The Poetical Works of John Skelton, Volume 1 (of 2)Skelton, John
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The Poetical Works of John Skelton, Volume 1 (of 2)
Skelton, John
English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700
It is written, that one were better haue his house in
deserte, whereas no mencion shoulde be of hym, thenne to bide with suche
wyues, for they be replete with all cursednes. And the pore foole breketh
his hearte; he loseth his soule, and corrompeth his body. He selleth
his youth vnto the olde wife that weddeth her for auaryce, and hath but
noyse and discention, in vsyng his lyfe thus in synne. Consydre, you
fooles, what seruytude ye put your self in, when ye wedde such wyues. I
pray you be chast, if that ye wyl lyue without vnhap. My frends, whiche
be not in that bande, put you not therin, and yee shalbe well happy.
Notwithstanding, I defende you not to mary, but I exhorte you to take
a wyfe that ye may haue progeny by, and solace bodely and gostly, and
thereby to wyn the ioyes of Paradyse.
OF ENUYE, THE SECONDE FOOLE.
Approche, you folyshe enuyous, the which can say no good by them that
ye hate, come and se in this booke youre peruerse and euyll condycions.
O Enuy, that deuoureth the condycions of men, and dyssypers of honour!
Thou makest to haue rauisshynge heartes famyshed; thou brennest the
desyres, and sleeth the soule in the ende; thou engendrest the darte
enuyronned with mischefe, that whiche traueyleth diuers folkes. Cursed
foole, howe haste thou thy heart so replete with cruelte? for, if I haue
temporall goodes, thou wilte haue enuye therat; or, if that I can worke
well, and that I apply mee vnto dyuers thynges the whiche be honest,
or if that I haue castels, landes, and tenementes, or if that I am
exalted vnto honoure by my science, or won it by my hardynes truely and
iustlye, or if that I am beloued of dyuers persons whiche reclaymeth mee
good and vertuous and of a noble courage, thou wylt vilepende me with
thy wordes: thou wottest neuer in what maner thou mayst adnychell mine
honour. Thy malicious hert is hurt with a mortall wounde, in such wise
that thou haste no ioye nor solace in this world, for the darte of Enuye
perceth thy herte lyke a spere. Thou hast wylde lycoure, the whiche
maketh all thy stomacke to be on a flambe. There is no medicyne that
maye hele thy mortall wounde. I, beynge in a place where as myne honoure
was magnyfyed, thoughte for to haue taken alyaunce with an odyfferaunt
floure, but all sodaynely I was smyten with a darte of Enuye behinde my
backe, wherthroughe all tho that were on my partye turned theyr backes
vpon me, for to agree to one of Venus dissolate seruauntes, procedynge
frome a hearte enuenymed with enuye. Wherfore I shall specyfye vnto you
the condycyons of the enuyous. Who that holdeth hym of the subgectes of
Enuye, she constytueth to deuoure and byte euery bodye; gyuynge vnhappes
and myseryes vnto her seruauntes. Suche folkes doth the innocente a
thousande wronges. They be replenysshed with so many treasons, that they
can not slepe in theyr beddes; they haue no swete cantycles nor songes.
They haue theyr tonges honyed with swete words vnder the coloure of loue;
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