No More Learning

I. kythen my brutelnesse
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LE PLEINTIF

? Lo excussyou{n} of the maieste
? {a}t al purueyeth of his ryhtwysnesse
That same thinge fortune clepyn ye
Ye blynde beestys ful of lewednesse 68
The heuene hath p{ro}prete of sykyrnesse
This world hath eu{er} resteles trauayle
Thy laste day is ende of myn inter[e]sse
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LENUOY DE FORTUNE

? Prynses . I. prey yow of yowr{e} gentilesses
Lat nat this man on me thus crye {and} pleyne
And . I. shal quyte yow yowr{e} bysynesse
At my requeste as thre of yow or tweyne 76
? {a}t but yow lest releue hym of hys peyne
Preyeth hys best frend of his noblesse
That to som beter{e} estat he may attayne


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_CHAUCER'S TEXT ONLY_

The following section contains the text alone of Chaucer's translation
of _De Consolatione Philosophiae_, without the editor's annotations.
It is followed by the Glossarial Index.




LIBER PRIMUS.


INCIPIT LIBER BOICII DE CO{N}SOLAC{I}O{N}E PHILOSOPHIE.

Car{m}i{n}a qui q{u}onda{m} studio flore{n}te p{er}egi.

[Sidenote: [The fyrste Met{ur}.
]]

++Allas I wepyng am constreined to bygynne vers of sorouful matere.
? ? at whilom in florysching studie made delitable ditees. For loo
rendyng muses of poetes enditen to me ? inges to be writen. and drery
v{er}s of wrecchednes weten my face wi? v{er}ray teers. ? At ? e leest no
drede ne my? t[e] ouer-come ? o muses. ? at ? ei ne were{n} felawes {and}
folweden my wey.