SOMTYME this world was so stedfast and stable That mannes word was obligacioun; And now it is so fals and deceivable That word and deed, as in conclusioun, Ben nothing lyk, for turned up-so-doun Is al this world for mede and wilfulnesse, That al is lost for lak of stedfastnesse. What maketh this world to be so variable But lust that folk have in dissensioun? For among us now a man is holde unable, But if he can, by som collusioun, Don his neighbour wrong or oppressioun. What causeth this but wilful wrecchednesse, That al is lost for lak of stedfastnesse? Trouthe is put doun, resoun is holden fable; Vertu hath now no dominacioun; Pitee exyled, no man is merciable; Through covetyse is blent discrecioun. The world hath mad a permutacioun Fro right to wrong, fro trouthe to fikelnesse, That al is lost for lak of stedfastnesse. @3Lenvoy to King Richard@1 O prince, desyre to be honourable, Cherish thy folk and hate extorcioun! Suffre nothing that may be reprevable To thyn estat don in thy regioun. Shew forth thy swerd of castigacioun, Dred God, do law, love trouthe and worthinesse, And wed thy folk agein to stedfastnesse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BROKEN PITCHER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN WEIGHING THE BABY by ETHEL LYNN BEERS FAREWELL TO LOVE by JOHN DONNE AT CANDLE-LIGHTIN' TIME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PRAYER OF A SOLDIER IN FRANCE by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER FELISE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE WINTER MEMORIES by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |