And in him felfe he lough right at the wo Suche fine hath, lo! this Troilus for love, In whiche that love up growith with your age, And of your hertes up caftith the visage You made, and thinkith al n'is but a faire, 1827 1834 This world that paffith fone, as flouris faire : 1841 And lovith him the whiche that right for love Upon a croffe, our foulis for to bey, Firft ftarfe and rofe, and fit in heven above, For he n'il falfin no wight, dare I fey, That wol his hert al wholly on him ley; 1848 Lo! here of Painims curfid oldè rites! Lo! here what al ther goddis maie availe! Lo! here this wretchid world'is appetites! Lo! here the fine and guerdon for travaile Of Jove, Apollo, Mars, and fuch rafkaile! Lo! here the forme of oldè clerk is fpeche In poetrie, if ye ther bokis feche! O, moral Gower! this Boke I directe And to the fothfaft Chrift, that starfe on rode, 1855 And to the Lorde right thus I fpeke and faie: 1862 Defende us in thy mercy everichone! So make us, Jefus, to thy mercy digne, Thus endeth the fifth boke and laft of Troilus. |