P. 479, last line; and p. 480, first line. _For_ represents the Pers. and Arab. _d[=u]'lkarnayn_, lit. two-horned; from Pers. _d[=u]_, two, and _karn_, horn--_read_ represents the Arab, _z[=u]'lkarnayn_, lit. two-horned; from Arab. _z[=u]_, lord of, _hence_, possessing, and the dual form of _karn_, horn.
Notes to I. 948, 951; II. 36, 1335; III. 1219. Dr. Köppel has shewn (in Archiv für das Studium der neueren Sprachen, xc. 150, that Chaucer here quotes from Alanus de Insulis, Liber Parabolarum (as printed in Migne, Cursus Patrologicus, vol. ccx). The passages are:--
Fragrantes uicina rosas urtica perurit (col. 582).
Post noctem sperare diem, post nubila solem; Post lacrimas risus laetitiamque potes (583).
Mille uiae ducunt homines per saecula Romam (591).
De nuce fit corylus, de glande fit ardua quercus (583).
Dulcius haerescunt humano mella palato, Si malus hoc ipsum mordeat ante sapor (592).
P. 498, Note to V, 806. _Add_--L. 813 is due to Dares; see p. lxiv, note.
P. 499, Note to V, 1039, l. 6. _For_ the rest is Chaucer's addition _read_ the statement that she gave it to Diomede is due to Benoît; see p. lxii. Again, just below, _read_ The incidents of the 'broche' and 'pensel' are also due to the same; see p. lxii.
_Carmina qui quondam studio florente peregi._
Allas! I, weping, am constreined to biginnen vers of sorowful matere, that whylom in florisching studie made delitable ditees. For lo! rendinge Muses of poetes endyten to me thinges to be writen; and drery vers of wrecchednesse weten my face with verray teres. At the leeste, no drede ne mighte overcomen tho 5 Muses, that they ne weren felawes, and folweden my wey, _that is to seyn, whan I was exyled_; they that weren glorie of my youthe, whylom weleful and grene, comforten now the sorowful werdes of me, olde man. For elde is comen unwarly upon me, hasted by the harmes that I have, and sorow hath comaunded his age to be 10 in me. Heres hore ben shad overtymeliche upon myn heved, and the slake skin trembleth upon myn empted body. Thilke deeth of men is weleful that ne cometh not in yeres that ben swete, but cometh to wrecches, often y-cleped.
Allas! allas! with how deef an ere deeth, cruel, torneth awey 15 fro wrecches, and naiteth to closen wepinge eyen! Whyl Fortune, unfeithful, favorede me with lighte goodes, the sorowful houre, _that is to seyn, the deeth_, hadde almost dreynt myn heved. But now, for Fortune cloudy hath chaunged hir deceyvable chere to me-ward, myn unpitous lyf draweth a-long unagreable dwellinges 20 _in me_. O ye, my frendes, what or wherto avauntede ye me to ben weleful? for he that hath fallen stood nat in stedefast degree.