| The ministre and the norice unto vices, |
| Which that men clepe in Englissh Ydelnesse, |
| That porter of the gate is of delices, |
| To eschue, and by hire contrarie hire oppresse -- |
| 5 | That is to seyn, by leveful bisynesse -- |
| Wel oghten we to doon al oure entente, |
| Lest that the feend thurgh ydelnesse us hente. |
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| For he that with his thousand cordes slye |
| Continuelly us waiteth to biclappe, |
| 10 | Whan he may man in ydelnesse espye, |
| He kan so lightly cache hym in his trappe, |
| Til that a man be hent right by the lappe, |
| He nys nat war the feend hath hym in honde. |
| Wel oghte us werche and ydelnesse withstonde. |
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| 15 | And though men dradden nevere for to dye, |
| Yet seen men wel by resoun, doutelees, |
| That ydelnesse is roten slogardye, |
| Of which ther nevere comth no good n' encrees; |
| And syn that slouthe hire holdeth in a lees |
| 20 | Oonly to slepe, and for to ete and drynke, |
| And to devouren al that othere swynke, |
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| And for to putte us fro swich ydelnesse, |
| That cause is of so greet confusioun, |
| I have heer doon my feithful bisynesse |
| 25 | After the legende in translacioun |
| Right of thy glorious lif and passioun, |
| Thou with thy gerland wroght with rose and lilie -- |
| Thee meene I, mayde and martyr, Seint Cecilie. |
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| And thow that flour of virgines art alle, |
| 30 | Of whom that Bernard list so wel to write, |
| To thee at my bigynnyng first I calle; |
| Thou confort of us wrecches, do me endite |
| Thy maydens deeth, that wan thurgh hire merite |
| The eterneel lyf and of the feend victorie, |
| 35 | As man may after reden in hire storie. |
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| Thow Mayde and Mooder, doghter of thy Sone, |
| Thow welle of mercy, synful soules cure, |
| In whom that God for bountee chees to wone, |
| Thow humble, and heigh over every creature, |
| 40 | Thow nobledest so ferforth oure nature, |
| That no desdeyn the Makere hadde of kynde |
| His Sone in blood and flessh to clothe and wynde. |
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| Withinne the cloistre blisful of thy sydis |
| Took mannes shap the eterneel love and pees, |
| 45 | That of the tryne compas lord and gyde is, |
| Whom erthe and see and hevene out of relees |
| Ay heryen; and thou, Virgine wemmelees, |
| Baar of thy body -- and dweltest mayden pure -- |
| The Creatour of every creature. |
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| 50 | Assembled is in thee magnificence |
| With mercy, goodnesse, and with swich pitee |
| That thou, that art the sonne of excellence |
| Nat oonly helpest hem that preyen thee, |
| But often tyme of thy benygnytee |
| 55 | Ful frely, er that men thyn help biseche, |
| Thou goost biforn and art hir lyves leche. |
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| Now help, thow meeke and blisful faire mayde, |
| Me, flemed wrecche, in this desert of galle; |
| Thynk on the womman Cananee, that sayde |
| 60 | That whelpes eten somme of the crommes alle |
| That from hir lordes table been yfalle; |
| And though that I, unworthy sone of Eve, |
| Be synful, yet accepte my bileve. |
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| And, for that feith is deed withouten werkis, |
| 65 | So for to werken yif me wit and space, |
| That I be quit fro thennes that most derk is! |
| O thou, that art so fair and ful of grace, |
| Be myn advocat in that heighe place |
| Theras withouten ende is songe "Osanne," |
| 70 | Thow Cristes mooder, doghter deere of Anne! |
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| And of thy light my soule in prison lighte, |
| That troubled is by the contagioun |
| Of my body, and also by the wighte |
| Of erthely lust and fals affeccioun; |
| 75 | O havene of refut, O salvacioun |
| Of hem that been in sorwe and in distresse, |
| Now help, for to my werk I wol me dresse. |
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| Yet preye I yow that reden that I write, |
| Foryeve me that I do no diligence |
| 80 | This ilke storie subtilly to endite, |
| For bothe have I the wordes and sentence |
| Of hym that at the seintes reverence |
| The storie wroot, and folwen hire legende, |
| And pray yow that ye wole my werk amende. |
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| 85 | First wolde I yow the name of Seint Cecilie |
| Expowne, as men may in hir storie see. |
| It is to seye in Englissh "hevenes lilie," |
| For pure chaastnesse of virginitee; |
| Or, for she whitnesse hadde of honestee, |
| 90 | And grene of conscience, and of good fame |
| The soote savour, "lilie" was hir name. |
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| Or Cecilie is to seye "the wey to blynde," |
| For she ensample was by good techynge; |
| Or elles Cecile, as I writen fynde, |
| 95 | Is joyned, by a manere conjoynynge |
| Of "hevene" and "Lia"; and heere, in figurynge, |
| The "hevene" is set for thoght of hoolynesse, |
| And "Lia" for hire lastynge bisynesse. |
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| Cecile may eek be seyd in this manere, |
| 100 | "Wantynge of blyndnesse," for hir grete light |
| Of sapience and for hire thewes cleere; |
| Or elles, loo, this maydens name bright |
| Of "hevene" and "leos" comth, for which by right |
| Men myghte hire wel "the hevene of peple" calle, |
| 105 | Ensample of goode and wise werkes alle. |
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| For "leos" "peple" in Englissh is to seye, |
| And right as men may in the hevene see |
| The sonne and moone and sterres every weye, |
| Right so men goostly in this mayden free |
| 110 | Seyen of feith the magnanymytee, |
| And eek the cleernesse hool of sapience, |
| And sondry werkes, brighte of excellence. |
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| And right so as thise philosophres write |
| That hevene is swift and round and eek brennynge, |
| 115 | Right so was faire Cecilie the white |
| Ful swift and bisy evere in good werkynge, |
| And round and hool in good perseverynge, |
| And brennynge evere in charite ful brighte. |
| Now have I yow declared what she highte. |