Chapter 114
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Notes to Good Counsel of Chaucer
1. This poem is said to have been composed by Chaucer "upon his deathbed, lying in anguish."
2. Her that turneth as a ball: Fortune.
3. To spurn against a nail; "against the p.r.i.c.ks."
PROVERBS OF CHAUCER.
WHAT should these clothes thus manifold, Lo! this hot summer's day?
After great heate cometh cold; No man cast his pilche* away. *pelisse, furred cloak Of all this world the large compa.s.s Will not in mine arms twain; Who so muche will embrace, Little thereof he shall distrain.* *grasp
The world so wide, the air so remuable,* *unstable The silly man so little of stature; The green of ground and clothing so mutable, The fire so hot and subtile of nature; The water *never in one* -- what creature *never the same*
That made is of these foure thus flitting, May steadfast be, as here, in his living?
The more I go, the farther I am behind; The farther behind, the nearer my war's end; The more I seek, the worse can I find; The lighter leave, the lother for to wend; The better I live, the more out of mind; Is this fortune, *n'ot I,* or infortune;* *I know not* *misfortune Though I go loose, tied am I with a loigne.* *line, tether
Notes to Proverbs of Chaucer
1. (Transcriber's Note: Modern scholars believe that Chaucer's may have been the author of the first stanza of this poem, but was not the author of the second and third).
2. These foure: that is, the four elements, of which man was believed to be composed.
3. The lighter leave, the lother for to wend: The more easy (through age) for
VIRELAY.
ALONE walking In thought plaining, And sore sighing; All desolate, Me rememb'ring Of my living; My death wis.h.i.+ng Both early and late.
Infortunate Is so my fate, That, wot ye what?
Out of measure My life I hate; Thus desperate, In such poor estate, Do I endure.
Of other cure Am I not sure; Thus to endure Is hard, certain; Such is my ure,* *destiny I you ensure; What creature May have more pain?
My truth so plain Is taken in vain, And great disdain In remembrance; Yet I full fain Would me complain, Me to abstain From this penance.
But, in substance, None alleggeance* *alleviation Of my grievance Can I not find; Right so my chance, With displeasance, Doth me advance; And thus an end.
Notes to Virelay
1. (Transcriber's note: Modern scholars believe that Chaucer was not the author of this poem)
2. Ure: "heur," or destiny; the same word that enters into "bonheur" and "malheur." (French: happiness & unhappiness)
"SINCE I FROM LOVE."
SINCE I from Love escaped am so fat, I ne'er think to be in his prison ta'en; Since I am free, I count him not a bean.
He may answer, and saye this and that; I *do no force,* I speak right as I mean; *care not*
Since I from Love escaped am so fat.
Love hath my name struck out of his slat,* *slate, list And he is struck out of my bookes clean, For ever more; there is none other mean; Since I from Love escaped am so fat.
Notes to "Since I from Love"
1. (Transcriber's note: Modern scholars believe that Chaucer was not the author of this poem)
CHAUCER'S WORDS TO HIS SCRIVENER.
ADAM Scrivener, if ever it thee befall Boece or Troilus for to write anew, Under thy long locks thou may'st have the scall* *scab But *after my making* thou write more true! *according to my So oft a day I must thy work renew, composing*
It to correct, and eke to rub and sc.r.a.pe; And all is through thy negligence and rape.* *haste
CHAUCER'S PROPHECY.
WHEN priestes *failen in their saws,* *come short of their And lordes turne G.o.dde's laws profession*
Against the right; And lechery is holden as *privy solace,* *secret delight*
And robbery as free purchase, Beware then of ill!
Then shall the Land of Albion Turne to confusion, As sometime it befell.
Ora pro Anglia Sancta Maria, quod Thomas Cantuaria.
Sweet Jesus, heaven's King, Fair and best of all thing, You bring us out of this mourning, To come to thee at our ending!
Notes to Chaucer's Prophecy.