Flesh is fo newefangle, with mefchance, That we ne con in nothing have plefance This Phebus, which that thought upon no gile, Difceived was for all his jolitee, For under him another hadde fhe, A man of litel reputation, Nought worth to Phebus in comparison : The more harme is: it happeth often so, Of which ther cometh mochel harme and wo. His wif anon hath for hire lemman fent. The wife Plato fayth, as ye mow rede, The word must nede accorden with the dede: 17146 17150 17155 The word must cofin be to the werking. I am a boiitous man, right thus fay i; 17160 Ther is no difference trewely Betwix a wif that is of high degree (If of hire body dishoneft the be) And any poure wenche, other than this, (If it fo be they werken both amis) 17165 But for the gentil is in eftat above She fhal be cleped his Lady and his Love, And for that other is a poure woman She fhal be cleped his Wenche and his Lemman; And God it wote, min owen dere brother! 37170 Right fo betwix a titleles tiraunt And an outlawe, or any thefe erraunt, The fame I fay; ther is no difference, (To Alexander told was this fentence) 17175 But for the tyrant is of greter might By force of meinie for to sle doun right, And brennen hous and home, and make all plain, And for the outlawe hath but fmale meinie, 17180 And may not do so gret an harme as he, I wol not tell of textes never a del; 17185 Whan Phebus wif had fent for hire lemman Anon they wroughten all hir luft volage. This white crowe, that heng ay in the cage, Beheld hir werke, and fayde never a word; 17190 And whan that home was come Phebus the lord This crowe fong Cuckow, cuckow, cuckow! [now? What? brid, quod Phebus, what fong fingest thou .17173. or any thefe] Any is from conjecture only, inftead of a, the reading of all the mff. that I have confulted. The reading of ed. Urr. is-or elles a thefe-whether from authority or conjecture I cannot tell; but even as a conjecture I thould have adopted it in preference to my own if I had taken notice of it in time. Ne were thou wont fo merily to fing, That to my herte it was a rejoyfing To here thy vois? Alas! what song is this? For all thy waiting, blered is thin eye Not worth to thee as in comparison 17195 17200 The mountance of a gnat, fo mote I thrive, 17205 What wol you more? the crowe anon him told, By fade tokenes and by wordes bold, Him thought his woful herte braft atwo; 17210 17215 Traitour, quod he, with tonge of fcorpion 17220 Thou haft me brought to my confusion › Alas that I was wrought! why n'ere I dede! O dere wif, o gemme of luftyhede! That were to me fo fade and eke so trewe, Now lieft thou ded, with face pale of hewe, 17225 O rakel hond! to do fa foule a mis: O! every man beware of rakelneffe, Ne trowe no thing withouten firong witnesse: And beth avised wel and fikerly 17230 17233 Or ye do any execution Upon your ire for suspecion. Alas! a thousand folk hath rakel ire Fully fordon, and brought hem in the mire. 17240 Alas! for forwe I wol myfelven fle. And to the crowe, O falfe thefe! faid he, I wol thee quite anon thy false tale; 17245 But ever crie ageins tempeft and rain, And to the crowe he ftert, and that anon, 17250 And eke his speche, and out at dore him flong 17255 Unto the devil, which I him betake; And for this caufe ben alle crowes blake. Lordings, by this enfample I you pray Beth ware, and taketh kepe what that ye fay, 17260 My fone, thinke on the crowe a Goddes name: My fone, kepe wel thy tonge, and kepe thy frend; A wicked tonge is werse than a fend: My fone, from a fende men may hem blesse: 17270 My fone, God of his endeles goodnesse Walled a tonge with teeth, and lippes eke, For man fhuld him avifen what he fpeke: My fone, ful often for to mochel fpeche Hath many a man ben spilt, as clerkes teche, 17275 But for a litel speche avisedly Is no man fhent, to speken generally: |