>> Vers une riviere m'adresce. Que j'oi près d'ilecques bruire; Car ne me soi aillors déduire Plus bel que sus cele riviere. D'ung tertre qui près d'iluec iere Descendoit l'iaue grant et roide, Clere, bruiant, et aussi froide 110 Comme puiz, ou comme fontaine, Et estoit poi mendre de Saine, Mès qu'ele iere plus espanduë. Onques mès n'avoie véuë Cele iaue qui si bien coroit: Moult m'abelissoit et séoit A regarder le leu plaisant. De l'iaue clere et reluisant Mon vis rafreschi et lavé. Si vi tot covert et pavé 120 Le fons de l'iaue de gravele; La praérie grant et bele Très au pié de l'iaue batoit. Clere et serie et bele estoit La matinée et atrempeé; Lors m'en alai parmi la prée Contre val l'iaue esbanoiant,

<< The river-syde costeying. And whan I had a whyle goon, 135 I saugh a GARDIN right anoon, THE GARDEN. Ful long and brood, and everydel Enclos it was, and walled wel, With hye walles enbatailled, Portrayed without, and wel entailled 140 With many riche portraitures; And bothe images and peyntures Gan I biholde bisily. And I wol telle you, redily, Of thilke images the semblaunce, 145 As fer as I have remembraunce. A-midde saugh I HATE stonde, HATE. That for hir wrathe, ire, and onde, Semed to been a moveresse, An angry wight, a chideresse; 150 And ful of gyle, and fel corage, By semblaunt was that ilke image. And she was no-thing wel arrayed, But lyk a wood womman afrayed; Y-frounced foule was hir visage, 155 And grenning for dispitous rage; Hir nose snorted up for tene.

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>> Tot le rivage costoiant. Quant j'oi ung poi avant alé, Si vi ung vergier grant et lé, 130 Tot clos d'ung haut mur bataillié, Portrait defors et entaillié A maintes riches escritures. Les ymages et les paintures Ai moult volentiers remiré: Si vous conteré et diré De ces ymages la semblance, Si cum moi vient à remembrance. Ens où milieu je vi HAÏNE HAÏNE. Qui de corrous et d'ataïne 140 Sembloit bien estre moverresse, Et correceuse et tencerresse, Et plaine de grant cuvertage Estoit par semblant cele ymage. Si n'estoit pas bien atornée, Ains sembloit estre forcenée, Rechignie avoit et froncié Le vis, et le nés secorcié.

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<< Ful hidous was she for to sene, Ful foul and rusty was she, this. Hir heed y-writhen was, y-wis, 160 Ful grimly with a greet towayle. An image of another entayle, FELONYE. A lift half, was hir faste by; Hir name above hir heed saugh I, And she was called FELONYE. 165 Another image, that VILANYE VILANYE. Y-cleped was, saugh I and fond Upon the walle on hir right hond. Vilanye was lyk somdel That other image; and, trusteth wel, 170 She semed a wikked creature. By countenaunce, in portrayture, She semed be ful despitous, And eek ful proud and outrageous. Wel coude he peynte, I undertake, 175 That swiche image coude make. Ful foul and cherlish semed she, And eek vilaynous for to be, And litel coude of norture, To worshipe any creature. 180

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