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The Second Nun's Tale

 

The minister and norice* unto vices,                             *nurse

Which that men call in English idleness,

The porter at the gate is of delices;*                       *delights

T'eschew, and by her contrar' her oppress, --

That is to say, by lawful business,* --           *occupation, activity

Well oughte we to *do our all intent*                *apply ourselves*

Lest that the fiend through idleness us hent.*                  *seize

 

For he, that with his thousand cordes sly

Continually us waiteth to beclap,*                     *entangle, bind

When he may man in idleness espy,

He can so lightly catch him in his trap,

Till that a man be hent* right by the lappe,**            *seize **hem

He is not ware the fiend hath him in hand;

Well ought we work, and idleness withstand.

 

And though men dreaded never for to die,

Yet see men well by reason, doubteless,

That idleness is root of sluggardy,

Of which there cometh never good increase;

And see that sloth them holdeth in a leas,*                 *leash <2>

Only to sleep, and for to eat and drink,

And to devouren all that others swink.*                          *labour

 

And, for to put us from such idleness,

That cause is of so great confusion,

I have here done my faithful business,

After the Legend, in translation

Right of thy glorious life and passion, --

Thou with thy garland wrought of rose and lily,

Thee mean I, maid and martyr, Saint Cecilie.

 

And thou, thou art the flow'r of virgins all,

Of whom that Bernard list so well to write, <3>

To thee at my beginning first I call;

Thou comfort of us wretches, do me indite

Thy maiden's death, that won through her merite

Th' eternal life, and o'er the fiend victory,

As man may after readen in her story.

 

Thou maid and mother, daughter of thy Son,

Thou well of mercy, sinful soules' cure,

In whom that God of bounte chose to won;*                        *dwell

Thou humble and high o'er every creature,

Thou nobilest, *so far forth our nature,* *as far as our nature admits*

That no disdain the Maker had of kind,*                         *nature

His Son in blood and flesh to clothe and wind.*                    *wrap

 

Within the cloister of thy blissful sides

Took manne's shape th' eternal love and peace,

That of *the trine compass* Lord and guide is             *the trinity*

Whom earth, and sea, and heav'n, *out of release,*        *unceasingly

*Aye hery;* and thou, Virgin wemmeless,*  *forever praise* *immaculate

Bare of thy body, and dweltest maiden pure,

The Creator of every creature.

 

Assembled is in thee magnificence <4>

With mercy, goodness, and with such pity,

That thou, that art the sun of excellence,

Not only helpest them that pray to thee,

But oftentime, of thy benignity,

Full freely, ere that men thine help beseech,

Thou go'st before, and art their lives' leech.*      *healer, saviour.

 

Now help, thou meek and blissful faire maid,

Me, flemed* wretch, in this desert of gall;         *banished, outcast

Think on the woman Cananee that said

That whelpes eat some of the crumbes all

That from their Lorde's table be y-fall;<5>

And though that I, unworthy son of Eve,<6>

Be sinful, yet accepte my believe.*                              *faith

 

And, for that faith is dead withoute werkes,

For to worke give me wit and space,

That I be *quit from thennes that most derk is;*  *freed from the most

O thou, that art so fair and full of grace,         dark place (Hell)*

Be thou mine advocate in that high place,

Where as withouten end is sung Osanne,

Thou Christe's mother, daughter dear of Anne.

 

And of thy light my soul in prison light,

That troubled is by the contagion

Of my body, and also by the weight

Of earthly lust and false affection;

O hav'n of refuge, O salvation

Of them that be in sorrow and distress,

Now help, for to my work I will me dress.

Yet pray I you, that reade what I write, <6>

Forgive me that I do no diligence

This ilke* story subtilly t' indite.                              *same

For both have I the wordes and sentence

Of him that at the sainte's reverence

The story wrote, and follow her legend;

And pray you that you will my work amend.

 

First will I you the name of Saint Cecilie

Expound, as men may in her story see.

It is to say in English, Heaven's lily,<7>

For pure chasteness of virginity;

Or, for she whiteness had of honesty,*                         *purity

And green of conscience, and of good fame

The sweete savour, Lilie was her name.

 

Or Cecilie is to say, the way of blind;<7>

For she example was by good teaching;

Or else Cecilie, as I written find,

Is joined by a manner conjoining

Of heaven and Lia, <7> and herein figuring

The heaven is set for thought of holiness,

And Lia for her lasting business.

 

Cecilie may eke be said in this mannere,

Wanting of blindness, for her greate light

Of sapience, and for her thewes* clear.                      *qualities

Or elles, lo, this maiden's name bright

Of heaven and Leos <7> comes, for which by right

Men might her well the heaven of people call,

Example of good and wise workes all;

 

For Leos people in English is to say;

And right as men may in the heaven see

The sun and moon, and starres every way,

Right so men ghostly,* in this maiden free,               *spiritually

Sawen of faith the magnanimity,

And eke the clearness whole of sapience,

And sundry workes bright of excellence.

 

And right so as these philosophers write,

That heav'n is swift and round, and eke burning,

Right so was faire Cecilie the white

Full swift and busy in every good working,

And round and whole in good persevering, <8>

And burning ever in charity full bright;

Now have I you declared *what she hight.*       *why she had her name*

 

This maiden bright Cecile, as her life saith,

Was come of Romans, and of noble kind,

And from her cradle