The firste stock-father of gentleness,
What man desireth gentle for to be,
Must follow his trace, and all his wittes dress,
Virtue to love, and vices for to flee;
For unto virtue longeth dignity,
And not the reverse, safely dare I deem,
All wear he mitre, crown, or diademe.
This firste stock was full of righteousness,
True of his word, sober, pious, and free,
Clean of his ghost, and loved business,
Against the vice of sloth, in honesty;
And, but his heir love virtue as did he,
He is not gentle, though he riche seem,
All wear he mitre, crown, or diademe.
Vice may well be heir to old richess,
But there may no man, as men may well see,
Bequeath his heir his virtuous nobless;
That is appropried to no degree,
But to the first Father in majesty,
Which makes his heire him that doth him queme,
All wear he mitre, crown, or diademe.
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an interesting form
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Very thought provoking. Reading chaucer is a delight. This is the first by Chaucer I am reading and it removes some of my fears in being able to read his stuff. I'll read more now.
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Something that many could still read to think about today.
Not all that looks gentle, is in fact not as it seems, as what looks rough can in fact be very gentle.
All wear he mitre, crown, or diademe.
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