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THE FIRST BOKE, ........

Now herkin, as I have you faied,

What that I mette or I abraied.
Of December the tenith daie
When it was night to flepe I laie,
Right as I was wonte for to doen,
And fill a lepè wondir fone,
As he that was werie forgo
On pilgrimagè milis two

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To the corps of Saint Leonarde,
To makin lithe that erft was harde.

But as me flept me mette I was
Within a temple' imade of glas,
In whiche there werin mo images
Of golde standyng in fondrie stages,
Sette in mo riche tabirnacles,
And with perrè mo pinnacles,
And mo curious portraituris
And queint manir of figuris

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This temple, for in purtreiture'

I fawe anone right her figure

Nakid yfletyng in a fe,

And alfo on her hedde parde

Her rofy garland white and redde,

And her combe for to kembe her hedde,
Her dovis, and Dan Cupido

Her blindè fonne, and Vulcano,
That in his face ywas full broune.
But as I romid up and doune

I founde that on the wall there was

Thus writtin on a table' of bras:

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And tho began the storie' anone
As I fhall tellin you echone.

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Firft fawe I the diftruccion

Of Troie thorough the Greke Sinoni
With his falfe untrue forfwerynges,
And with his chere and his lefynges,
That made a horfe brought into Troye

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By whiche Trojans lofte all ther joye.
And aftir this was graved, alas!
How Ilion's caftill affailed was

And won, and Kyng Priamus slain,
And Polites his fonne certain,
Difpitoufly of Dan Pyrrhus.

And next that fawe I howe Venus,
When that she fawe the caftill brende,
Doune from hevin fhe gan difcende,
And bade her fonne Æneas fle,
And how he fled, and how that he
Efcapid was from all the pres,
And toke his fathre', olde Anchises,
And bare hym on his backe awaie,
Crying Alas and Welawaie!

The whiche Anchises in his hande
Bare tho the goddis of the lande,
I mene thilke that unbrennid were,
Then fawe I next that all in fere
How Creufa, Dan Æneas wife,
Whom that he lovid all his life,

And her yong fonne clepid Julo,
And eke Afcanius also,

Fleddin eke with full drerie chere,

That it was pite for to here,

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When that her fpirite gan appere,
The wordis that she to hym faied,
And for to kepe her fonne hym praied.
There fawe I gravin eke how he,
His fathir eke and his meinè,
With his fhippis began to faile
Toward the country of Itaile
As ftreight as ere thei mightin go.
There fawe 1 eke the cruill Juno,
That art Dan Jupiter his wife,
That haft ihatid all thy life

Mercilefs all the Trojan blode,

Rennin and crie as thou were wode

On Æolus, the god of Windes,

To blowin out of allè kindes

So loudè, that he should ydrenche

Lorde and ladie, and grome and wenche,

Of all the Trojanis nacion

Without any' of ther favacion.

There fawe I foche tempest arise
That every herte might agrife
To fe it paintid on the wall.

There fawe I eke gravin withall
Venus, how ye, my ladie dere!
Y wepyng with full wofull chere,

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MISCELLANIES.

THE HOUSE OF FAME.

IN THREE BOKES.

In this book is ferved how the deeds of all men and rvomen, be they good or bad, are carry'd by report to poflerity.

THE PROLOGUE.

GOD tourne us everie dreme to gode,
For it is wondir thyng by the' rode,
To my witte, what caufith swevines
On the morowe or on evines,

And why the' effecte foloweth of fome,
And of fome it shall nevir come,

Why that is an avifion,

And this a revelacion,

Why this a dreme, why that a sweven,
And not to every man liche even,
Why this a fantome, why that oracles,
In'ot; but whofo of these miracles
The caufis knowith bet than I

Define he, for I certainly

Ne can 'hem not, ne nevir thinke
To bufie my witte for to fwinke
To knowe of ther fignificacions,
The gendris, ne the diftinccions
Of the tymes of 'hem, ne the caufis,
Or why that this is more then that is,

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