The Pastime of Pleasure: An Allegorical Poem, 18 tomas

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Percy Society, 1845 - 220 psl.

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56 psl. - Thus al in vayne they spende their besynes. I, lytell or nought expert in poetry, Of my mayster Lydgate wyll folowe the trace. As evermore so his name to magnyfy Wyth suche lytle bokes, by Goddes grace.
86 psl. - To wed for fere, as them to obey; Yet had I lever they were somwhat wrothe, For I my selfe do bere the locke and kaye Yet of my mynde, and wyll do many a daye. Myne owne I am, what that I lyste to do I stand untyed, there is no joye therto. Amoure. O swete lady ! the good perfyte sterre...
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193 psl. - Pucell me sente, Agaynst my wedding, of the satyn fyne, Whyte as the milke, a goodly garment, Branded with perle that clerely did shyne; And so the mariage for to determyne Venus me brought to a ryall chappell, Which of fyne golde was wrought every dele. And after that the gay and glorious La Belle Pucell to the chappell was ledde, In a white vesture fayre and precious, Wyth a golden chaplet on her yalow hede; And Lex Ecclesie did me to her wedde; After which wedding there was a great feast, Nothing...
199 psl. - Lyke as I am so shall you be all dust. Than in your mynde inwardly despyse The bryttle worlde, so full of doublenes, With the vyle flesshe, and ryght sone aryse Out of your slepe of mortall hevynes; Subdue the devill with grace and mekenes, That afteryour lyfe frayle and transitory, 2o You may t hen live in joye perdurably.
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46 psl. - That in thyne age it may the worship render. Connyng is lyght and also pleasaunt, A gentyll burden wythout grevousnes, Unto hym that is ryght well applyaunt For to bere it wyth al his besenes; He shal attaste the well of frutefulnes, Which Vyrgyl claryfied, and also Tullyus, Wyth Latyn pure, swete, and delicyous. From whense my mayster Lydgate veryfyde The depured rethoryke in Englysh language; To make our tongue so clerely puryfyed, That the vyle termes should nothing arage As like a pye to chatter...
155 psl. - ... Wo worth her minde in disdayne so stable; Wo worth her that hath me fettered fast; And wo worth love that I do spend in wast. Wherefore of right I pray you to remembre All that I wryte unto you right now: How your true love is of age but tendre, His umble service we pray you alow: And he him selfe evermore emprowe, You for to please and give the soveraynte, How can you have a more true love than he ? And fare ye well: there is no more to say; Under our signet, in our court ryall, Of September...

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