The Works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 12. John Dryden

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      Ne how the ground agast was of the light,

      That was not wont to see the sonne bright;

      Ne how the fire was couched first with stre,

      And than with drie stickes cloven a-thre,

      And than with grene wood and spicerie,

      And than with cloth of gold and with perrie,

      And garlonds hanging with ful many a flour,

      The mirre, the encense also, with swete odour;

      Ne how Arcita lay among all this,

      Ne what richesse about his body is;

      Ne how that Emelie, as was the gise,

      Put in the fire of funeral service;

      Ne how she swouned, whan she made the fire,

      Ne what she spake, ne what was hire desire;

      Ne what jewelles men in the fire caste,

      Whan that the fire was gret, and brente fast;

      Ne how som cast hir sheld, and som hir spere,

      And of hir vestimentes, which they were,

      And cuppes full of wine, and milk, and blood,

      Into the fire, that brent as it were wood;

      Ne how the Grekes, with a huge route,

      Three times riden all the fire aboute

      Upon the left hond, with a loud shouting,

      And thries with hir speres clatering;

      And thries how the ladies gan to crie;

      Ne how that led was homeward Emelie;

      Ne how Arcite is brent to ashen cold;

      Ne how the liche-wake was yhold

      All thilke night; ne how the Grekes play;

      The wake-plaies ne kepe I not to say;

      Who wrestled best naked, with oile enoint,

      Ne who that bare him best in no disjoint:

      I woll not tellen eke how they all gon

      Home till Athenes, whan the play is don.

      But shortly to the point now wol I wende,

      And maken of my longe tale an ende.

      By processe, and by lengths of certain yeres,

      All stenten is the mourning and the teres

      Of Grekes, by on general assent:

      Than semeth me ther was a parlement

      At Athenes, upon certain points and cas;

      Amonges the which points yspoken was

      To have with certain contrees alliance,

      And have of Thebanes fully obeisance;

      For which this noble Theseus anon

      Let senden after gentil Palamon.

      Unwist of him what was the cause, and why:

      But in his blacke clothes sorwefully

      He came at his commandment on hie;

      Tho sente Theseus for Emelie.

      Whan they were set, and husht was al the place,

      And Theseus abiden hath a space,

      Or any word came from his wise brest,

      His eyen set he ther as was his lest,

      And with a sad visage he siked still,

      And after that right thus he sayd his will.

      The firste Mover of the cause above,

      Whan he firste made the fayre chaine of love,

      Gret was the effect, and high was his entent;

      Well wist he why, and what therof he ment:

      For with that fayre chaine of love he bond

      The fire, the air, the watre, and the lond,

      In certain bondes, that they may not flee:

      That same prince and mover eke, quod he,

      Hath stablisht, in this wretched world adoun,

      Certain of dayes and duration,

      To all that are engendred in this place,

      Over the which day they ne mow not pace,

      Al mow they yet the dayes well abrege.

      Ther nedeth non autoritee allege,

      For it is preved by experience,

      But that me lust declaren my sentence.

      Than may men by this ordre well discerne,

      That thilke Mover stable is and eterne;

      Wel may men knowen, but it be a fool,

      That every part deriveth from his hool;

      For Nature hath not taken his beginning

      Of no partie ne cantel of a thing,

      But of a thing that parfit is and stable,

      Descending so til it be corrumpable;

      And therefore of his wise purveyance

      He hath so wel beset his ordinance,

      That speces of thinges and progressions

      Shullen enduren by successions,

      And not eterne, withouten any lie;

      This maist thou understand, and seen at eye.

      Lo the oke, that hath so long a norishing

      Fro the time that it ginneth first to spring,

      And hath so long a lif, as ye may see,

      Yet at the laste wasted is the tree.

      Considereth eke how that the harde stone

      Under our feet, on which we trede and gone,

      It wasteth, as it lieth by the wey;

      The brode river sometime wexeth drey;

      The grete tounes see we wane and wende;

      Than may ye see that all thing hathe an ende.

      Of man and woman see we wel also,

      That nedes in on of the termes two,

      That is to sayn, in youthe, or elles age,

      He mote be ded, the king as shall a page;

      Som in his bed, som in the depe see,

      Som in the large feld, as ye may see:

      Ther helpeth nought, all goth that ilke wey;

      Than may I sayn, that alle thing mote dey.

      What maketh this but Jupiter the King,

      The which is prince and cause of alle thing,

      Converting alle unto his propre wille,

      From which it is derived, soth to telle?

      And here-againes no creature on live

      Of no degree availleth for to strive.

      Than is it wisdom, as it thinketh me,

      To maken vertue of necessite,

      And take it wel that we may not eschewe,

      And namely that to us all is dewe;

      And whoso, grutcheth ought he doth folie,

      And rebel is to him that all may gie.

      And certainly a man hath most honour

      To dien in his excellence and flour,

      Whan he is siker of his goode name;

      Than hath he don his frend ne him no shame;

      And glader ought his frend ben of his deth,

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