The Temple of Glass

by John Lydgate

And said doughter for thy sad trouthe
Thy faitħful menyng and Innocence
That planted be witħ outen ony slouthe
In your persone deuoyed of al offence
So han they atteyned to our audience
That witħ our grace ye shal be wel releuyd
I you behete of al that hatħ you greuyd

And for that ye be euer of one entent
Witħoute chaunge or mutabilyte
And in your paynes ben so pacient
To take lowly your aduersyte
And that so longe thurgh the cruelte
Of olde saturne my fader vnfortuned
Your woo shal now no lenger be contuned

And thinketħ this witħ in a litil whyle
Hit shal aswage and ouer passen sone
For men by laysir passen many a myle
And ofte after a droppyng mone
The weder cleretħ, and whan the storme is done
The sonne shynetħ in his spyer bright
And Ioye waketħ whan woo is putto flight

Remembre eke how neuer yet no wight
Ne cam to worship witħ out som debate
And folke reioyse also more of light
That they witħ derknes were waped & mate
No mañs chañce is allewey fortunate
Ne no wight preysetħ of sugre the swetnes
But they to fore haue tasted bitternes

Gryssyld was asayed atte fuƚƚ
That torned after to encrese of Ioye
Penolope gan eke for sorowes dulle
For that her lord abode so long at troye
Also the torment ther coude noman accoye
Of dorygene flour of al Bretaigne
Thus euer Ioye is fyn and ende of payne

And trustetħ this for conclusion
The ende of sorow is Ioye voyde of drede
For hoolly seyntes thurgħ her passion
Haue heuyn wonne by their souerain mede
And plente gladly folowetħ after nede
And so my doughter after your greuaunce
I you behote ye shal haue ful plesaunce

For euer of loue the maner and the gyse
Is for to hurte his seruaunt & to wounde
And whan he hatħ taught them his empryse
He can in Ioye make them to habounde
And sitħ that ye haue in my laas be bounde
Witħ oute gruoching or rebellyon
Ye muste of night haue consolacion

This to sayne dowtetħ neuer a deel
That ye shal haue ful possession
Of hym that ye now cherisshe so weel
In honest maner witħ oute offencion
By cause I knowe youre entencion
Is truly sette in party and in aƚƚ
To loue hym best and most in speciaƚƚ

For he that ye haue chosen you to serue
Shal be to you suche as ye desire
Witħ oute chaunge fully til he sterue
So witħ my bronde I haue sette hym a fyre
And witħ my grace I shal hym so enspyre
That he in herte shal be right at your wylle
Wherso you liste to saue hym or to spylle

For vnto you I shal his herte so lowe
Witħ oute spotte of ony doblenesse
That he ne shal escape from the bowe
Thaugħ that hym self by vnstedfastnesse
I mene of cupide that shal hym so distresse
Vnto your honde witħ tharowe of golde
That he ne shal escapen thaugh he wolde