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For this thou miht wel understonde;
That man mai wel noght longe stonde
Which is wyndrunke of comun us;
For he hath lore the vertus;
Wherof reson him scholde clothe;
And that was seene upon hem bothe。    550
Men sein ther is non evidence;
Wherof to knowe a difference
Betwen the drunken and the wode;
For thei be nevere nouther goode;
For wher that wyn doth wit aweie;
Wisdom hath lost the rihte weie;
That he no maner vice dredeth;
Nomore than a blind man thredeth
His nedle be the Sonnes lyht;
Nomore is reson thanne of myht;    560
Whan he with drunkeschipe is blent。
And in this point thei weren schent;
This Galba bothe and ek Vitelle;
Upon the cause as I schal telle;
Wherof good is to taken hiede。
For thei tuo thurgh her drunkenhiede
Of witles excitacioun
Oppressede al the nacion
Of Spaigne; for of fool usance;
Which don was of continuance    570
Of hem; whiche alday drunken were;
Ther was no wif ne maiden there;
What so thei were; or faire or foule;
Whom thei ne token to defoule;
Wherof the lond was often wo:
And ek in othre thinges mo
Thei wroghten many a sondri wrong。
Bot hou so that the dai be long;
The derke nyht comth ate laste:
God wolde noght thei scholden laste;  580
And schop the lawe in such a wise;
That thei thurgh dom to the juise
Be dampned forto be forlore。
Bot thei; that hadden ben tofore
Enclin to alle drunkenesse;…
Here ende thanne bar witnesse;
For thei in hope to assuage
The peine of deth; upon the rage
That thei the lasse scholden fiele;
Of wyn let fille full a Miele;  590
And dronken til so was befalle
That thei her strengthes losten alle
Withouten wit of eny brain;
And thus thei ben halfdede slain;
That hem ne grieveth bot a lyte。
Mi Sone; if thou be forto wyte
In eny point which I have seid;
Wherof thi wittes ben unteid;
I rede clepe hem hom ayein。
I schal do; fader; as ye sein;  600
Als ferforth as I mai suffise:
Bot wel I wot that in no wise
The drunkeschipe of love aweie
I mai remue be no weie;
It stant noght upon my fortune。
Bot if you liste to comune
Of the seconde Glotonie;
Which cleped is Delicacie;
Wherof ye spieken hier tofore;
Beseche I wolde you therfore。   610
Mi Sone; as of that ilke vice;
Which of alle othre is the Norrice;
And stant upon the retenue
Of Venus; so as it is due;
The proprete hou that it fareth
The bok hierafter nou declareth。
Of this chapitre in which we trete
There is yit on of such diete;
To which no povere mai atteigne;
For al is Past of paindemeine   620
And sondri wyn and sondri drinke;
Wherof that he wole ete and drinke:
Hise cokes ben for him affaited;
So that his body is awaited;
That him schal lacke no delit;
Als ferforth as his appetit
Sufficeth to the metes hote。
Wherof this lusti vice is hote
Of Gule the Delicacie;
Which al the hole progenie   630
Of lusti folk hath undertake
To feede; whil that he mai take
Richesses wherof to be founde:
Of Abstinence he wot no bounde;
To what profit it scholde serve。
And yit phisique of his conserve
Makth many a restauracioun
Unto his recreacioun;
Which wolde be to Venus lief。
Thus for the point of his relief   640
The coc which schal his mete arraie;
Bot he the betre his mouth assaie;
His lordes thonk schal ofte lese;
Er he be served to the chese:
For ther mai lacke noght so lyte;
That he ne fint anon a wyte;
For bot his lust be fully served;
Ther hath no wiht his thonk deserved。
And yit for mannes sustenance;
To kepe and holde in governance;       650
To him that wole his hele gete
Is non so good as comun mete:
For who that loketh on the bokes;
It seith; confeccion of cokes;
A man him scholde wel avise
Hou he it toke and in what wise。
For who that useth that he knoweth;
Ful selden seknesse on him groweth;
And who that useth metes strange;
Though his nature empeire and change  660
It is no wonder; lieve Sone;
Whan that he doth ayein his wone;
For in Phisique this I finde;
Usage is the seconde kinde。
And riht so changeth his astat
He that of love is delicat:
For though he hadde to his hond
The beste wif of al the lond;
Or the faireste love of alle;
Yit wolde his herte on othre falle    670
And thenke hem mor delicious
Than he hath in his oghne hous:
Men sein it is nou ofte so;
Avise hem wel; thei that so do。
And forto speke in other weie;
Fulofte time I have herd seie;
That he which hath no love achieved;
Him thenkth that he is noght relieved;
Thogh that his ladi make him chiere;
So as sche mai in good manere   680
Hir honour and hir name save;
Bot he the surplus mihte have。
Nothing withstondende hire astat;
Of love more delicat
He set hire chiere at no delit;
Bot he have al his appetit。
Mi Sone; if it be with thee so;
Tell me。 Myn holi fader; no:
For delicat in such a wise
Of love; as ye to me devise;    690
Ne was I nevere yit gultif;
For if I hadde such a wif
As ye speke of; what scholde I more?
For thanne I wolde neveremore
For lust of eny wommanhiede
Myn herte upon non other fiede:
And if I dede; it were a wast。
Bot al withoute such repast
Of lust; as ye me tolde above;
Of wif; or yit of other love;   700
I faste; and mai no fode gete;
So that for lacke of deinte mete;
Of which an herte mai be fedd;
I go fastende to my bedd。
Bot myhte I geten; as ye tolde;
So mochel that mi ladi wolde
Me fede with hir glad semblant;
Though me lacke al the remenant;
Yit scholde I somdel ben abeched
And for the time wel refreched。    710
Bot certes; fader; sche ne doth;
For in good feith; to telle soth;
I trowe; thogh I scholde sterve;
Sche wolde noght hire yhe swerve;
Min herte with o goodly lok
To fede; and thus for such a cok
I mai go fastinge everemo:
Bot if so is that eny wo
Mai fede a mannes herte wel;
Therof I have at every meel  720
Of plente more than ynowh;
Bot that is of himself so towh;
Mi stomac mai it noght defie。
Lo; such is the delicacie
Of love; which myn herte fedeth;
Thus have I lacke of that me nedeth。
Bot for al this yit natheles
I seie noght I am gylteles;
That I somdel am delicat:
For elles were I fulli mat;  730
Bot if that I som lusti stounde
Of confort and of ese founde;
To take of love som repast;
For thogh I with the fulle tast
The lust of love mai noght fiele;
Min hunger otherwise I kiele
Of smale lustes whiche I pike;
And for a time yit thei like;
If that ye wisten what I mene。
Nou; goode Sone; schrif thee clene    740
Of suche deyntes as ben goode;
Wherof thou takst thin hertes fode。
Mi fader; I you schal reherce;
Hou that mi fodes ben diverse;
So as thei fallen in degre。
O fiedinge is of that I se;
An other is of that I here;
The thridde; as I schal tellen here;
It groweth of min oghne thoght:
And elles scholde I live noght;    750
For whom that failleth fode of herte;
He mai noght wel the deth asterte。
Of sihte is al mi ferste fode;
Thurgh which myn yhe of alle goode
Hath that to him is acordant;
A lusti fode sufficant。
Whan that I go toward the place
Wher I schal se my ladi face;
Min yhe; which is loth to faste;
Beginth to hungre anon so faste;       760
That him thenkth of on houre thre;
Til I ther come and he hire se:
And thanne after his appetit
He takth a fode of such delit;
That him non other deynte nedeth。
Of sondri sihtes he him fedeth:
He seth hire face of such colour;
That freisshere is than eny flour;
He seth hire front is large and plein
Withoute fronce of eny grein;   770
He seth hire yhen lich an hevene;
He seth hire nase strauht and evene;
He seth hire rode upon the cheke;
He seth hire rede lippes eke;
Hire chyn acordeth to the face;
Al that he seth is full of grace;
He seth hire necke round and clene;
Therinne mai no bon be sene;
He seth hire handes faire and whyte;
For al this thing withoute wyte    780
He mai se naked ate leste;
So is it wel the more feste
And wel the mor Delicacie
Unto the fiedinge of myn yhe。
He seth hire schapthe forth withal;
Hire bodi round; hire middel smal;
So wel begon with good array;
Which passeth al the lust of Maii;
Whan he is most with softe schoures
Ful clothed in his lusti floures。  790
With suche sihtes by and by
Min yhe is fed; bot finaly;
Whan he the port and the manere
Seth of hire wommanysshe chere;
Than hath he such del

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