. Confessio amantis . blefied, The whiche I fpake of now to-fore,**° Her faders life fhe gat therfore And wan with all the kinges love. Forthy my fone, if thou wolt love, It fit the well to leve pride And take humblefle on thy fide,*i5 The more of grace thou malt gete. My fader, I woll nought foryete Amans. Of this that ye have told me here, And if that any fuch manere Of humble port may love appaie,**> Here afterwarde I thonke aflaie. 158 CONFESSIO AMANTIS. But now forth over I befeche,That ye more of my fhrifte My gode fone, it fhall be herken and lay an ere to, vt
. Confessio amantis . blefied, The whiche I fpake of now to-fore,**° Her faders life fhe gat therfore And wan with all the kinges love. Forthy my fone, if thou wolt love, It fit the well to leve pride And take humblefle on thy fide,*i5 The more of grace thou malt gete. My fader, I woll nought foryete Amans. Of this that ye have told me here, And if that any fuch manere Of humble port may love appaie,**> Here afterwarde I thonke aflaie. 158 CONFESSIO AMANTIS. But now forth over I befeche,That ye more of my fhrifte My gode fone, it fhall be herken and lay an ere to, vtw For as touchend of prides fareAls ferforth as I can declareIn caufe of vice, in caufe of loveThat haft thou pleinly herde above,So that there is no more to faie 3**» Touchend of that, but other waieTouchend envie I thenke telle,Whiche hath the propre kinde of helle,Withoute caufe to mifdoToward him felf and other alfoHere afterward as underftonde *h**4 Thou fhalt the fpieces, as they ftonde. Explicit liber Incipit Liber Secundus. Invidie culpa magis efl attrita dolore, Nam Jua mens nulla tempore leta gaudent aliiy dolet ille, nee unus amicus E/ly cut de puro commoda velle honor fua cor da veretur, et omnls Eft fibi leticia fie aliena etenim vicium quam fepe repugnat amantiy Non fibi, fed reliquis, dum favet ipfa amor ex propria motu fantaficus, et que G audi a fert a His credit obeffe fibi. OW after pride the fecoundeThere is, which many a wo- full ftounde,Towardes other berth abouteWithin him felf and nought For in his thought he brenneth ever,Whan that he wote an other leverOr more vertuos than he,Which paffeth him in his he taketh his maladie.•o That vice is cleped hot my fone, if it be fo,Thou art or haft ben one of tho,As for to fpeke in loves cas* If ever yet thin herte was
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