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作者:管他三七二十一      更新:2024-01-16 22:39      字数:9322
  Confessio Amantis
  or
  Tales of the Seven Deadly Sins
  By John Gower; 1330…1408 A。D。
  Prologus
  Torpor; ebes sensus; scola parua labor minimusque
  Causant quo minimus ipse minora canam:
  Qua tamen Engisti lingua canit Insula Bruti
  Anglica Carmente metra iuuante loquar。
  Ossibus ergo carens que conterit ossa loquelis
  Absit; et interpres stet procul oro malus。
  Of hem that writen ous tofore
  The bokes duelle; and we therfore
  Ben tawht of that was write tho:
  Forthi good is that we also
  In oure tyme among ous hiere
  Do wryte of newe som matiere;
  Essampled of these olde wyse
  So that it myhte in such a wyse;
  Whan we ben dede and elleswhere;
  Beleve to the worldes eere   10
  In tyme comende after this。
  Bot for men sein; and soth it is;
  That who that al of wisdom writ
  It dulleth ofte a mannes wit
  To him that schal it aldai rede;
  For thilke cause; if that ye rede;
  I wolde go the middel weie
  And wryte a bok betwen the tweie;
  Somwhat of lust; somewhat of lore;
  That of the lasse or of the more   20
  Som man mai lyke of that I wryte:
  And for that fewe men endite
  In oure englissh; I thenke make
  A bok for Engelondes sake;
  The yer sextenthe of kyng Richard。
  What schal befalle hierafterward
  God wot; for now upon this tyde
  Men se the world on every syde
  In sondry wyse so diversed;
  That it welnyh stant al reversed;   30
  As forto speke of tyme ago。
  The cause whi it changeth so
  It needeth nought to specifie;
  The thing so open is at ije
  That every man it mai beholde:
  And natheles be daies olde;
  Whan that the bokes weren levere;
  Wrytinge was beloved evere
  Of hem that weren vertuous;
  For hier in erthe amonges ous;   40
  If noman write hou that it stode;
  The pris of hem that weren goode
  Scholde; as who seith; a gret partie
  Be lost: so for to magnifie
  The worthi princes that tho were;
  The bokes schewen hiere and there;
  Wherof the world ensampled is;
  And tho that deden thanne amis
  Thurgh tirannie and crualte;
  Right as thei stoden in degre;   50
  So was the wrytinge of here werk。
  Thus I; which am a burel clerk;
  Purpose forto wryte a bok
  After the world that whilom tok
  Long tyme in olde daies passed:
  Bot for men sein it is now lassed;
  In worse plit than it was tho;
  I thenke forto touche also
  The world which neweth every dai;
  So as I can; so as I mai。   60
  Thogh I seknesse have upon honde
  And longe have had; yit woll I fonde
  To wryte and do my bisinesse;
  That in som part; so as I gesse;
  The wyse man mai ben avised。
  For this prologe is so assised
  That it to wisdom al belongeth:
  What wysman that it underfongeth;
  He schal drawe into remembrance
  The fortune of this worldes chance;   70
  The which noman in his persone
  Mai knowe; bot the god al one。
  Whan the prologe is so despended;
  This bok schal afterward ben ended
  Of love; which doth many a wonder
  And many a wys man hath put under。
  And in this wyse I thenke trete
  Towardes hem that now be grete;
  Betwen the vertu and the vice
  Which longeth unto this office。   80
  Bot for my wittes ben to smale
  To tellen every man his tale;
  This bok; upon amendment
  To stonde at his commandement;
  With whom myn herte is of accord;
  I sende unto myn oghne lord;
  Which of Lancastre is Henri named:
  The hyhe god him hath proclamed
  Ful of knyhthode and alle grace。
  So woll I now this werk embrace   90
  With hol trust and with hol believe;
  God grante I mot it wel achieve。
  If I schal drawe in to my mynde
  The tyme passed; thanne I fynde
  The world stod thanne in al his welthe:
  Tho was the lif of man in helthe;
  Tho was plente; tho was richesse;
  Tho was the fortune of prouesse;
  Tho was knyhthode in pris be name;
  Wherof the wyde worldes fame   100
  Write in Cronique is yit withholde;
  Justice of lawe tho was holde;
  The privilege of regalie
  Was sauf; and al the baronie
  Worschiped was in his astat;
  The citees knewen no debat;
  The poeple stod in obeissance
  Under the reule of governance;
  And pes; which ryhtwisnesse keste;
  With charite tho stod in reste:   110
  Of mannes herte the corage
  Was schewed thanne in the visage;
  The word was lich to the conceite
  Withoute semblant of deceite:
  Tho was ther unenvied love;
  Tho was the vertu sett above
  And vice was put under fote。
  Now stant the crop under the rote;
  The world is changed overal;
  And therof most in special   120
  That love is falle into discord。
  And that I take to record
  Of every lond for his partie
  The comun vois; which mai noght lie;
  Noght upon on; bot upon alle
  It is that men now clepe and calle;
  And sein the regnes ben divided;
  In stede of love is hate guided;
  The werre wol no pes purchace;
  And lawe hath take hire double face;   130
  So that justice out of the weie
  With ryhtwisnesse is gon aweie:
  And thus to loke on every halve;
  Men sen the sor withoute salve;
  Which al the world hath overtake。
  Ther is no regne of alle outtake;
  For every climat hath his diel
  After the tornynge of the whiel;
  Which blinde fortune overthroweth;
  Wherof the certain noman knoweth:   140
  The hevene wot what is to done;
  Bot we that duelle under the mone
  Stonde in this world upon a weer;
  And namely bot the pouer
  Of hem that ben the worldes guides
  With good consail on alle sides
  Be kept upriht in such a wyse;
  That hate breke noght thassise
  Of love; which is al the chief
  To kepe a regne out of meschief。   150
  For alle resoun wolde this;
  That unto him which the heved is
  The membres buxom scholden bowe;
  And he scholde ek her trowthe allowe;
  With al his herte and make hem chiere;
  For good consail is good to hiere。
  Althogh a man be wys himselve;
  Yit is the wisdom more of tuelve;
  And if thei stoden bothe in on;
  To hope it were thanne anon   160
  That god his grace wolde sende
  To make of thilke werre an ende;
  Which every day now groweth newe:
  And that is gretly forto rewe
  In special for Cristes sake;
  Which wolde his oghne lif forsake
  Among the men to yeve pes。
  But now men tellen natheles
  That love is fro the world departed;
  So stant the pes unevene parted   170
  With hem that liven now adaies。
  Bot forto loke at alle assaies;
  To him that wolde resoun seche
  After the comun worldes speche
  It is to wondre of thilke werre;
  In which non wot who hath the werre;
  For every lond himself deceyveth
  And of desese his part receyveth;
  And yet ne take men no kepe。
  Bot thilke lord which al may kepe;   180
  To whom no consail may ben hid;
  Upon the world which is betid;
  Amende that wherof men pleigne
  With trewe hertes and with pleine;
  And reconcile love ayeyn;
  As he which is king sovereign
  Of al the worldes governaunce;
  And of his hyhe porveaunce
  Afferme pes betwen the londes
  And take her cause into hise hondes;   190
  So that the world may stonde apppesed
  And his godhede also be plesed。
  To thenke upon the daies olde;
  The lif of clerkes to beholde;
  Men sein how that thei weren tho
  Ensample and reule of alle tho
  Whiche of wisdom the vertu soughten。
  Unto the god ferst thei besoughten
  As to the substaunce of her Scole;
  That thei ne scholden noght befole   200
  Her wit upon none erthly werkes;
  Which were ayein thestat of clerkes;
  And that thei myhten fle the vice
  Which Simon hath in his office;
  Wherof he takth the gold in honde。
  For thilke tyme I understonde
  The Lumbard made non eschange
  The bisschopriches forto change;
  Ne yet a lettre for to sende
  For dignite ne for Provende;   210
  Or cured or withoute cure。
  The cherche keye in aventure
  Of armes and of brygantaille
  Stod nothing thanne upon bataille;
  To fyhte or for to make cheste
  It thoghte hem thanne noght honeste;
  Bot of simplesce and pacience
  Thei maden thanne no defence:
  The Court of worldly regalie
  To hem was thanne no baillie;   220
  The vein honour was noght desired;
  Which hath the proude herte fyred;
  Humilite was tho withholde;
  And Pride was a vice holde。
  Of holy cherche the largesse
  Yaf thanne and dede gret almesse
  To povere men that hadden nede:
  Thei were ek chaste in word and dede;
  Wherof the poeple ensample tok;
  Her lust was al upon the bok;   230
  Or forto preche or forto preie;
  To wisse men the ryhte weie
  Of suche as stode of trowthe unliered。
  Lo; thus was Petres barge stiered
  Of hem that thilke tyme were;
  And thus cam ferst to mannes Ere
  The feith of Crist and alle goode
  Thurgh hem that thanne weren goode
  And sobre and chaste and large and wyse。
  Bot now men sein is otherwise;   240
  Simon the cause hath undertake;
  The worldes swerd on honde is take;
  And that is wonder natheles;
  Whan Crist him self hath bode pes
  And set it in his testament;
  How now that holy cherche is went;
  Of that here lawe positif
  Hath set to make werre and strif
  For worldes good; which may noght laste。
  God wot the cause to the laste   250
  Of every right and wrong also;
  But whil the lawe is reuled so
  That clerkes to the werre entende;
  I not how that thei scholde amende
  The woful world in othre thinges;
  To make pes betwen the kynges
  After the lawe of charite;
  Which is the propre duete
  Belongende unto the presthode。
  Bot as it thenkth to the manhode;   260
  The hevene is ferr; the world is nyh;
  And veine gloire is ek so slyh;
  Which coveitise hath now withholde;
  That thei non other thing beholde;
  Bot only that thei myhten winne。
  And thus the werres thei beginne