche were at hire above,As was the riche qwen Candace,Which to deserve love and graceTo Alisandre, that was king,Yaf many a worthi riche thing,51Or elles as Pantasilee,Which was the quen of Feminee,And gret richesse with hir nam,Whan sche for love of Hector cam522550To Troie in rescousse of the toun,—53I am of such condicion,That thogh mi ladi of hirselveWere also riche as suche tuelve,54I couthe noght, thogh it wer so,No betre love hir than I do.P. ii. 213For I love in so plein a wise,That forto speke of coveitise,As for poverte or for richesseMi love is nouther mor ne lesse.2560For in good feith I trowe this,So coveitous noman ther is,Forwhy and he mi ladi sihe,55That he thurgh lokinge of his yhe56Ne scholde have such a strok withinne,That for no gold he mihte winneHe scholde noght hire love asterte,Bot if he lefte there his herte;Be so it were such a man,That couthe Skile of a womman.2570For ther be men so ruide some,57Whan thei among the wommen come,Thei gon under proteccioun,58That love and his affeccioun59Ne schal noght take hem be the slieve;For thei ben out of that believe,Hem lusteth of no ladi chiere,Bot evere thenken there and hiereWher that here gold is in the cofre,60And wol non other love profre:2580Bot who so wot what love amountethAnd be resoun trewliche acompteth,Than mai he knowe and taken hiedeThat al the lust of wommanhiede,Which mai ben in a ladi face,Mi ladi hath, and ek of graceP. ii. 214If men schull yiven hire a pris,61Thei mai wel seie hou sche is wysAnd sobre and simple of contenance,And al that to good governance2590Belongeth of a worthi wiht62Sche hath pleinli: for thilke nyhtThat sche was bore, as for the nonesNature sette in hire at onesBeaute with bounte so besein,That I mai wel afferme and sein,I sawh yit nevere creatureOf comlihied and of fetureIn eny kinges regiounBe lich hire in comparisoun:2600And therto, as I have you told,Yit hath sche more a thousendfoldOf bounte, and schortli to telle,Sche is the pure hed and welleAnd Mirour and ensample of goode.Who so hir vertus understode,Me thenkth it oughte ynow suffiseWithouten other covoitiseTo love such on and to serve,Which with hire chiere can deserve2610To be beloved betre ywissThan sche per cas that richest isAnd hath of gold a Milion.Such hath be myn opinionAnd evere schal: bot nathelesI seie noght sche is haveles,P. ii. 215That sche nys riche and wel at ese,And hath ynow wherwith to pleseOf worldes good whom that hire liste;Bot o thing wolde I wel ye wiste,2620That nevere for no worldes goodMin herte untoward hire stod,Bot only riht for pure love;That wot the hihe god above.Nou, fader, what seie ye therto?Confessor.Mi Sone, I seie it is wel do.For tak of this riht good believe,63What man that wole himself relieveTo love in eny other wise,He schal wel finde his coveitise2630Schal sore grieve him ate laste,For such a love mai noght laste.Bot nou, men sein, in oure daiesMen maken bot a fewe assaies,Bot if the cause be richesse;Forthi the love is wel the lesse.And who that wolde ensamples telle,64Be olde daies as thei felle,Than mihte a man wel understondeSuch love mai noght longe stonde.2640Now herkne, Sone, and thou schalt hiereA gret ensample of this matiere.

[Coveitise.]iii.Agros iungit agris cupidus domibusque domosque,Possideat totam sic quasi solus humum.Solus et innumeros mulierum spirat amores,Vt sacra millenis sit sibi culta Venus.1

[Coveitise.]

iii.Agros iungit agris cupidus domibusque domosque,

Possideat totam sic quasi solus humum.

Solus et innumeros mulierum spirat amores,

Vt sacra millenis sit sibi culta Venus.1

Dame Avarice is noght soleine,Which is of gold the Capiteine;Bot of hir Court in sondri wise2After the Scole of hire apriseHic tractat confessor super illa specie Auaricie, que Cupiditas3dicitur, quam in amoris causa pertractans Amanti super hoc opponit.Sche hath of Servantz manyon,Wherof that Covoitise is on;Which goth the large world aboute,To seche thavantages oute,4Wher that he mai the profit winne5To Avarice, and bringth it inne.1980Thaton hald and that other draweth,6Ther is no day which hem bedaweth,No mor the Sonne than the Mone,Whan ther is eny thing to done,And namely with Covoitise;For he stant out of al assisseP. ii. 194Of resonable mannes fare.Wher he pourposeth him to fare7Upon his lucre and his beyete,The smale path, the large Strete,1990The furlong and the longe Mile,Al is bot on for thilke while:8And for that he is such on holde,Dame Avarice him hath withholde,As he which is the principalOutward, for he is overalA pourveour and an aspie.For riht as of an hungri PieThe storve bestes ben awaited,Riht so is Covoitise afaited2000To loke where he mai pourchace,For be his wille he wolde embrace9Al that this wyde world beclippeth;Bot evere he somwhat overhippeth,That he ne mai noght al fulfilleThe lustes of his gredi wille.Bot where it falleth in a lond,That Covoitise in myhti hondIs set, it is ful hard to fiede;For thanne he takth non other hiede,2010Bot that he mai pourchace and gete,His conscience hath al foryete,And not what thing it mai amonteThat he schal afterward acompte.Bote as the Luce in his degreOf tho that lasse ben than heP. ii. 195The fisshes griedeli devoureth,So that no water hem socoureth,Riht so no lawe mai rescoweFro him that wol no riht allowe;102020For wher that such on is of myht,His will schal stonde in stede of riht.Thus be the men destruid fulofte,Til that the grete god alofteAyein so gret a covoitiseRedresce it in his oghne wise:And in ensample of alle thoI finde a tale write so,The which, for it is good to liere,Hierafterward thou schalt it hiere.112030

Dame Avarice is noght soleine,

Which is of gold the Capiteine;

Bot of hir Court in sondri wise2

After the Scole of hire aprise

Hic tractat confessor super illa specie Auaricie, que Cupiditas3dicitur, quam in amoris causa pertractans Amanti super hoc opponit.

Sche hath of Servantz manyon,

Wherof that Covoitise is on;

Which goth the large world aboute,

To seche thavantages oute,4

Wher that he mai the profit winne5

To Avarice, and bringth it inne.1980

Thaton hald and that other draweth,6

Ther is no day which hem bedaweth,

No mor the Sonne than the Mone,

Whan ther is eny thing to done,

And namely with Covoitise;

For he stant out of al assisse

P. ii. 194

Of resonable mannes fare.

Wher he pourposeth him to fare7

Upon his lucre and his beyete,

The smale path, the large Strete,1990

The furlong and the longe Mile,

Al is bot on for thilke while:8

And for that he is such on holde,

Dame Avarice him hath withholde,

As he which is the principal

Outward, for he is overal

A pourveour and an aspie.

For riht as of an hungri Pie

The storve bestes ben awaited,

Riht so is Covoitise afaited2000

To loke where he mai pourchace,

For be his wille he wolde embrace9

Al that this wyde world beclippeth;

Bot evere he somwhat overhippeth,

That he ne mai noght al fulfille

The lustes of his gredi wille.

Bot where it falleth in a lond,

That Covoitise in myhti hond

Is set, it is ful hard to fiede;

For thanne he takth non other hiede,2010

Bot that he mai pourchace and gete,

His conscience hath al foryete,

And not what thing it mai amonte

That he schal afterward acompte.

Bote as the Luce in his degre

Of tho that lasse ben than he

P. ii. 195

The fisshes griedeli devoureth,

So that no water hem socoureth,

Riht so no lawe mai rescowe

Fro him that wol no riht allowe;102020

For wher that such on is of myht,

His will schal stonde in stede of riht.

Thus be the men destruid fulofte,

Til that the grete god alofte

Ayein so gret a covoitise

Redresce it in his oghne wise:

And in ensample of alle tho

I finde a tale write so,

The which, for it is good to liere,

Hierafterward thou schalt it hiere.112030

[Tale of Virgil’s Mirror.]Whan Rome stod in noble plit,Virgile, which was tho parfit,Hic ponit exemplum contra magnates cupidos. Et narrat de Crasso Romanorum Imperatore, qui turrim, in qua speculum Virgilii Rome fixum extiterat, dolosa circumuentus cupiditate euertit; vnde non solum sui ipsius perdicionem, set tocius Ciuitatis intollerabile dampnum contingere causauit.A Mirour made of his clergieAnd sette it in the tounes ÿeOf marbre on a piler withoute;That thei be thritty Mile abouteBe daie and ek also be nyhteIn that Mirour beholde myhteHere enemys, if eny were,With al here ordinance there,2040Which thei ayein the Cite caste:So that, whil thilke Mirour laste,Ther was no lond which mihte achieveWith werre Rome forto grieve;Wherof was gret envie tho.And fell that ilke time so,P. ii. 196That Rome hadde werres strongeAyein Cartage, and stoden longeThe tuo Cites upon debat.Cartage sih the stronge astat122050Of Rome in thilke Mirour stonde,And thoghte al prively to fondeTo overthrowe it be som wyle.And Hanybal was thilke whileThe Prince and ledere of Cartage,Which hadde set al his corageUpon knihthod in such a wise,13That he be worthi and be wiseAnd be non othre was conseiled,14Wherof the world is yit merveiled2060Of the maistries that he wroghteUpon the marches whiche he soghte.And fell in thilke time also,The king of Puile, which was tho,Thoghte ayein Rome to rebelle,And thus was take the querele,Hou to destruie this Mirour.Of Rome tho was Emperour15Crassus, which was so coveitous,That he was evere desirous2070Of gold to gete the pilage;Wherof that Puile and ek CartageWith Philosophres wise and greteBegunne of this matiere trete,16And ate laste in this degreTher weren Philosophres thre,P. ii. 197To do this thing whiche undertoke,And therupon thei with hem tokeA gret tresor of gold in cophres,17To Rome and thus these philisophres2080Togedre in compainie wente,Bot noman wiste what thei mente.Whan thei to Rome come were,So prively thei duelte there,As thei that thoghten to deceive:Was non that mihte of hem perceive,Til thei in sondri stedes haveHere gold under the ground begraveIn tuo tresors, that to beholdeThei scholden seme as thei were olde.2090And so forth thanne upon a dayAl openly in good araiTo themperour thei hem presente,And tolden it was here ententeTo duellen under his servise.And he hem axeth in what wise;And thei him tolde in such a plit,That ech of hem hadde a spirit,18The which slepende a nyht appierethAnd hem be sondri dremes lereth2100After the world that hath betid.Under the ground if oght be hidOf old tresor at eny throwe,They schull it in here swevenes knowe;And upon this condicioun,Thei sein, what gold under the tounP. ii. 198Of Rome is hid, thei wole it finde,Ther scholde noght be left behinde,19Be so that he the halvendelHem grante, and he assenteth wel;2110And thus cam sleighte forto duelleWith Covoitise, as I thee telle.This Emperour bad redilyThat thei be logged faste by20Where he his oghne body lay;And whan it was amorwe day,That on of hem seith that he metteWher he a goldhord scholde fette:Wherof this Emperour was glad,And therupon anon he bad2120His Mynours forto go and myne,And he himself of that covineGoth forth withal, and at his hondThe tresor redi there he fond,Where as thei seide it scholde be;And who was thanne glad bot he?Upon that other dai secoundeThei have an other goldhord founde,Which the seconde maister tokUpon his swevene and undertok.2130And thus the sothe experienceTo themperour yaf such credence,That al his trist and al his feithSo sikerliche on hem he leith,Of that he fond him so relieved,That thei ben parfitli believed,P. ii. 199As thogh thei were goddes thre.Nou herkne the soutilete.The thridde maister scholde mete,Which, as thei seiden, was unmete2140Above hem alle, and couthe most;And he withoute noise or bostAl priveli, so as he wolde,Upon the morwe his swevene toldeTo themperour riht in his Ere,And seide him that he wiste whereA tresor was so plentivousOf gold and ek so preciousOf jeueals and of riche stones,That unto alle hise hors at ones212150It were a charge sufficant.This lord upon this covenantWas glad, and axeth where it was.The maister seide, under the glas,And tolde him eke, as for the MynHe wolde ordeigne such engin,That thei the werk schull undersette22With Tymber, that withoute letteMen mai the tresor saufli delve,So that the Mirour be himselve2160Withoute empeirement schal stonde:And this the maister upon honde23Hath undertake in alle weie.This lord, which hadde his wit aweieAnd was with Covoitise blent,Anon therto yaf his assent;P. ii. 200And thus they myne forth withal,The timber set up overal,Wherof the Piler stod upriht;Til it befell upon a nyht2170These clerkes, whan thei were warHou that the timber only barThe Piler, wher the Mirour stod,—Here sleihte noman understod,—Thei go be nyhte unto the MyneWith pich, with soulphre and with rosine,And whan the Cite was a slepe,24A wylde fyr into the depeThey caste among the timberwerk,And so forth, whil the nyht was derk,2180Desguised in a povere araiThei passeden the toun er dai.And whan thei come upon an hell,Thei sihen how the Mirour fell,Wherof thei maden joie ynowh,And ech of hem with other lowh,And seiden, ‘Lo, what coveitiseMai do with hem that be noght wise!’And that was proved afterward,For every lond, to Romeward2190Which hadde be soubgit tofore,Whan this Mirour was so forloreAnd thei the wonder herde seie,Anon begunne desobeieWith werres upon every side;And thus hath Rome lost his prideP. ii. 201And was defouled overal.For this I finde of Hanybal,That he of Romeins in a dai,Whan he hem fond out of arai,2200So gret a multitude slowh,That of goldringes, whiche he drowh25Of gentil handes that ben dede,Buisshelles fulle thre, I rede,He felde, and made a bregge also,That he mihte over Tibre goUpon the corps that dede wereOf the Romeins, whiche he slowh there.26Bot now to speke of the juise,The which after the covoitise2210Was take upon this Emperour,For he destruide the Mirour;It is a wonder forto hiere.The Romeins maden a chaiereAnd sette here Emperour therinne,And seiden, for he wolde winneOf gold the superfluite,Of gold he scholde such plenteReceive, til he seide Ho:And with gold, which thei hadden tho2220Buillende hot withinne a panne,Into his Mouth thei poure thanne.And thus the thurst of gold was queynt,[Coveitise.]With gold which hadde ben atteignt.Confessor.Wherof, mi Sone, thou miht hiere,Whan Covoitise hath lost the stiere27P. ii. 202Of resonable governance,Ther falleth ofte gret vengance.For ther mai be no worse thingThan Covoitise aboute a king:2230If it in his persone be,It doth the more adversite;And if it in his conseil stonde,It bringth alday meschief to hondeOf commun harm; and if it groweWithinne his court, it wol be knowe,For thanne schal the king be piled.The man which hath hise londes tiled,Awaiteth noght more redilyThe Hervest, than thei gredily2240Ne maken thanne warde and wacche,Wher thei the profit mihten cacche:And yit fulofte it falleth so,As men mai sen among hem tho,That he which most coveiteth fasteHath lest avantage ate laste.For whan fortune is therayein,Thogh he coveite, it is in vein;The happes be noght alle liche,On is mad povere, an other riche,2250The court to some doth profit,And some ben evere in o plit;And yit thei bothe aliche soreCoveite, bot fortune is moreUnto that o part favorable.And thogh it be noght resonable,P. ii. 203This thing a man mai sen alday,Wherof that I thee telle mayA fair ensample in remembrance,Hou every man mot take his chance2260Or of richesse or of poverte.Hou so it stonde of the decerte,Hier is noght every thing aquit,For ofte a man mai se this yit,That who best doth, lest thonk schal have;It helpeth noght the world to crave,Which out of reule and of mesureHath evere stonde in aventureAls wel in Court as elles where:And hou in olde daies there2270It stod, so as the thinges felle,I thenke a tale forto telle.

[Tale of Virgil’s Mirror.]

Whan Rome stod in noble plit,

Virgile, which was tho parfit,

Hic ponit exemplum contra magnates cupidos. Et narrat de Crasso Romanorum Imperatore, qui turrim, in qua speculum Virgilii Rome fixum extiterat, dolosa circumuentus cupiditate euertit; vnde non solum sui ipsius perdicionem, set tocius Ciuitatis intollerabile dampnum contingere causauit.

A Mirour made of his clergie

And sette it in the tounes ÿe

Of marbre on a piler withoute;

That thei be thritty Mile aboute

Be daie and ek also be nyhte

In that Mirour beholde myhte

Here enemys, if eny were,

With al here ordinance there,2040

Which thei ayein the Cite caste:

So that, whil thilke Mirour laste,

Ther was no lond which mihte achieve

With werre Rome forto grieve;

Wherof was gret envie tho.

And fell that ilke time so,

P. ii. 196

That Rome hadde werres stronge

Ayein Cartage, and stoden longe

The tuo Cites upon debat.

Cartage sih the stronge astat122050

Of Rome in thilke Mirour stonde,

And thoghte al prively to fonde

To overthrowe it be som wyle.

And Hanybal was thilke while

The Prince and ledere of Cartage,

Which hadde set al his corage

Upon knihthod in such a wise,13

That he be worthi and be wise

And be non othre was conseiled,14

Wherof the world is yit merveiled2060

Of the maistries that he wroghte

Upon the marches whiche he soghte.

And fell in thilke time also,

The king of Puile, which was tho,

Thoghte ayein Rome to rebelle,

And thus was take the querele,

Hou to destruie this Mirour.

Of Rome tho was Emperour15

Crassus, which was so coveitous,

That he was evere desirous2070

Of gold to gete the pilage;

Wherof that Puile and ek Cartage

With Philosophres wise and grete

Begunne of this matiere trete,16

And ate laste in this degre

Ther weren Philosophres thre,

P. ii. 197

To do this thing whiche undertoke,

And therupon thei with hem toke

A gret tresor of gold in cophres,17

To Rome and thus these philisophres2080

Togedre in compainie wente,

Bot noman wiste what thei mente.

Whan thei to Rome come were,

So prively thei duelte there,

As thei that thoghten to deceive:

Was non that mihte of hem perceive,

Til thei in sondri stedes have

Here gold under the ground begrave

In tuo tresors, that to beholde

Thei scholden seme as thei were olde.2090

And so forth thanne upon a day

Al openly in good arai

To themperour thei hem presente,

And tolden it was here entente

To duellen under his servise.

And he hem axeth in what wise;

And thei him tolde in such a plit,

That ech of hem hadde a spirit,18

The which slepende a nyht appiereth

And hem be sondri dremes lereth2100

After the world that hath betid.

Under the ground if oght be hid

Of old tresor at eny throwe,

They schull it in here swevenes knowe;

And upon this condicioun,

Thei sein, what gold under the toun

P. ii. 198

Of Rome is hid, thei wole it finde,

Ther scholde noght be left behinde,19

Be so that he the halvendel

Hem grante, and he assenteth wel;2110

And thus cam sleighte forto duelle

With Covoitise, as I thee telle.

This Emperour bad redily

That thei be logged faste by20

Where he his oghne body lay;

And whan it was amorwe day,

That on of hem seith that he mette

Wher he a goldhord scholde fette:

Wherof this Emperour was glad,

And therupon anon he bad2120

His Mynours forto go and myne,

And he himself of that covine

Goth forth withal, and at his hond

The tresor redi there he fond,

Where as thei seide it scholde be;

And who was thanne glad bot he?

Upon that other dai secounde

Thei have an other goldhord founde,

Which the seconde maister tok

Upon his swevene and undertok.2130

And thus the sothe experience

To themperour yaf such credence,

That al his trist and al his feith

So sikerliche on hem he leith,

Of that he fond him so relieved,

That thei ben parfitli believed,

P. ii. 199

As thogh thei were goddes thre.

Nou herkne the soutilete.

The thridde maister scholde mete,

Which, as thei seiden, was unmete2140

Above hem alle, and couthe most;

And he withoute noise or bost

Al priveli, so as he wolde,

Upon the morwe his swevene tolde

To themperour riht in his Ere,

And seide him that he wiste where

A tresor was so plentivous

Of gold and ek so precious

Of jeueals and of riche stones,

That unto alle hise hors at ones212150

It were a charge sufficant.

This lord upon this covenant

Was glad, and axeth where it was.

The maister seide, under the glas,

And tolde him eke, as for the Myn

He wolde ordeigne such engin,

That thei the werk schull undersette22

With Tymber, that withoute lette

Men mai the tresor saufli delve,

So that the Mirour be himselve2160

Withoute empeirement schal stonde:

And this the maister upon honde23

Hath undertake in alle weie.

This lord, which hadde his wit aweie

And was with Covoitise blent,

Anon therto yaf his assent;

P. ii. 200

And thus they myne forth withal,

The timber set up overal,

Wherof the Piler stod upriht;

Til it befell upon a nyht2170

These clerkes, whan thei were war

Hou that the timber only bar

The Piler, wher the Mirour stod,—

Here sleihte noman understod,—

Thei go be nyhte unto the Myne

With pich, with soulphre and with rosine,

And whan the Cite was a slepe,24

A wylde fyr into the depe

They caste among the timberwerk,

And so forth, whil the nyht was derk,2180

Desguised in a povere arai

Thei passeden the toun er dai.

And whan thei come upon an hell,

Thei sihen how the Mirour fell,

Wherof thei maden joie ynowh,

And ech of hem with other lowh,

And seiden, ‘Lo, what coveitise

Mai do with hem that be noght wise!’

And that was proved afterward,

For every lond, to Romeward2190

Which hadde be soubgit tofore,

Whan this Mirour was so forlore

And thei the wonder herde seie,

Anon begunne desobeie

With werres upon every side;

And thus hath Rome lost his pride

P. ii. 201

And was defouled overal.

For this I finde of Hanybal,

That he of Romeins in a dai,

Whan he hem fond out of arai,2200

So gret a multitude slowh,

That of goldringes, whiche he drowh25

Of gentil handes that ben dede,

Buisshelles fulle thre, I rede,

He felde, and made a bregge also,

That he mihte over Tibre go

Upon the corps that dede were

Of the Romeins, whiche he slowh there.26

Bot now to speke of the juise,

The which after the covoitise2210

Was take upon this Emperour,

For he destruide the Mirour;

It is a wonder forto hiere.

The Romeins maden a chaiere

And sette here Emperour therinne,

And seiden, for he wolde winne

Of gold the superfluite,

Of gold he scholde such plente

Receive, til he seide Ho:

And with gold, which thei hadden tho2220

Buillende hot withinne a panne,

Into his Mouth thei poure thanne.

And thus the thurst of gold was queynt,

[Coveitise.]

With gold which hadde ben atteignt.

Confessor.

Wherof, mi Sone, thou miht hiere,

Whan Covoitise hath lost the stiere27

P. ii. 202

Of resonable governance,

Ther falleth ofte gret vengance.

For ther mai be no worse thing

Than Covoitise aboute a king:2230

If it in his persone be,

It doth the more adversite;

And if it in his conseil stonde,

It bringth alday meschief to honde

Of commun harm; and if it growe

Withinne his court, it wol be knowe,

For thanne schal the king be piled.

The man which hath hise londes tiled,

Awaiteth noght more redily

The Hervest, than thei gredily2240

Ne maken thanne warde and wacche,

Wher thei the profit mihten cacche:

And yit fulofte it falleth so,

As men mai sen among hem tho,

That he which most coveiteth faste

Hath lest avantage ate laste.

For whan fortune is therayein,

Thogh he coveite, it is in vein;

The happes be noght alle liche,

On is mad povere, an other riche,2250

The court to some doth profit,

And some ben evere in o plit;

And yit thei bothe aliche sore

Coveite, bot fortune is more

Unto that o part favorable.

And thogh it be noght resonable,

P. ii. 203

This thing a man mai sen alday,

Wherof that I thee telle may

A fair ensample in remembrance,

Hou every man mot take his chance2260

Or of richesse or of poverte.

Hou so it stonde of the decerte,

Hier is noght every thing aquit,

For ofte a man mai se this yit,

That who best doth, lest thonk schal have;

It helpeth noght the world to crave,

Which out of reule and of mesure

Hath evere stonde in aventure

Als wel in Court as elles where:

And hou in olde daies there2270

It stod, so as the thinges felle,

I thenke a tale forto telle.

[Tale of the two Coffers.]In a Cronique this I rede.Aboute a king, as moste nede,Hic ponit Confessor exemplum contra illos, qui in domibus Regum seruientes, pro eo quod ipsi secundum eorum cupiditatem promoti non existunt, de regio seruicio quamuis in eorum28defectu indiscrete murmurant.Ther was of knyhtes and squiersGret route, and ek of Officers:Some of long time him hadden served,And thoghten that thei have deservedAvancement, and gon withoute;And some also ben of the route2280That comen bat a while agon,And thei avanced were anon.These olde men upon this thing,So as thei dorste, ayein the kingAmong hemself compleignen ofte:Bot ther is nothing seid so softe,P. ii. 204That it ne comth out ate laste;The king it wiste, and als so faste,29As he which was of hih Prudence,He schop therfore an evidence2290Of hem that pleignen in that cas,30To knowe in whos defalte it was.And al withinne his oghne entente,That noman wiste what it mente,Anon he let tuo cofres makeOf o semblance and of o make,So lich that no lif thilke throwe31That on mai fro that other knowe:Thei were into his chambre broght,Bot noman wot why thei be wroght,2300And natheles the king hath bedeThat thei be set in prive stede.As he that was of wisdom slih,Whan he therto his time sih,Al prively, that non it wiste,Hise oghne hondes that o kisteOf fin gold and of fin perrie,The which out of his tresorieWas take, anon he felde full;That other cofre of straw and mull2310With Stones meind he felde also.Thus be thei fulle bothe tuo,So that erliche upon a dayHe bad withinne, ther he lay,Ther scholde be tofore his bedA bord upset and faire spred;P. ii. 205And thanne he let the cofres fette,Upon the bord and dede hem sette.He knew the names wel of tho,The whiche ayein him grucche so,2320Bothe of his chambre and of his halle,Anon and sende for hem alle,And seide to hem in this wise:‘Ther schal noman his happ despise;I wot wel ye have longe served,And god wot what ye have deserved:Bot if it is along on meOf that ye unavanced be,32Or elles it be long on you,The sothe schal be proved nou,2330To stoppe with youre evele word.Lo hier tuo cofres on the bord:Ches which you list of bothe tuo;And witeth wel that on of thoIs with tresor so full begon,That if ye happe therupon,Ye schull be riche men for evere.Now ches and tak which you is levere:Bot be wel war, er that ye take;For of that on I undertake2340Ther is no maner good therinne,Wherof ye mihten profit winne.Now goth togedre of on assentAnd taketh youre avisement,For bot I you this dai avance,It stant upon youre oghne chanceP. ii. 206Al only in defalte of grace:So schal be schewed in this placeUpon you allewel afyn,That no defalte schal be myn.’332350Thei knelen alle and with o voisThe king thei thonken of this chois:34And after that thei up arise,And gon aside and hem avise,And ate laste thei acorde;Wherof her tale to recorde,To what issue thei be falle,35A kniht schal speke for hem alle.He kneleth doun unto the king,And seith that thei upon this thing,2360Or forto winne or forto lese,Ben alle avised forto chese.Tho tok this kniht a yerde on honde,And goth there as the cofres stonde,And with assent of everichonHe leith his yerde upon that on,And seith the king hou thilke sameThei chese in reguerdoun be name,And preith him that thei mote it have.The king, which wolde his honour save,2370Whan he hath herd the commun vois,Hath granted hem here oghne choisAnd tok hem therupon the keie.Bot for he wolde it were seieWhat good thei have, as thei suppose,He bad anon the cofre unclose,P. ii. 207Which was fulfild with straw and stones:Thus be thei served al at ones.This king thanne in the same stedeAnon that other cofre undede,2380Where as thei sihen gret richesse,Wei more than thei couthen gesse.‘Lo,’ seith the king, ‘nou mai ye seThat ther is no defalte in me;Forthi miself I wole aquyte,And bereth ye youre oghne wyteOf that fortune hath you refused.’Thus was this wise king excused,And thei lefte of here evele specheAnd mercy of here king beseche.2390

[Tale of the two Coffers.]

In a Cronique this I rede.

Aboute a king, as moste nede,

Hic ponit Confessor exemplum contra illos, qui in domibus Regum seruientes, pro eo quod ipsi secundum eorum cupiditatem promoti non existunt, de regio seruicio quamuis in eorum28defectu indiscrete murmurant.

Ther was of knyhtes and squiers

Gret route, and ek of Officers:

Some of long time him hadden served,

And thoghten that thei have deserved

Avancement, and gon withoute;

And some also ben of the route2280

That comen bat a while agon,

And thei avanced were anon.

These olde men upon this thing,

So as thei dorste, ayein the king

Among hemself compleignen ofte:

Bot ther is nothing seid so softe,

P. ii. 204

That it ne comth out ate laste;

The king it wiste, and als so faste,29

As he which was of hih Prudence,

He schop therfore an evidence2290

Of hem that pleignen in that cas,30

To knowe in whos defalte it was.

And al withinne his oghne entente,

That noman wiste what it mente,

Anon he let tuo cofres make

Of o semblance and of o make,

So lich that no lif thilke throwe31

That on mai fro that other knowe:

Thei were into his chambre broght,

Bot noman wot why thei be wroght,2300

And natheles the king hath bede

That thei be set in prive stede.

As he that was of wisdom slih,

Whan he therto his time sih,

Al prively, that non it wiste,

Hise oghne hondes that o kiste

Of fin gold and of fin perrie,

The which out of his tresorie

Was take, anon he felde full;

That other cofre of straw and mull2310

With Stones meind he felde also.

Thus be thei fulle bothe tuo,

So that erliche upon a day

He bad withinne, ther he lay,

Ther scholde be tofore his bed

A bord upset and faire spred;

P. ii. 205

And thanne he let the cofres fette,

Upon the bord and dede hem sette.

He knew the names wel of tho,

The whiche ayein him grucche so,2320

Bothe of his chambre and of his halle,

Anon and sende for hem alle,

And seide to hem in this wise:

‘Ther schal noman his happ despise;

I wot wel ye have longe served,

And god wot what ye have deserved:

Bot if it is along on me

Of that ye unavanced be,32

Or elles it be long on you,

The sothe schal be proved nou,2330

To stoppe with youre evele word.

Lo hier tuo cofres on the bord:

Ches which you list of bothe tuo;

And witeth wel that on of tho

Is with tresor so full begon,

That if ye happe therupon,

Ye schull be riche men for evere.

Now ches and tak which you is levere:

Bot be wel war, er that ye take;

For of that on I undertake2340

Ther is no maner good therinne,

Wherof ye mihten profit winne.

Now goth togedre of on assent

And taketh youre avisement,

For bot I you this dai avance,

It stant upon youre oghne chance

P. ii. 206

Al only in defalte of grace:

So schal be schewed in this place

Upon you allewel afyn,

That no defalte schal be myn.’332350

Thei knelen alle and with o vois

The king thei thonken of this chois:34

And after that thei up arise,

And gon aside and hem avise,

And ate laste thei acorde;

Wherof her tale to recorde,

To what issue thei be falle,35

A kniht schal speke for hem alle.

He kneleth doun unto the king,

And seith that thei upon this thing,2360

Or forto winne or forto lese,

Ben alle avised forto chese.

Tho tok this kniht a yerde on honde,

And goth there as the cofres stonde,

And with assent of everichon

He leith his yerde upon that on,

And seith the king hou thilke same

Thei chese in reguerdoun be name,

And preith him that thei mote it have.

The king, which wolde his honour save,2370

Whan he hath herd the commun vois,

Hath granted hem here oghne chois

And tok hem therupon the keie.

Bot for he wolde it were seie

What good thei have, as thei suppose,

He bad anon the cofre unclose,

P. ii. 207

Which was fulfild with straw and stones:

Thus be thei served al at ones.

This king thanne in the same stede

Anon that other cofre undede,2380

Where as thei sihen gret richesse,

Wei more than thei couthen gesse.

‘Lo,’ seith the king, ‘nou mai ye se

That ther is no defalte in me;

Forthi miself I wole aquyte,

And bereth ye youre oghne wyte

Of that fortune hath you refused.’

Thus was this wise king excused,

And thei lefte of here evele speche

And mercy of here king beseche.2390

[Tale of the Beggars and the Pasties.]Somdiel to this matiere likI finde a tale, hou Frederik,Nota hic de diuiciarum Accidencia: vbi narrat qualiter Fredericus Romanorum Imperator duos pauperes audiuit litigantes, quorum vnus dixit, ‘Bene potest ditari, quem Rex vult ditare.’ Et alius dixit, ‘Quem deus vult ditare, diues erit.’ Que res cum ad experimentum postea probata fuisset, ille qui deum inuocabat pastellum auro plenum sortitus est, alius vero caponis pastellum sorte36preelegit.Of Rome that time Emperour,Herde, as he wente, a gret clamourOf tuo beggers upon the weie.That on of hem began to seie,‘Ha lord, wel mai the man be richeWhom that a king list forto riche.’That other saide nothing so,Bot, ‘He is riche and wel bego, 2400To whom that god wole sende wele.’And thus thei maden wordes fele,Wherof this lord hath hiede nome,And dede hem bothe forto comeTo the Paleis, wher he schal ete,And bad ordeine for here meteP. ii. 208Tuo Pastes, whiche he let do make.A capoun in that on was bake,And in that other forto winneOf florins al that mai withinne2410He let do pute a gret richesse;37And evene aliche, as man mai gesse,38Outward thei were bothe tuo.This begger was comanded tho,He that which hield him to the king,That he ferst chese upon this thing:He sih hem, bot he felte hem noght,39So that upon his oghne thoghtHe ches the Capoun and forsokThat other, which his fela tok.2420Bot whanne he wiste hou that it ferde,He seide alowd, that men it herde,‘Nou have I certeinly conceivedThat he mai lihtly be deceived,That tristeth unto mannes helpe;Bot wel is him whom god wol helpe,For he stant on the siker side,Which elles scholde go beside:I se my fela wel recovere,And I mot duelle stille povere.’2430Thus spak this begger his entente,And povere he cam and povere he wente;Of that he hath richesse soght,40His infortune it wolde noght.So mai it schewe in sondri wise,Betwen fortune and covoitiseP. ii. 209The chance is cast upon a Dee;Bot yit fulofte a man mai seYnowe of suche natheles,Whiche evere pute hemself in press2440To gete hem good, and yit thei faile.[Coveitise of Lovers.]And forto speke of this entaileTouchende of love in thi matiere,Mi goode Sone, as thou miht hiere,That riht as it with tho men stodOf infortune of worldes good,As thou hast herd me telle above,Riht so fulofte it stant be love:Thogh thou coveite it everemore,Thou schalt noght have o diel the more,2450Bot only that which thee is schape,The remenant is bot a jape.And natheles ynowe of tho41Ther ben, that nou coveiten so,That where as thei a womman se,Ye ten or tuelve thogh ther be,The love is nou so unavised,That wher the beaute stant assised,The mannes herte anon is there,And rouneth tales in hire Ere,2460And seith hou that he loveth streite,And thus he set him to coveite,An hundred thogh he sihe aday.So wolde he more thanne he may;Bot for the grete covoitise42Of sotie and of fol empriseP. ii. 210In ech of hem he fint somwhatThat pleseth him, or this or that;Som on, for sche is whit of skin,Som on, for sche is noble of kin,2470Som on, for sche hath rodi chieke,Som on, for that sche semeth mieke,Som on, for sche hath yhen greie,Som on, for sche can lawhe and pleie,Som on, for sche is long and smal,Som on, for sche is lyte and tall,Som on, for sche is pale and bleche,43Som on, for sche is softe of speche,Som on, for that sche is camused,Som on, for sche hath noght ben used,2480Som on, for sche can daunce and singe;So that som thing to his likinge44He fint, and thogh nomore he fiele,Bot that sche hath a litel hiele,It is ynow that he therforeHire love, and thus an hundred score,Whil thei be newe, he wolde he hadde;Whom he forsakth, sche schal be badde.45Cecus non iudicat de coloribus.The blinde man no colour demeth,But al is on, riht as him semeth;2490So hath his lust no juggement,Whom covoitise of love blent.Him thenkth that to his covoitiseHou al the world ne mai suffise,For be his wille he wolde have alle,If that it mihte so befalle:P. ii. 211Thus is he commun as the Strete,I sette noght of his beyete.Confessor.Mi Sone, hast thou such covoitise?Amans.Nai, fader, such love I despise,462500And whil I live schal don evere,For in good feith yit hadde I levere,Than to coveite in such a weie,To ben for evere til I deieAs povere as Job, and loveles,Outaken on, for havelesHis thonkes is noman alyve.For that a man scholde al unthryve47Ther oghte no wisman coveite,The lawe was noght set so streite:2510Forthi miself withal to save,Such on ther is I wolde have,And non of al these othre mo.48Confessor.Mi Sone, of that thou woldest so,I am noght wroth, bot over thisI wol thee tellen hou it is.For ther be men, whiche otherwise,Riht only for the covoitiseOf that thei sen a womman riche,Ther wol thei al here love affiche;2520Noght for the beaute of hire face,Ne yit for vertu ne for grace,Which sche hath elles riht ynowh,Bot for the Park and for the plowh,And other thing which therto longeth:For in non other wise hem longeth49P. ii. 212To love, bot thei profit finde;And if the profit be behinde,Here love is evere lesse and lesse,For after that sche hath richesse,2530Her love is of proporcion.If thou hast such condicion,Mi Sone, tell riht as it is.Confessio Amantis.Min holi fader, nay ywiss,Condicion such have I non.For trewli, fader, I love oonSo wel with al myn hertes thoght,That certes, thogh sche hadde noght,And were as povere as Medea,Which was exiled for Creusa,502540I wolde hir noght the lasse love;Ne thogh sche were at hire above,As was the riche qwen Candace,Which to deserve love and graceTo Alisandre, that was king,Yaf many a worthi riche thing,51Or elles as Pantasilee,Which was the quen of Feminee,And gret richesse with hir nam,Whan sche for love of Hector cam522550To Troie in rescousse of the toun,—53I am of such condicion,That thogh mi ladi of hirselveWere also riche as suche tuelve,54I couthe noght, thogh it wer so,No betre love hir than I do.P. ii. 213For I love in so plein a wise,That forto speke of coveitise,As for poverte or for richesseMi love is nouther mor ne lesse.2560For in good feith I trowe this,So coveitous noman ther is,Forwhy and he mi ladi sihe,55That he thurgh lokinge of his yhe56Ne scholde have such a strok withinne,That for no gold he mihte winneHe scholde noght hire love asterte,Bot if he lefte there his herte;Be so it were such a man,That couthe Skile of a womman.2570For ther be men so ruide some,57Whan thei among the wommen come,Thei gon under proteccioun,58That love and his affeccioun59Ne schal noght take hem be the slieve;For thei ben out of that believe,Hem lusteth of no ladi chiere,Bot evere thenken there and hiereWher that here gold is in the cofre,60And wol non other love profre:2580Bot who so wot what love amountethAnd be resoun trewliche acompteth,Than mai he knowe and taken hiedeThat al the lust of wommanhiede,Which mai ben in a ladi face,Mi ladi hath, and ek of graceP. ii. 214If men schull yiven hire a pris,61Thei mai wel seie hou sche is wysAnd sobre and simple of contenance,And al that to good governance2590Belongeth of a worthi wiht62Sche hath pleinli: for thilke nyhtThat sche was bore, as for the nonesNature sette in hire at onesBeaute with bounte so besein,That I mai wel afferme and sein,I sawh yit nevere creatureOf comlihied and of fetureIn eny kinges regiounBe lich hire in comparisoun:2600And therto, as I have you told,Yit hath sche more a thousendfoldOf bounte, and schortli to telle,Sche is the pure hed and welleAnd Mirour and ensample of goode.Who so hir vertus understode,Me thenkth it oughte ynow suffiseWithouten other covoitiseTo love such on and to serve,Which with hire chiere can deserve2610To be beloved betre ywissThan sche per cas that richest isAnd hath of gold a Milion.Such hath be myn opinionAnd evere schal: bot nathelesI seie noght sche is haveles,P. ii. 215That sche nys riche and wel at ese,And hath ynow wherwith to pleseOf worldes good whom that hire liste;Bot o thing wolde I wel ye wiste,2620That nevere for no worldes goodMin herte untoward hire stod,Bot only riht for pure love;That wot the hihe god above.Nou, fader, what seie ye therto?Confessor.Mi Sone, I seie it is wel do.For tak of this riht good believe,63What man that wole himself relieveTo love in eny other wise,He schal wel finde his coveitise2630Schal sore grieve him ate laste,For such a love mai noght laste.Bot nou, men sein, in oure daiesMen maken bot a fewe assaies,Bot if the cause be richesse;Forthi the love is wel the lesse.And who that wolde ensamples telle,64Be olde daies as thei felle,Than mihte a man wel understondeSuch love mai noght longe stonde.2640Now herkne, Sone, and thou schalt hiereA gret ensample of this matiere.

[Tale of the Beggars and the Pasties.]

Somdiel to this matiere lik

I finde a tale, hou Frederik,

Nota hic de diuiciarum Accidencia: vbi narrat qualiter Fredericus Romanorum Imperator duos pauperes audiuit litigantes, quorum vnus dixit, ‘Bene potest ditari, quem Rex vult ditare.’ Et alius dixit, ‘Quem deus vult ditare, diues erit.’ Que res cum ad experimentum postea probata fuisset, ille qui deum inuocabat pastellum auro plenum sortitus est, alius vero caponis pastellum sorte36preelegit.

Of Rome that time Emperour,

Herde, as he wente, a gret clamour

Of tuo beggers upon the weie.

That on of hem began to seie,

‘Ha lord, wel mai the man be riche

Whom that a king list forto riche.’

That other saide nothing so,

Bot, ‘He is riche and wel bego, 2400

To whom that god wole sende wele.’

And thus thei maden wordes fele,

Wherof this lord hath hiede nome,

And dede hem bothe forto come

To the Paleis, wher he schal ete,

And bad ordeine for here mete

P. ii. 208

Tuo Pastes, whiche he let do make.

A capoun in that on was bake,

And in that other forto winne

Of florins al that mai withinne2410

He let do pute a gret richesse;37

And evene aliche, as man mai gesse,38

Outward thei were bothe tuo.

This begger was comanded tho,

He that which hield him to the king,

That he ferst chese upon this thing:

He sih hem, bot he felte hem noght,39

So that upon his oghne thoght

He ches the Capoun and forsok

That other, which his fela tok.2420

Bot whanne he wiste hou that it ferde,

He seide alowd, that men it herde,

‘Nou have I certeinly conceived

That he mai lihtly be deceived,

That tristeth unto mannes helpe;

Bot wel is him whom god wol helpe,

For he stant on the siker side,

Which elles scholde go beside:

I se my fela wel recovere,

And I mot duelle stille povere.’2430

Thus spak this begger his entente,

And povere he cam and povere he wente;

Of that he hath richesse soght,40

His infortune it wolde noght.

So mai it schewe in sondri wise,

Betwen fortune and covoitise

P. ii. 209

The chance is cast upon a Dee;

Bot yit fulofte a man mai se

Ynowe of suche natheles,

Whiche evere pute hemself in press2440

To gete hem good, and yit thei faile.

[Coveitise of Lovers.]

And forto speke of this entaile

Touchende of love in thi matiere,

Mi goode Sone, as thou miht hiere,

That riht as it with tho men stod

Of infortune of worldes good,

As thou hast herd me telle above,

Riht so fulofte it stant be love:

Thogh thou coveite it everemore,

Thou schalt noght have o diel the more,2450

Bot only that which thee is schape,

The remenant is bot a jape.

And natheles ynowe of tho41

Ther ben, that nou coveiten so,

That where as thei a womman se,

Ye ten or tuelve thogh ther be,

The love is nou so unavised,

That wher the beaute stant assised,

The mannes herte anon is there,

And rouneth tales in hire Ere,2460

And seith hou that he loveth streite,

And thus he set him to coveite,

An hundred thogh he sihe aday.

So wolde he more thanne he may;

Bot for the grete covoitise42

Of sotie and of fol emprise

P. ii. 210

In ech of hem he fint somwhat

That pleseth him, or this or that;

Som on, for sche is whit of skin,

Som on, for sche is noble of kin,2470

Som on, for sche hath rodi chieke,

Som on, for that sche semeth mieke,

Som on, for sche hath yhen greie,

Som on, for sche can lawhe and pleie,

Som on, for sche is long and smal,

Som on, for sche is lyte and tall,

Som on, for sche is pale and bleche,43

Som on, for sche is softe of speche,

Som on, for that sche is camused,

Som on, for sche hath noght ben used,2480

Som on, for sche can daunce and singe;

So that som thing to his likinge44

He fint, and thogh nomore he fiele,

Bot that sche hath a litel hiele,

It is ynow that he therfore

Hire love, and thus an hundred score,

Whil thei be newe, he wolde he hadde;

Whom he forsakth, sche schal be badde.45

Cecus non iudicat de coloribus.

The blinde man no colour demeth,

But al is on, riht as him semeth;2490

So hath his lust no juggement,

Whom covoitise of love blent.

Him thenkth that to his covoitise

Hou al the world ne mai suffise,

For be his wille he wolde have alle,

If that it mihte so befalle:

P. ii. 211

Thus is he commun as the Strete,

I sette noght of his beyete.

Confessor.

Mi Sone, hast thou such covoitise?

Amans.

Nai, fader, such love I despise,462500

And whil I live schal don evere,

For in good feith yit hadde I levere,

Than to coveite in such a weie,

To ben for evere til I deie

As povere as Job, and loveles,

Outaken on, for haveles

His thonkes is noman alyve.

For that a man scholde al unthryve47

Ther oghte no wisman coveite,

The lawe was noght set so streite:2510

Forthi miself withal to save,

Such on ther is I wolde have,

And non of al these othre mo.48

Confessor.

Mi Sone, of that thou woldest so,

I am noght wroth, bot over this

I wol thee tellen hou it is.

For ther be men, whiche otherwise,

Riht only for the covoitise

Of that thei sen a womman riche,

Ther wol thei al here love affiche;2520

Noght for the beaute of hire face,

Ne yit for vertu ne for grace,

Which sche hath elles riht ynowh,

Bot for the Park and for the plowh,

And other thing which therto longeth:

For in non other wise hem longeth49

P. ii. 212

To love, bot thei profit finde;

And if the profit be behinde,

Here love is evere lesse and lesse,

For after that sche hath richesse,2530

Her love is of proporcion.

If thou hast such condicion,

Mi Sone, tell riht as it is.

Confessio Amantis.

Min holi fader, nay ywiss,

Condicion such have I non.

For trewli, fader, I love oon

So wel with al myn hertes thoght,

That certes, thogh sche hadde noght,

And were as povere as Medea,

Which was exiled for Creusa,502540

I wolde hir noght the lasse love;

Ne thogh sche were at hire above,

As was the riche qwen Candace,

Which to deserve love and grace

To Alisandre, that was king,

Yaf many a worthi riche thing,51

Or elles as Pantasilee,

Which was the quen of Feminee,

And gret richesse with hir nam,

Whan sche for love of Hector cam522550

To Troie in rescousse of the toun,—53

I am of such condicion,

That thogh mi ladi of hirselve

Were also riche as suche tuelve,54

I couthe noght, thogh it wer so,

No betre love hir than I do.

P. ii. 213

For I love in so plein a wise,

That forto speke of coveitise,

As for poverte or for richesse

Mi love is nouther mor ne lesse.2560

For in good feith I trowe this,

So coveitous noman ther is,

Forwhy and he mi ladi sihe,55

That he thurgh lokinge of his yhe56

Ne scholde have such a strok withinne,

That for no gold he mihte winne

He scholde noght hire love asterte,

Bot if he lefte there his herte;

Be so it were such a man,

That couthe Skile of a womman.2570

For ther be men so ruide some,57

Whan thei among the wommen come,

Thei gon under proteccioun,58

That love and his affeccioun59

Ne schal noght take hem be the slieve;

For thei ben out of that believe,

Hem lusteth of no ladi chiere,

Bot evere thenken there and hiere

Wher that here gold is in the cofre,60

And wol non other love profre:2580

Bot who so wot what love amounteth

And be resoun trewliche acompteth,

Than mai he knowe and taken hiede

That al the lust of wommanhiede,

Which mai ben in a ladi face,

Mi ladi hath, and ek of grace

P. ii. 214

If men schull yiven hire a pris,61

Thei mai wel seie hou sche is wys

And sobre and simple of contenance,

And al that to good governance2590

Belongeth of a worthi wiht62

Sche hath pleinli: for thilke nyht

That sche was bore, as for the nones

Nature sette in hire at ones

Beaute with bounte so besein,

That I mai wel afferme and sein,

I sawh yit nevere creature

Of comlihied and of feture

In eny kinges regioun

Be lich hire in comparisoun:2600

And therto, as I have you told,

Yit hath sche more a thousendfold

Of bounte, and schortli to telle,

Sche is the pure hed and welle

And Mirour and ensample of goode.

Who so hir vertus understode,

Me thenkth it oughte ynow suffise

Withouten other covoitise

To love such on and to serve,

Which with hire chiere can deserve2610

To be beloved betre ywiss

Than sche per cas that richest is

And hath of gold a Milion.

Such hath be myn opinion

And evere schal: bot natheles

I seie noght sche is haveles,

P. ii. 215

That sche nys riche and wel at ese,

And hath ynow wherwith to plese

Of worldes good whom that hire liste;

Bot o thing wolde I wel ye wiste,2620

That nevere for no worldes good

Min herte untoward hire stod,

Bot only riht for pure love;

That wot the hihe god above.

Nou, fader, what seie ye therto?

Confessor.

Mi Sone, I seie it is wel do.

For tak of this riht good believe,63

What man that wole himself relieve

To love in eny other wise,

He schal wel finde his coveitise2630

Schal sore grieve him ate laste,

For such a love mai noght laste.

Bot nou, men sein, in oure daies

Men maken bot a fewe assaies,

Bot if the cause be richesse;

Forthi the love is wel the lesse.

And who that wolde ensamples telle,64

Be olde daies as thei felle,

Than mihte a man wel understonde

Such love mai noght longe stonde.2640

Now herkne, Sone, and thou schalt hiere

A gret ensample of this matiere.

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