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The complete works of John Gower, volume 3

Chapter 9: Incipit Liber Octavus.
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This collected volume of Middle English poetry presents an extended framed narrative composed of moralizing tales, together with a shorter encomium on peace. The central sequence arranges exempla as instruction on love and conduct, drawing on classical, biblical, and popular sources to probe virtues and vices such as avarice, justice, and the responsibilities of rulers. Narrative stories alternate with explicit moral commentary, and the poems combine learned allusion and vivid anecdote to teach ethical lessons and reflect on social order.

Incipit Liber Octavus.

[Lechery.]
P. iii. 275
i. Que fauet ad vicium vetus hec modo regula confert,
Nec nouus econtra qui docet ordo placet.
Cecus amor dudum nondum sua lumina cepit,
Quo Venus impositum deuia fallit iter.
The myhti god, which unbegunne
Stant of himself and hath begunne
Postquam ad instanciam Amantis confessi Confessor Genius super hiis que Aristotiles Regem Alexandrum edocuit, vna cum aliarum Cronicarum exemplis seriose tractauit, iam vltimo in isto octauo volumine ad confessionem in amoris causa regrediens tractare proponit super hoc, quod nonnulli primordia nature ad libitum voluptuose consequentes, nullo humane racionis arbitrio seu ecclesie legum imposicione a suis excessibus debite refrenantur. Vnde quatenus amorem concernit Amantis conscienciam pro finali sue confessionis materia Genius rimari conatur.
Alle othre thinges at his wille,
The hevene him liste to fulfille
Of alle joie, where as he
Sit inthronized in his See,
And hath hise Angles him to serve,
Suche as him liketh to preserve,
So that thei mowe noght forsueie:
Bot Lucifer he putte aweie, 10
With al the route apostazied
Of hem that ben to him allied,
Whiche out of hevene into the helle1454
From Angles into fendes felle;
Wher that ther is no joie of lyht,
Bot more derk than eny nyht
P. iii. 276
The peine schal ben endeles;
And yit of fyres natheles
Ther is plente, bot thei ben blake,
Wherof no syhte mai be take. 20
Thus whan the thinges ben befalle,
That Luciferes court was falle
Wher dedly Pride hem hath conveied,
Anon forthwith it was pourveied
Thurgh him which alle thinges may;