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And evere his hunger after more
Travaileth him aliche sore;
So is he peined overal。
Forthi thi goodes forth withal;
Mi Sone; loke thou despende;
Wherof thou myht thiself amende    400
Bothe hier and ek in other place。
And also if thou wolt pourchace
To be beloved; thou most use
Largesce; for if thou refuse
To yive for thi loves sake;
It is no reson that thou take
Of love that thou woldest crave。
Forthi; if thou wolt grace have;
Be gracious and do largesse;
Of Avarice and the seknesse  410
Eschuie above alle other thing;
And tak ensample of Mide king
And of the flod of helle also;
Where is ynowh of alle wo。
And thogh ther were no matiere
Bot only that we finden hiere;
Men oghten Avarice eschuie;
For what man thilke vice suie;
He get himself bot litel reste。
For hou so that the body reste;    420
The herte upon the gold travaileth;
Whom many a nyhtes drede assaileth;
For thogh he ligge abedde naked;
His herte is everemore awaked;
And dremeth; as he lith to slepe;
How besi that he is to kepe
His tresor; that no thief it stele。
Thus hath he bot a woful wele。
And riht so in the same wise;
If thou thiself wolt wel avise;    430
Ther be lovers of suche ynowe;
That wole unto no reson bowe。
If so be that thei come above;
Whan thei ben maistres of here love;
And that thei scholden be most glad;
With love thei ben most bestad;
So fain thei wolde it holden al。
Here herte; here yhe is overal;
And wenen every man be thief;
To stele awey that hem is lief;    440
Thus thurgh here oghne fantasie
Thei fallen into Jelousie。
Thanne hath the Schip tobroke his cable;
With every wynd and is muable。
Mi fader; for that ye nou telle;
I have herd ofte time telle
Of Jelousie; bot what it is
Yit understod I nevere er this:
Wherfore I wolde you beseche;
That ye me wolde enforme and teche    450
What maner thing it mihte be。
Mi Sone; that is hard to me:
Bot natheles; as I have herd;
Now herkne and thou schalt ben ansuerd。
Among the men lacke of manhode
In Mariage upon wifhode
Makth that a man himself deceiveth;
Wherof it is that he conceiveth
That ilke unsely maladie;
The which is cleped Jelousie:   460
Of which if I the proprete
Schal telle after the nycete;
So as it worcheth on a man;
A Fievere it is cotidian;
Which every day wol come aboute;
Wher so a man be inne or oute。
At hom if that a man wol wone;
This Fievere is thanne of comun wone
Most grevous in a mannes yhe:
For thanne he makth him tote and pryhe;  470
Wher so as evere his love go;
Sche schal noght with hir litel too
Misteppe; bot he se it al。
His yhe is walkende overal;
Wher that sche singe or that sche dance;
He seth the leste contienance;
If sche loke on a man aside
Or with him roune at eny tyde;
Or that sche lawghe; or that sche loure;
His yhe is ther at every houre。    480
And whanne it draweth to the nyht;
If sche thanne is withoute lyht;
Anon is al the game schent;
For thanne he set his parlement
To speke it whan he comth to bedde;
And seith; 〃If I were now to wedde;
I wolde neveremore have wif。〃
And so he torneth into strif
The lust of loves duete;
And al upon diversete。    490
If sche be freissh and wel araied;
He seith hir baner is displaied
To clepe in gestes fro the weie:
And if sche be noght wel beseie;
And that hir list noght to be gladd;
He berth an hond that sche is madd
And loveth noght hire housebonde;
He seith he mai wel understonde;
That if sche wolde his compaignie;
Sche scholde thanne afore his ije  500
Schewe al the plesir that sche mihte。
So that be daie ne be nyhte
Sche not what thing is for the beste;
Bot liveth out of alle reste;
For what as evere him liste sein;
Sche dar noght speke a word ayein;
Bot wepth and holt hire lippes clos。
Sche mai wel wryte; 〃Sanz repos;〃
The wif which is to such on maried。
Of alle wommen be he waried;    510
For with this Fievere of Jalousie
His echedaies fantasie
Of sorghe is evere aliche grene;
So that ther is no love sene;
Whil that him list at hom abyde。
And whan so is he wol out ryde;
Thanne hath he redi his aspie
Abidinge in hir compaignie;
A janglere; an evel mouthed oon;
That sche ne mai nowhider gon;  520
Ne speke a word; ne ones loke;
That he ne wol it wende and croke
And torne after his oghne entente;
Thogh sche nothing bot honour mente。
Whan that the lord comth hom ayein;
The janglere moste somwhat sein;
So what withoute and what withinne;
This Fievere is evere to beginne;
For where he comth he can noght ende;
Til deth of him have mad an ende。  530
For thogh so be that he ne hiere
Ne se ne wite in no manere
Bot al honour and wommanhiede;
Therof the Jelous takth non hiede;
Bot as a man to love unkinde;
He cast his staf; as doth the blinde;
And fint defaulte where is non;
As who so dremeth on a Ston
Hou he is leid; and groneth ofte;
Whan he lith on his pilwes softe。  540
So is ther noght bot strif and cheste;
Whan love scholde make his feste;
It is gret thing if he hir kisse:
Thus hath sche lost the nyhtes blisse;
For at such time he gruccheth evere
And berth on hond ther is a levere;
And that sche wolde an other were
In stede of him abedde there;
And with tho wordes and with mo
Of Jelousie; he torneth fro  550
And lith upon his other side;
And sche with that drawth hire aside;
And ther sche wepeth al the nyht。
Ha; to what peine sche is dyht;
That in hire youthe hath so beset
The bond which mai noght ben unknet!
I wot the time is ofte cursed;
That evere was the gold unpursed;
The which was leid upon the bok;
Whan that alle othre sche forsok   560
For love of him; bot al to late
Sche pleigneth; for as thanne algate
Sche mot forbere and to him bowe;
Thogh he ne wole it noght allowe。
For man is lord of thilke feire;
So mai the womman bot empeire;
If sche speke oght ayein his wille;
And thus sche berth hir peine stille。
Bot if this Fievere a womman take;
Sche schal be wel mor harde schake;   570
For thogh sche bothe se and hiere;
And finde that ther is matiere;
Sche dar bot to hirselve pleine;
And thus sche suffreth double peine。
Lo thus; mi Sone; as I have write;
Thou miht of Jelousie wite
His fievere and his condicion;
Which is full of suspecion。
Bot wherof that this fievere groweth;
Who so these olde bokes troweth;   580
Ther mai he finden hou it is:
For thei ous teche and telle this;
Hou that this fievere of Jelousie
Somdel it groweth of sotie
Of love; and somdiel of untrust。
For as a sek man lest his lust;
And whan he may no savour gete;
He hateth thanne his oughne mete;
Riht so this fieverous maladie;
Which caused is of fantasie;    590
Makth the Jelous in fieble plit
To lese of love his appetit
Thurgh feigned enformacion
Of his ymaginacion。
Bot finali to taken hiede;
Men mai wel make a liklihiede
Betwen him which is averous
Of gold and him that is jelous
Of love; for in on degre
Thei stonde bothe; as semeth me。   600
That oon wolde have his bagges stille;
And noght departen with his wille;
And dar noght for the thieves slepe;
So fain he wolde his tresor kepe;
That other mai noght wel be glad;
For he is evere more adrad
Of these lovers that gon aboute;
In aunter if thei putte him oute。
So have thei bothe litel joye
As wel of love as of monoie。    610
Now hast thou; Sone; at my techinge
Of Jelousie a knowlechinge;
That thou myht understonde this;
Fro whenne he comth and what he is;
And ek to whom that he is lik。
Be war forthi thou be noght sik
Of thilke fievere as I have spoke;
For it wol in himself be wroke。
For love hateth nothing more;
As men mai finde be the lore    620
Of hem that whilom were wise;
Hou that thei spieke in many wise。
Mi fader; soth is that ye sein。
Bot forto loke therayein;
Befor this time hou it is falle;
Wherof ther mihte ensample falle
To suche men as be jelous
In what manere it is grevous;
Riht fain I wolde ensample hiere。
My goode Sone; at thi preiere   630
Of suche ensamples as I finde;
So as thei comen nou to mynde
Upon this point; of time gon
I thenke forto tellen on。
Ovide wrot of manye thinges;
Among the whiche in his wrytinges
He tolde a tale in Poesie;
Which toucheth unto Jelousie;
Upon a certein cas of love。
Among the goddes alle above  640
It fell at thilke ti

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