by: John Lydgate (Author) , Kathleen Forni (Editor)
from: The Chaucerian Apocrypha: A Selection 2005
What thyng than eyr is lyghter and meveabyll
The lyght men say that passyth yn a trowth
All yf the lyght be not so waryabyll
As ys the wynde that every weye blowth
And yut of reson sum men deme and trowe
Wymmen be lyghtyst of thes company
Let passe over yn ese and let the wynd blow
Beware the blynde ettyth many a flye
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Loke wel aboute, ye that lovers bee, Let not youre lustes lede you to dotage. Be not anamoured on al thing that ye see: Sampson the fort and Salomon the sage, Deceyved were for al thaire grete courage. Men deeme it right that they see at eye, But ever beware: the blynde eteth many a flie! I meen in women, for all thaire cheres queynt, Trust not to moche; thaire trouthe is but geson. The fairest outward wel can they peynt; Thayre stedfastnesse endureth but a seson. They fayne frendlynes and worchen treson, And sith thay be chaungeable naturally, Beware, therfore: the blynde eteth many a flye. Thogh all this world doo his besy cure To make women stande in stablenesse, It may not be, it is ageyne nature: The world is doo whan thay lak doublenesse. They lagh and love not, this know men expresse; In theyme to trust, it is but fantasie. Therfore, beware: the blynde eteth many a flie. What wight on lyve that trusteth on thaire cheres, Shal have at last his guerdon and his mede. They shave nerer than doth rasour or sheres; Al is not gold that shineth, men take hede! Thaire galle is hid under a sugred wede; It is ful queynte thaire fantasies to aspie. Beware, therfore: the blynde eteth many a flye. Women of kynde have condicions thre: The first is thay be full of deceite; To spynne also is thaire propreté; And women have a wonderful conceite: They wepen oft, and all is but a sleight; And whan hem lust, the teere is in the eye. Therfore, beware: the blynde eteth many a flye. In sothe to sey, thogh al the erthe so wan Were parchemyn smothe, white, and scribable, And the grete see, called occian, Were turned ink, blacker than is sable, Eche stikk a penne, ech man a scrivener able, Nought coude thay write womens trecherie. Beware, therfore: the blynde eteth many a flye! |
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