Geoffrey Chaucer
Book I
1.
Troilus’s double sorrow for to tell,
he that was son of Priam King of Troy,
and how, in loving, his adventures fell
from grief to good, and after out of joy,
my purpose is, before I make envoy.
Tisiphone, do you help me, so I might
pen these sad lines, that weep now as I write.
2.
I call on you, goddess who does torment,
you cruel Fury, sorrowing ever in pain:
help me, who am the sorrowful instrument
who (as I can) help lovers to complain.
Since it is fitting, and truth I maintain,
for a dreary mate a woeful soul to grace,
and for a sorrowful tale a sorry face.
3.
For I, who the God of Love’s servants serve,
not daring to Love, in my inadequateness,
pray for success, though death I might deserve,
so far am I from his help in darkness.
But nevertheless, if this should bring gladness
to any lover, and his cause avail,
Love take my thanks, and mine be the travail.
4.
But you, lovers that bathe in gladness,
if any drop of pity is in you,
remember all your past heaviness
that you have felt, and how others knew
the same adversity: and think how, too,
you have felt Love dare to displease
if you have won him with too great an ease.
5.
And pray for those that may have been
in Troilus’s trouble, as you’ll later hear,
that love bring them solace in heaven:
and also, for me, pray to God so dear
that I might have the power to make clear
such pain and woe as Love’s folk endure
in Troilus’s unhappiest adventure.
6.
And also pray for those that have despaired
of love, and never can recover:
and also those by falsity impaired,
by wicked tongues, beloved one, or lover,
And so ask of God the benign mover,
to grant them soon to pass from this place,
that have despaired of Love’s grace.
7.
And also pray for those that are at ease,
that God might grant them to persevere,
and send them power their lovers to please,
that it might, for Love, be worship and a pleasure.
For that I hope will be my soul’s best measure:
to pray for those who Love’s servants be,
and write their woes, and live in charity.
8.
And so as to have, for them, compassion
as though I were their own brother dear,
now listen to me, with all good intention:
for now I’ll go straight to my matter, here,
in which you may the double-sorrows hear
of Troilus’s love of Cressid, she, by his side,
and how she forsook him before she died.
9.
It is well known how the Greeks, strong
in arms, with a thousand ships, went
there to Troy, and the city long
besieged, near ten years without stint,
and in diverse ways, and with sole intent,
to take revenge for the rape of Helen, done
by Paris, they strove there as one.
10.
Now it fell out that in the town there was
living a lord, of great authority,
a powerful priest who was named Calchas,
in science a man so expert that he
knew well that Troy would fall utterly,
by the answer of his god that was called thus:
Dan Phoebus or Apollo Delphicus.
11.
So when this Calchas knew by his divining,
and also by answer from this Apollo,
that the Greeks would such a host bring
that, through it, Troy must be brought low,
he planned out of the town to go.
For he well knew by prophecy Troy would
be destroyed, whether or not it should.
12.
For which purpose to depart quietly
was the clear intent of this far-seeing man,
and to the Greek host, most carefully
he stole away: and they with courteous hand
gave him both worship and service, and
trusted that he had cunning in his head
for every peril they might have to dread.
13.
A noise rose up when this was first spied,
through all the town, and generally was spoken,
that Calchas was fled as a traitor and allied
with them of Greece: and vengeful thoughts were woken
against him who had so falsely his faith broken:
and it was said: ‘He and all his kin, as one,
are worthy to be burnt, skin and bone.
14.
Now Calchas had left behind, in this mischance,
all ignorant of this false and wicked deed,
his daughter, who was doing great penance:
for she was truly in fear of her life, indeed,
like one that does not know what advice to heed,
for she was both a widow and alone,
without a friend to whom she dared to moan.
15.
Cressida was the name this lady owned:
and to my mind, in all of Troy’s city
none was as fair, surpassing everyone.
So angelic was her native beauty,
that like a thing immortal seemed she,
as does a heavenly and perfect creature
sent down here to put to shame our nature.
16.
This lady that all day heard in her ears
her father’s shame, his falsity and treason,
nearly out of her wits with sorrows and fears,
in her full widow’s habit of silken brown,
before Hector on her knees she fell down,
and with a piteous voice, tenderly weeping,
asked mercy of him, her own pardon seeking.
17.
Now this Hector was full of pity by nature,
and saw that she was distressed by sorrow,
and that she was so fair a creature.
Out of his goodness he cheered her now
and said: ‘Let your father’s treason go
with all mischance: and you yourself in joy
live, while you wish, here with us in Troy.
18.
And all the honour that men have as yet
done you, as fully as when your father was here,
you shall have, and your body shall men protect,
in so far as I can enquire or hear.’
And she thanked him humbly, full of cheer,
and would have all the more, if it had been his will,
and took her leave, and home, and held her still.
19.
And in her house she lived with such company
as her honour obliged her to uphold:
and while she was dwelling in that city
kept her estate, and both of young and old
was well beloved, and well, of her, men told,
but whether she had children then or no,
I have not read, therefore I let it go.
20.
Things fell out as they do in war’s affair,
between those of Troy and the Greeks, oft:
for some days the men of Troy it cost dear,
and often the Greeks found nothing soft
about Troy’s folk. And so Fortune up aloft,
and down beneath, began to wheel them both
after their course, while they were still wrath.
21.
But how this town came to destruction
it falls not within my purpose to tell:
for it would be here a long digression
from my matter, and delay you too long as well.
But the Trojan exploits as they fell
out, in Homer, Dares, or Dictys, might
whosoever read them, as they write.
22.
But though the Greeks them of Troy shut in,
and besieged their city all about,
they would not leave off their old religion,
so as to honour their gods, being truly devout:
but foremost in honour, without doubt,
they had a relic, called the Palladion,
that they trusted beyond all other ones.
23.
And so it befell, when there came the time
of April when the meadow was spread
with new green (of lusty Ver the prime)
and sweet smelling flowers, white and red,
in sundry ways worshipped (as I have read)
the folk of Troy, in their observance old,
and used Palladion’s feast to hold.
24.
And to the temple, with best garments on,
many went in a crowd to the rite,
to hear the service for Palladion:
And in particular many a lusty knight,
many a lady fresh, and maiden bright,
full well arrayed, the highest and the least,
yea, both for the season and the feast.
25.
Among these other folk was Cressida
in widow’s habit black: but nonetheless,
just as our first letteris now an ‘A’,
in beauty first, so stood she matchless.
Her good looks gladdened all the press.
Never was seen a thing praised so far,
nor, under black cloud, so bright a star,
26.
as Cressid was, as folk said, everyone,
that beheld her in her black dress:
and yet she stood humbly and still alone,
behind other folk, in little space or less,
and near the door, ever in shame’s distress,
simple in clothing, with an air of cheer,
with a confident look and manner.
27.
This Troilus, used, as he was, to guide
his young knights, led them up and down,
through that large temple, on every side,
beholding all the ladies of the town,
now here, now there, for he owned
no task that might rob him of his rest,
but began to say whom he liked least or best.
28.
And in his walk he soon began to watch
if knight or squire of his company
began to sigh or let his eyes catch
on any woman that he could see.
He would smile and hold it as a folly,
and say to him: ‘God knows, she sleeps softly,
free of love for you, while you turn endlessly.
29.
I have heard tell, by God, of your way of living,
you lovers, and your mad observance,
and such labour as folk have in the winning
of love: and in the keeping, what grievance:
and when your prey is lost, woe and penance.
O very foolish, weak and blind you be:
there is not one who warned by another can be.’
30.
And with that word he began to wrinkle his brow,
as if to say: ‘Lo, is this not wisely spoken?’
At which the god of Love showed anger’s token,
ready with spite, set on revenge, all woken.
He showed at once his bow had not been broken:
for suddenly he hit him, through and through:
who can pluck as proud a peacock as him too.
31.
O blind world! O blind intention!
How often all the effect falls contraire
of arrogance and foul presumption:
for caught are the proud, and the debonair.
This Troilus has climbed up the stair,
and little knows he must again descend.
But, every day, things that fools trust in end:
32.
as proud Bayard begins to shy and skip
from the right course ( perked up by his corn),
till he receives a lash from the long whip:
then he thinks ‘Though I prance before,
all others, first in the traces, fat and newly-shorn,
yet I am but a horse, and a horse’s law
I must endure, and with my fellows draw.’
33.
So fared it with this fierce and proud knight
though he a worthy king’s son were,
and thought nothing had ever had such might
against his will, so as his heart to stir,
yet with a look his heart had taken fire,
that he, but now, who was most in pride above,
suddenly was most subject unto love.
34.
Thereby take example of this man,
you wise, proud and worthy folks all,
to scorn Love, which so soon can
the freedom of your hearts take in thrall
For ever it was, and ever it shall befall,
that Love is he that all things may bind,
for no man may undo the law of kind.
35.
That this be true is proven, and true yet:
for this I mind you know, all or some.
Men do not think folk can have greater wit
than they whom Love has most overcome,
and strongest folk are with it stunned,
the worthiest and greatest of degree:
this was and is, and still men shall it see.
36.
And truly it is fitting it be so,
for the very wisest have with it been pleased:
for they that have been foremost in woe
with love have been comforted most, and eased.
And often it has the cruel heart appeased,
and worthy folk made worthier of name,
and causes most to dread vice and shame.
37.
Now since it may not be well withstood,
and is a thing so virtuous, of its kind,
do not refuse to be bound by Love,
since as he pleases he may you bind.
The branch is best that can bend and be entwined,
than that that breaks: and so with you I plead
to follow him that so well can you lead.
38.
But to go on telling, in more detail,
of this king’s son of whom I told,
and let other things be collateral:
of him I mean my tale to unfold,
both of his joy and of his cares cold:
and all his work as touching on this matter,
since I began it I’ll thereto refer.
39.
Within the temple he went him forth, toying,
this Troilus, with everyone about,
on this lady and now on that looking,
whether she were of the town or without:
and it fell by chance that through a crowd
his eye pierced, and so deep it strayed
that on Cressid it smote, and there it stayed.
40.
And suddenly he found himself marvelling,
and began to look more closely with careful eye.
‘O mercy, God’: thought he, ‘where were you living,
that are so fair and goodly to describe?’
Therewith his heart began to spread and rise,
and he soft sighed, lest him men might hear,
and caught again at his first look of cheer.
41.
She was not among the least for stature,
but all her limbs so well answering
to womanhood, that no creature
was ever less mannish in seeming:
and the pure air of her being
showed well that men in her might guess
honour, estate, and womanly nobleness.
42.
To Troilus, right wondrously, all in all,
her being begins to please, her looks appear
somewhat disdainful, for she lets fall
her glance a little aside in such manner,
as if to say: ‘What may I not stand here?’
And after that her face fills with light,
that he never thought to see so good a sight.
43.
And from her look, in him there grew the quick
of such great desire and such affection,
that in his heart’s bottom began to stick
of her his fixed and deep impression:
And though before he had gazed up and down,
he was glad now his horns in to shrink:
he hardly knew how to look or wink.
44.
Lo, he that declared himself so cunning,
and scorned those that love’s pains drive,
was full unaware that Love had his dwelling
within the subtle streams of her eyes,
that suddenly he thought he felt dying
straight, with her look, the spirit in his heart.
Blessed be Love, that can folk so convert!
45.
She, this one in black, pleasing to Troilus,
above all things he stood to behold:
of neither his desire, nor why he stood thus,
did he show a sign, or by a word told,
bur from afar, the same aspect to hold,
on other things his look he sometimes cast
and again on her, while ceremonies last.
46.
And after this, not completely bested,
out of the temple all easily he went,
repenting him that he had ever jested
at Love’s folk, lest, fully, the descent
of scorn fell on himself: but what it meant,
lest it were known on every side,
his woe he began to dissimulate and hide.
47.
When he was from the temple so departed
he straight away to his palace turns,
right with her look pierced through, and through-darted,
feigning that all in joy he sojourns:
and all his looks and speech hide his concerns,
and also, from Love’s servants all the while,
to mask himself, at them he began to smile.
48.
And said: ‘Lord! You all live in such delight,
you lovers: for the most cunning of you, in it,
that serves most attentively and serves aright
has harm from it as often as he has profit:
you are repaid again, yea, and God knows it!
Not well for well, but scorn for good service:
in faith, your order is ruled in good wise!
49.
In unsure outcome lie all your attentions,
except in some small points where you strive,
and nothing asks for such devotions
as your faith does, and that know all alive.
But that is not the worst, as I hope to thrive:
but if I told you the worst point I believe,
though I spoke truth, you would at me grieve.
50.
But take this: what you lovers often eschew,
or else do with good intention,
often your lady will it misconstrue
and call it harm, in her opinion:
And yet if she for other reason
be angered, she will soon complain to you,
Lord! Well is him that might be of your crew.’
51.
But for all this, when he could he chose his time
to hold his peace, no other point being gained.
For love began his feathers so to lime,
that scarcely to his own folk he feigned
that other busy needs him detained.
For woe was him: he knew not what to do,
but told his folk, wherever they wished, to go.
52.
And when he was in his chamber alone,
down upon the bed’s foot he took his seat,
and first he began to sigh, and often groan,
and thought on her like this so without cease,
so that as he sat awake his spirit dreamed
that he saw her in the temple, and the same
true manner of her look, and began again.
53.
So he began to make a mirror of his mind,
in which he saw all wholly her figure:
and so that he could well in his heart find
that it was to him a right true venture
to love such a one, and, dutiful what’s more
in serving her, he might still win her grace,
or else hold one of her servants’ place.
54.
Imagining that labour nor pain
might ever for so good a one be lost
as she, nor himself, for his desire, be shamed,
if all were known, but valued and borne
above all lovers more so than before:
so he argued in his beginning,
all unaware of his woe coming.
55.
So he purposed love’s craft to pursue,
and thought that he would work most secretly,
first to hide his desire, closely mewed,
from every person born, and completely,
unless he might gain anything thereby:
remembering that love too widely blown
yields bitter fruit, though sweet seed be sown.
56.
And over all of this yet more he thought
what to speak of, and what to hold in,
and what might urge her to love he sought,
and with a song at once to begin,
and began aloud, himself out of sorrow to win.
For, with good hope, he gave his full assent
to loving Cressid, and nothing to repent.
57.
And of his song not only the sense,
as my author wrote, named Lollius,
but plainly, save our tongue’s difference,
I dare say truly all that Troilus
said in his song, lo! every word thus
as I shall say it: and who might wish can hear,
lo! in the next verse he can find it here.
58.
‘If no love is, O God, what feel I so?
And if love is, what thing and which is he?
If love be good, from whence comes my woe?
If it be evil, a wonder, thinketh me,
when every torment and adversity
that comes of it seems savoury I think,
for I ever thirst the more the more I drink.
59.
And if for my own pleasure I burn,
whence comes my wailing and complaint?
If harm delights me, why complain then?
I know not why, unwearied, I still faint.
O living death, O sweet harm strangely meant,
how, in me, are you there in such quantity,
unless I consent that so it be?
60.
And if I so consent, I wrongfully
complain, indeed: buffeted to and fro,
all rudderless within a boat am I
amid the sea, between winds two
that against each other always blow.
Alas! What is this wondrous malady?
Through heat of cold, through cold of heat I die.’
61.
And to the god of Love thus said he
with piteous voice: ‘O lord, now yours is
my spirit, which ought yours to be.
I thank you, lord, that have brought me to this:
but whether goddess or woman, she is
I know not, that you cause me to serve,
but as her man I will ever live and love.
62.
You stand in her eyes so mightily,
as in a place worthy of your line,
and so, lord, if my service or I
may please you, so be to me benign:
For my royal estate I here resign
into her hand, and full of humble cheer
become her man, as to my lady dear.
63.
In him, never deigning to spare blood royal,
the fire of love, saved from which God me bless,
spared him not in any degree, for all
his virtue and his excellent prowess:
but held him as his slave in low distress
and burned him so, in various ways, anew,
that sixty times a day he lost his hue.
64.
So much, day by day, his own thought,
for lust of her, began to quicken and increase,
that every other charge he set at nought:
Therefore often, his hot fire to cease,
to see her goodly looks he began to press:
for to be eased thereby he truly yearned,
and ever the nearer he was, the more he burned.
65.
For ever the nearer the fire, the hotter it is:
this, I think, know all this company.
But were he far or near, I dare say this,
by night or day, for wisdom or folly,
his heart, that is his breast’s eye,
was ever on her, that fairer was when seen
than ever Helen was, or Polyxene.
66.
Ever of the day there passed not an hour
but that to himself a thousand times he said:
‘Good goodly one, whom I serve for and labour
as best I can, now, would to God, Cressid,
you might take pity on me before I am dead.
My dear heart, alas! my health, my beauty,
my life is lost lest you take pity on me.’
67.
All other fears were from him fled,
both of the siege and his own salvation,
in him desire no other offspring bred
but arguments to this conclusion,
that she on him would have compassion,
and he to be her man while he might endure:
lo! such his life, and from his death the cure.
68.
The sharp fatal showers, that their arms proved,
which Hector and his other brethren showed
were not to make him even once moved:
and yet was he, wherever men walked or rode,
one of the best, and longest time abode,
where peril was, and ever took such trouble
in arms, that to think of it was a marvel.
69.
But no hatred of the Greeks he had,
nor any rescue of the town,
made him, there in arms, battle-mad,
but only, lo, this one reason,
to please her better through his renown:
From day to day in arms he so sped,
that all the Greeks, like death, did him dread.
70.
And henceforth, as love deprived him of sleep,
and made his food his foe, and as his sorrow
began to multiply, so that to whoever might keep
a watch, it showed in his hue, eve and morrow,
therefore the name he began to borrow
of another sickness, lest, of him, men learned
that the hot fire of love him burned.
71.
And said he had a fever and fared amiss:
but how it was, I cannot truly say,
whether his lady understood not this,
or feigned she did not, either way,
I think that not for a single day
it seemed did she consider what he sought,
nor his pain, nor whatsoever he thought.
72.
But then fell to this Troilus such woe,
that he was almost mad: for ever his dread
was this, that she had loved some man so
that she would never of him take any heed:
for thought of which he felt his heart bleed.
Nor of his woe dared he begin
to tell, for a whole world to win.
73.
But when he had a space from his care,
he began, like this, to himself to complain:
he said: ‘O fool, you are now in the snare,
who formerly mocked at love’s pain:
now you are caught, now gnaw at your own chain:
you were accustomed each lover to reprehend
for that from which you cannot yourself defend.
74.
What will every lover now say of thee
if this be known, but ever in your absence
laugh in scorn and say: “Lo, there goes he
that is the man of such great sapience,
that held us lovers least in reverence:
now, thanks be to God, he may go in the dance
of those that Love moves feebly to advance.
75.
But O, you woeful Troilus, if only God would,
since you must love because of your destiny,
set your heart on such a one that should
see all your woe: even though she lacked pity:
but all so cold in love towards thee
your lady is as frost in winter moon,
and you consumed, as snow in fire is, soon.”
76.
Would God I were arrived in that port
of death, to which my sorrow will me lead!
Ah, lord, to me it would be a great comfort:
then I’d be done languishing in fear indeed
for if my hidden sorrow blows on the breeze
I shall be mocked a thousand times
more than that fool whose folly men tell in rhymes.
77.
But now help me God, and you sweet, for whom
I moan, caught, yea, never a man so fast.
O mercy, dear heart, and help me from
death: for I, while my life may last,
more than myself will love you to the last.
And with some friendly look, gladden me, sweet,
though with never another promise me you greet.’
78.
These words, and full many another too,
he spoke, and called ever in his complaint
her name, so as to tell her his woe,
till he near drowned in salt tears, faint.
All for nothing, she did not hear his plaint:
and when he thought about that folly
a thousand-fold his woe began to multiply.
79.
Bewailing in his chamber thus alone,
a friend of his, that was named Pandarus,
came in unnoticed and heard him groan,
and saw his friend in such care and distress.
‘Alas!’ he said, ‘what has caused all this?
O mercy, God! What mishap may this mean?
Have the Greeks made you so, ill and lean?
80.
Or have you some remorse of conscience,
and have now fallen into some devotion,
and wail for your sin and your offence,
and have, through fear, caught contrition?
God save them that have besieged our town
and can so send our jollity amiss,
and bring our lusty folk to holiness!’
81.
These words he said, and that was all,
so that he might him angry make,
and with anger down his sorrow might fall,
for the time being, and his courage wake.
But well he knew, as far as tongues spoke,
there never was a man of greater hardiness
than him, or one who more desired worthiness.
82
‘What chance,’ said Troilus, ‘or what venture
has led you to see my languishing,
because I am refused by every creature?
But for the love of God, at my crying,
go hence away: for certainly my dying
will distress you, and I needs must die:
therefore go now, there is no more to say.
83.
But if you think that I am sick for dread,
it is not so, and therefore scorn not:
there is something of which I take heed
more than anything the Greeks have wrought,
which is my cause of death, for sorrow and thought.
But though of its secret I do not now divest,
do not be angered. I hide it for the best.’
84.
This Pandarus, nearly melted from pity and ruth,
often repeated: ‘Alas! what may this be?
Now friend,’ he said, ‘if ever love or truth
has been, or is, between you and me,
never do me such a cruelty
to hide from your friend such great distress
do you not know that it is I, Pandarus?
85.
I will share with you all your pain,
if it be that I can do you no comfort,
as is a friend’s right, truth to say,
to share woe just as to happiness support.
I have and shall, through true or false report,
in wrong and right, loved you all my life.
Hide not your woe from me: tell it outright.
86.
Then began this sorrowful Troilus to sigh,
and he said thus: ‘God grant it is for the best
to tell it you: since it is as you like,
I will tell it, though my heart should burst:
and I well know you cannot give me rest.
But lest you think I do not trust in thee,
now listen, friend, for thus it stands with me.
87.
Love, against which whosoever defends
himself most, him least of all avails,
with despair so sorrowful me offends,
that straight unto death my heart sails.
And desire so burningly me assails,
that to be slain would be a greater joy
to me than to be king of Greece or Troy.
88.
Let this suffice, my true friend Pandarus,
that I have said, for now you know my woe:
And, for the love of God, my cold sadness,
hide it well, I tell it to no one more.
For harms might follow, more than two,
if it were known: but be you in gladness,
and let me die, unknown by my distress.’
89.
‘How have you thus, unkindly and so long
hid this from me, you fool?’ said Pandarus:
Perhaps, it may be, you after someone long,
so that my advice now might be help to us.’
‘This were a wondrous thing,’ said Troilus:
‘You could never in love your self do this:
how the devil can you bring me to bliss?’
90.
‘Yea, Troilus, now listen,’ said Pandarus,
‘fool though I be: it often happens so,
that one who through excess does evil fare
by good counsel can keep his friend from woe.
I have myself often seen a blind man go
where one fell down who could look clear and wide:
so a fool may often be a wise man’s guide.
91.
A whetstone is no carving instrument,
and yet it makes sharp carving tools:
and where you see my time has been misspent
avoid you that, as though ’twere taught in schools.
So, often wise men have been warned by fools.
If you do so, your wit’s made well aware
that by its contrary is everything declared.
92.
For how might sweetness ever have been known
to him that never tasted bitterness?
No man may be inwardly glad, I own,
that never was in sorrow or some distress.
Ever white by black, and shame by worthiness,
each set by the other, more so seem,
as men may see: and so the wise deem.
93.
Since this, of two contraries, is the law,
grievances, ought to be able, all the more,
to counsel you in those that you confound,
and you ought never to with ill abound
if I desire with you to share
your heavy charge: it will be less to bear!
94.
I know well that it is with me
as when, to your brother Paris, a shepherdess
who was named Oenone,
wrote in complaining of her wretchedness.
You saw the letter that she wrote, I guess.’
‘No, never yet, indeed,’ said Troilus.
‘Now,’ said Pandarus, ‘listen: it was thus:
95.
“Phoebus, that first found the art of medicine,”
she wrote, “and could find, for each one’s care,
remedy, and aid by herbs he was knowing in:
yet to himself his cunning was impaired:
for love had him so bound in a snare,
all for the daughter of the King Admete,
that all his craft could not his sorrow beat.”
96.
‘Right so, I am, unhappily for me:
I love one best, and that afflicts me sore.
And yet perhaps I can give aid to thee,
if not myself: reproach me no more.
I have no cause I know it well to soar
as a hawk does that has a mind to play:
but for your help still something I can say.
97.
And of one thing right sure you can be,
that even though I die in torture’s pain,
I indeed shall never betray thee.
No, by my troth, I do not intend
to keep your from your love, though it were Helen,
who is your brother’s wife, if I should know it is.
Let her be who she be, and love her as you wish.
98.
Therefore of my friendship be full assured,
and tell me plainly what is your end
and the final cause of woe that you endure:
for, do not doubt, what I intend
is not in any way to reprehend
you, in so speaking, since no one can part
a man from love unless that’s in his heart.
99.
And know well that both of these are vices –
to mistrust all, or else offer all love, -
but I know that the mean of both no vice is,
since to trust some people is to prove
one’s truth, and for you I would remove
your wrong belief, and make you trust that there is
one you can tell your woe to: and tell me if you wish.
100.
The wise man says: “Woe to him who is alone,
since, if he falls, he has no help to rise.”
But since you have a friend, tell your moan.
For it is not the easiest way to my eyes
to win love, so they teach us, the wise,
to wallow and weep like Niobe the queen,
whose tears can yet in marble still be seen.
101.
Let be your weeping and your dreariness,
and let us lessen woe by other speech:
so may your woeful time seem the less:
delight not in woe your woe to seek,
as do those fools that their sorrows increase
with sorrow, when they meet misadventure,
and do not wish to find another cure.
102.
Men say: “To wretchedness it is consolation
to see another fellow in his pain.”
That ought well to be our opinion,
since both you and I of love complain.
So full of sorrow am I, truth to say,
that certainly no more hard misfortune
can sit on me, because there is no space.
103.