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For there is truth in In principio Mulier est hominis confusio (Madam, the meaning of this latin is, Woman is man's delight and all his bliss). For when I feel at night your tender side, Although I cannot then upon you ride, Because our perch so narrow is, alas! I am so full of joy and all solace That I defy, then, vision, aye and dream." And with that word he flew down from the beam, For it was day, and down went his hens all; And with a cluck he them began to call, For he had found some corn within the yard. The Canterbury Tales The Canterbury Tales 181Regal he was, and fears he did discard. He feathered Pertelote full many a time And twenty times he trod her ere 'twas prime. He looked as if he were a grim lion As on his toes he strutted up and down; He deigned not set his foot upon the ground. He clucked when any grain of corn he found, And all his wives came running at his call. Thus regal, as a prince is in his hall, I'll now leave busy Chanticleer to feed, And with events that followed I'll proceed. When that same month wherein the world began, Which is called March, wherein God first made man, Was ended, and were passed of days also, Since March began, full thirty days and two, It fell that Chanticleer, in all his pride, His seven wives awalking by his side, Cast up his two eyes toward the great bright sun (Which through die sign of Taurus now had run Twenty degrees and one, and somewhat more), And knew by instinct and no other lore That it was prime, and joyfully he crew, "The sun, my love," he said, "has climbed anew Forty degrees and one, and somewhat more. My lady Pertelote, whom I adore, Mark now these happy birds, hear how they sing, And see all these fresh flowers, how they spring; Full is my heart of revelry and grace." But suddenly he fell in grievous case;

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[link widoczny dla zalogowanych] For ever the latter end of joy is woe. God knows that worldly joys do swiftly go; And if a rhetorician could but write, He in some chronicle might well indite And mark it down as sovereign in degree. Now every wise man, let him hark to me: This tale is just as true, I undertake, As is the book of Launcelot of the Lake, Which women always hold in such esteem. But now I must take up my proper theme. A brantfox, full of sly iniquity, That in the grove had lived two years, or three, Now by a fine premeditated plot That same night, breaking through the hedge, had got Into the yard where Chanticleer the fair Was wont, and all his wives too, to repair; And in a bed of greenery still he lay Till it was past the quarter of the day, Waiting his chance on Chanticleer to fall, As gladly do these killers one and all Who lie in ambush for to murder men. O murderer false, there lurking in your den! The Canterbury Tales The Canterbury Tales 182O new Iscariot, O new Ganelon! O false dissimulator, Greek Sinon That brought down Troy all utterly to sorrow! O Chanticleer, accursed be that morrow When you into that yard flew from the beams! You were well warned, and fully, by your dreams That this day should hold peril damnably. But that which God foreknows, it needs must be, So says the best opinion of the clerks. Witness some cleric perfect for his works, That in the schools there's a great altercation In this regard, and much high disputation That has involved a hundred thousand men. But I can't sift it to the bran with pen, As can the holy Doctor Augustine, Or Boethius, or Bishop Bradwardine, Whether the fact of God's great foreknowing Makes it right needful that I do a thing (By needful, I mean, of necessity); Or else, if a free choice he granted me, To do that same thing, or to do it not, Though God foreknew before the thing was wrought; Or if His knowing constrains never at all, Save by necessity conditional. I have no part in matters so austere; My tale is of a cock, as you shall hear, That took the counsel of his wife, with sorrow, To walk within the yard upon that morrow After he'd had the dream whereof I told. Now women's counsels oft are ill to hold; A woman's counsel brought us first to woe, And Adam caused from Paradise to go, Wherein he was right merry and at ease. But since I know not whom it may displease If woman's counsel I hold up to blame, Pass over, I but said it in my game. Read authors where such matters do appear, And what they say of women, you may hear. These are the cock's words, they are none of mine; No harm in women can I e'er divine. All in the sand, abathing merrily, Lay Pertelote, with all her sisters by, There in the sun; and Chanticleer so free Sang merrier than a mermaid in the sea (For Physiologus says certainly That they do sing, both well and merrily). And so befell that, as he cast his eye Among the herbs and on a butterfly, He saw this fox that lay there, crouching low. Nothing of urge was in him, then, to crow; But he cried "Cockcockcock" and did so start The Canterbury Tales The Canterbury Tales 183As man who has a sudden fear at heart. For naturally a beast desires to flee From any enemy that he may see, Though never yet he's clapped on such his eye.