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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Wine, Women, and Song, by Various
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+Title: Wine, Women, and Song
+       Mediaeval Latin Students' songs; Now first translated into English verse
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+Author: Various
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+Translator: John Addington Symonds
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+                        WINE, WOMEN, AND SONG
+
+
+                "Wer liebt nicht Weib Wein and Gesang
+                 Der bleibt ein Narr sein Lebenslang."
+
+                                           --_Martin Luther._
+
+
+                   _MEDIÆVAL LATIN STUDENTS' SONGS_
+
+               Now First Translated into English Verse
+
+                            WITH AN ESSAY
+
+
+
+                                  BY
+
+                        JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS
+
+
+
+
+                                London
+
+                    CHATTO AND WINDUS, PICCADILLY
+
+                                 1884
+
+
+
+
+TO
+
+_ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON._
+
+
+_Dear Louis,_
+
+_To you, in memory of past symposia, when wit (your wit) flowed freer
+than our old Forzato, I dedicate this little book, my pastime through
+three anxious months._
+
+_Yours,_
+
+_JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS_
+
+_Villa Emily, San Remo,_
+
+_May 1884._
+
+
+
+
+Wine, Women, and Song.
+
+I.
+
+
+When we try to picture to ourselves the intellectual and moral state
+of Europe in the Middle Ages, some fixed and almost stereotyped ideas
+immediately suggest themselves. We think of the nations immersed in a
+gross mental lethargy; passively witnessing the gradual extinction of
+arts and sciences which Greece and Rome had splendidly inaugurated;
+allowing libraries and monuments of antique civilisation to crumble
+into dust; while they trembled under a dull and brooding terror of
+coming judgment, shrank from natural enjoyment as from deadly sin, or
+yielded themselves with brutal eagerness to the satisfaction of vulgar
+appetites. Preoccupation with the other world in this long period
+weakens man's hold upon the things that make his life desirable.
+Philosophy is sunk in the slough of ignorant, perversely subtle
+disputation upon subjects destitute of actuality. Theological
+fanaticism has extinguished liberal studies and the gropings of the
+reason after truth in positive experience. Society lies prostrate
+under the heel of tyrannous orthodoxy. We discern men in masses,
+aggregations, classes, guilds--everywhere the genus and the species of
+humanity, rarely and by luminous exception individuals and persons.
+Universal ideals of Church and Empire clog and confuse the nascent
+nationalities. Prolonged habits, of extra-mundane contemplation,
+combined with the decay of real knowledge, volatilise the thoughts and
+aspirations of the best and wisest into dreamy unrealities, giving a
+false air of mysticism to love, shrouding art in allegory, reducing
+the interpretation of texts to an exercise of idle ingenuity, and the
+study of Nature (in Bestiaries, Lapidaries, and the like) to an insane
+system of grotesque and pious quibbling. The conception of man's fall
+and of the incurable badness of this world bears poisonous fruit of
+cynicism and asceticism, that twofold bitter almond, hidden in the
+harsh monastic shell. The devil has become God upon this earth, and
+God's eternal jailer in the next world. Nature is regarded with
+suspicion and aversion; the flesh, with shame and loathing, broken by
+spasmodic outbursts of lawless self-indulgence. For human life there
+is one formula:--
+
+    "Of what is't fools make such vain keeping?
+    Sin their conception, their birth weeping,
+    Their life a general mist of error,
+    Their death a hideous storm of terror."
+
+The contempt of the world is the chief theme of edification. A charnel
+filled with festering corpses, snakes, and worms points the preacher's
+moral. Before the eyes of all, in terror-stricken vision or in
+nightmares of uneasy conscience, leap the inextinguishable flames of
+hell. Salvation, meanwhile, is being sought through amulets, relics,
+pilgrimages to holy places, fetishes of divers sorts and different
+degrees of potency. The faculties of the heart and head, defrauded of
+wholesome sustenance, have recourse to delirious debauches of the
+fancy, dreams of magic, compacts with the evil one, insanities of
+desire, ineptitudes of discipline. Sexual passion, ignoring the true
+place of woman in society, treats her on the one hand like a servile
+instrument, on the other exalts her to sainthood or execrates her as
+the chief impediment to holiness. Common sense, sanity of judgment,
+acceptance of things as they are, resolution to ameliorate the evils
+and to utilise the goods of life, seem everywhere deficient. Men are
+obstinate in misconception of their proper aims, wasting their
+energies upon shadows instead of holding fast by realities, waiting
+for a future whereof they know nothing, in lieu of mastering and
+economising the present. The largest and most serious undertakings of
+united Europe in this period--the Crusades--are based upon a radical
+mistake. "Why seek ye the living among the dead? Behold, He is not
+here, but risen!" With these words ringing in their ears, the nations
+flock to Palestine and pour their blood forth for an empty sepulchre.
+The one Emperor who attains the object of Christendom by rational
+means is excommunicated for his success. Frederick II. returns from
+the Holy Land a ruined man because he made a compact useful to his
+Christian subjects with the Chief of Islam.
+
+
+
+
+II.
+
+
+Such are some of the stereotyped ideas which crowd our mind when we
+reflect upon the Middle Ages. They are certainly one-sided. Drawn for
+the most part from the study of monastic literature, exaggerated by
+that reaction against medievalism which the Renaissance initiated,
+they must be regarded as inadequate to represent the whole truth. At
+no one period between the fall of the Roman Empire and the close of
+the thirteenth century was the mental atmosphere of Europe so
+unnaturally clouded. Yet there is sufficient substance in them to
+justify their formulation. The earlier Middle Ages did, in fact,
+extinguish antique civility. The later Middle Ages did create, to use
+a phrase of Michelet, an army of dunces for the maintenance of
+orthodoxy. The intellect and the conscience became used to moving
+paralytically among visions, dreams, and mystic terrors, weighed down
+with torpor, abusing virile faculties for the suppression of truth and
+the perpetuation of revered error.
+
+It is, therefore, with a sense of surprise, with something like a
+shock to preconceived opinions, that we first become acquainted with
+the medieval literature which it is my object in the present treatise
+to make better known to English readers. That so bold, so fresh, so
+natural, so pagan a view of human life as the Latin songs of the
+Wandering Students exhibit, should have found clear and artistic
+utterance in the epoch of the Crusades, is indeed enough to bid us
+pause and reconsider the justice of our stereotyped ideas about that
+period. This literature makes it manifest that the ineradicable
+appetites and natural instincts of men and women were no less vigorous
+in fact, though less articulate and self-assertive, than they had been
+in the age of Greece and Rome, and than they afterwards displayed
+themselves in what is known as the Renaissance.
+
+With something of the same kind we have long been familiar in the
+Troubadour poetry of Provence. But Provençal literature has a strong
+chivalrous tincture, and every one is aware with what relentless fury
+the civilisation which produced it was stamped out by the Church. The
+literature of the Wandering Students, on the other hand, owes nothing
+to chivalry, and emanates from a class which formed a subordinate part
+of the ecclesiastical militia. It is almost vulgar in its presentment
+of common human impulses; it bears the mark of the proletariate,
+though adorned with flourishes betokening the neighbourhood of Church
+and University.
+
+
+
+
+III.
+
+
+Much has recently been written upon the subject of an abortive
+Renaissance within the Middle Ages. The centre of it was France, and its
+period of brilliancy may be roughly defined as the middle and end of
+the twelfth century. Much, again, has been said about the religious
+movement in England, which spread to Eastern Europe, and anticipated the
+Reformation by two centuries before the date of Luther. The songs of the
+Wandering Students, composed for the most part in the twelfth century,
+illustrate both of these early efforts after self-emancipation. Uttering
+the unrestrained emotions of men attached by a slender tie to the
+dominant clerical class and diffused over all countries, they bring us
+face to face with a body of opinion which finds in studied chronicle or
+laboured dissertation of the period no echo. On the one side, they
+express that delight in life and physical enjoyment which was a main
+characteristic of the Renaissance; on the other, they proclaim that
+revolt against the corruption of Papal Rome which was the motive-force
+of the Reformation.
+
+Our knowledge of this poetry is derived from two chief sources. One is
+a MS. of the thirteenth century, which was long preserved in the
+monastery of Benedictbeuern in Upper Bavaria, and is now at Munich.
+Richly illuminated with rare and curious illustrations of contemporary
+manners, it seems to have been compiled for the use of some
+ecclesiastical prince. This fine codex was edited in 1847 at
+Stuttgart. The title of the publication is _Carmina Burana_, and under
+that designation I shall refer to it. The other is a Harleian MS.,
+written before 1264, which Mr. Thomas Wright collated with other
+English MSS., and published in 1841 under the name of _Latin Poems
+commonly attributed to Walter Mapes_.
+
+These two sources have to some extent a common stock of poems, which
+proves the wide diffusion of the songs in question before the date
+assignable to the earlier of the two MS. authorities. But while this
+is so, it must be observed that the _Carmina Burana_ are richer in
+compositions which form a prelude to the Renaissance; the English
+collections, on the other hand, contain a larger number of serious and
+satirical pieces anticipating the Reformation.
+
+Another important set of documents for the study of the subject are
+the three large works of Edelstand du Méril upon popular Latin poetry;
+while the stores at our disposal have been otherwise augmented by
+occasional publications of German and English scholars, bringing to
+light numerous scattered specimens of a like description. Of late it
+has been the fashion in Germany to multiply anthologies of medieval
+student-songs, intended for companion volumes to the _Commersbuch_.
+Among these, one entitled _Gaudeamus_ (Teubner, 2d edition, 1879)
+deserves honourable mention.
+
+It is my purpose to give a short account of what is known about the
+authors of these verses, to analyse the general characteristics of
+their art, and to illustrate the theme by copious translations. So far
+as I am aware, the songs of Wandering Students offer almost absolutely
+untrodden ground to the English translator; and this fact may be
+pleaded in excuse for the large number which I have laid under
+contribution.
+
+In carrying out my plan, I shall confine myself principally, but not
+strictly, to the _Carmina Burana_. I wish to keep in view the
+anticipation of the Renaissance rather than to dwell upon those
+elements which indicate an early desire for ecclesiastical reform.
+
+
+
+
+IV.
+
+
+We have reason to conjecture that the Romans, even during the
+classical period of their literature, used accentual rhythms for
+popular poetry, while quantitative metres formed upon Greek models
+were the artificial modes employed by cultivated writers. However this
+may be, there is no doubt that, together with the decline of antique
+civilisation, accent and rhythm began to displace quantity and metre
+in Latin versification. Quantitative measures, like the Sapphic and
+Hexameter, were composed accentually. The services and music of the
+Church introduced new systems of prosody. Rhymes, both single and
+double, were added to the verse; and the extraordinary flexibility of
+medieval Latin--that sonorous instrument of varied rhetoric used by
+Augustine in the prose of the _Confessions_, and gifted with poetic
+inspiration in such hymns as the _Dies Irae_ or the _Stabat
+Mater_--rendered this new vehicle of literary utterance adequate to
+all the tasks imposed on it by piety and metaphysic. The language of
+the _Confessions_ and the _Dies Irae_ is not, in fact, a decadent form
+of Cicero's prose or Virgil's verse, but a development of the Roman
+speech in accordance with the new conditions introduced by
+Christianity. It remained comparatively sterile in the department of
+prose composition, but it attained to high qualities of art in the
+verse and rhythms of men like Thomas of Celano, Thomas of Aquino, Adam
+of St. Victor, Bernard of Morlais, and Bernard of Clairvaux. At the
+same time, classical Latin literature continued to be languidly
+studied in the cloisters and the schools of grammar. The metres of the
+ancients were practised with uncouth and patient assiduity, strenuous
+efforts being made to keep alive an art which was no longer rightly
+understood. Rhyme invaded the hexameter, and the best verses of the
+medieval period in that measure were leonine.
+
+The hymns of the Church and the secular songs composed for music in
+this base Latin took a great variety of rhythmic forms. It is clear
+that vocal melody controlled their movement; and one fixed element in
+all these compositions was rhyme--rhyme often intricate and complex
+beyond hope of imitation in our language. Elision came to be
+disregarded; and even the accentual values, which may at first have
+formed a substitute for quantity, yielded to musical notation. The
+epithet of popular belongs to these songs in a very real sense, since
+they were intended for the people's use, and sprang from popular
+emotion. Poems of this class were technically known as _moduli_--a
+name which points significantly to the importance of music in their
+structure. Imitations of Ovid's elegiacs or of Virgil's hexameters
+obtained the name of _versus_. Thus Walter of Lille, the author of a
+regular epic poem on Alexander, one of the best medieval writers of
+_versus_, celebrates his skill in the other department of popular
+poetry thus--
+
+    "Perstrepuit _modulis_ Gallia tota meis."
+    (All France rang with my songs.)
+
+We might compare the _versus_ of the Middle Ages with the stiff
+sculptures on a Romanesque font, lifelessly reminiscent of decadent
+classical art; while the _moduli_, in their freshness, elasticity, and
+vigour of invention, resemble the floral scrolls, foliated cusps, and
+grotesque basreliefs of Gothic or Lombard architecture.
+
+
+
+
+V.
+
+
+Even in the half-light of what used to be called emphatically the Dark
+Ages, there pierce gleams which may be reflections from the past
+evening of paganism, or may intimate the earliest dawn of modern
+times. One of these is a song, partly popular, partly scholastic,
+addressed to a beautiful boy.[1] It begins thus--
+
+    "O admirabile veneris idolum"--
+
+and continues in this strain, upon the same rhythm, blending
+reminiscences of classical mythology and medieval metaphysic, and
+winding up with a reference to the Horatian _Vitas hinnuleo me similis
+Chloe_. This poem was composed in the seventh century, probably at
+Verona, for mention is made in it of the river Adige. The metre can
+perhaps be regarded as a barbarous treatment of the long Asclepiad;
+but each line seems to work out into two bars, divided by a marked
+rest, with two accents to each bar, and shows by what sort of
+transition the modern French Alexandrine may have been developed.
+
+The oddly archaic phraseology of this love-song rendered it unfit for
+translation; but I have tried my hand at a kind of hymn in praise of
+Rome, which is written in the same peculiar rhythm:[2]--
+
+    "O Rome illustrious, of the world emperess!
+    Over all cities thou queen in thy goodliness!
+    Red with the roseate blood of the martyrs, and
+    White with the lilies of virgins at God's right hand!
+    Welcome we sing to thee; ever we bring to thee
+    Blessings, and pay to thee praise for eternity.
+
+    "Peter, thou praepotent warder of Paradise,
+    Hear thou with mildness the prayer of thy votaries;
+    When thou art seated to judge the twelve tribes, O then
+    Show thyself merciful; be thou benign to men;
+    And when we call to thee now in the world's distress,
+    Take thou our suffrages, master, with gentleness.
+
+    "Paul, to our litanies lend an indulgent ear,
+    Who the philosophers vanquished with zeal severe:
+    Thou that art steward now in the Lord's heavenly house,
+    Give us to taste of the meat of grace bounteous;
+    So that the wisdom which filled thee and nourished thee
+    May be our sustenance through the truths taught by thee."
+
+A curious secular piece of the tenth century deserves more than
+passing mention. It shows how wine, women, and song, even in an age
+which is supposed to have trembled for the coming destruction of the
+world, still formed the attraction of some natures. What is more,
+there is a certain modern, as distinguished from classical, tone of
+tenderness in the sentiment. It is the invitation of a young man to
+his mistress, bidding her to a little supper in his rooms:[3]--
+
+    "Come therefore now, my gentle fere,
+    Whom as my heart I hold full dear;
+    Enter my little room, which is
+    Adorned with quaintest rarities:
+    There are the seats with cushions spread,
+    The roof with curtains overhead;
+    The house with flowers of sweetest scent
+    And scattered herbs is redolent:
+    A table there is deftly dight
+    With meats and drinks of rare delight;
+    There too the wine flows, sparkling, free;
+    And all, my love, to pleasure thee.
+    There sound enchanting symphonies;
+    The clear high notes of flutes arise;
+    A singing girl and artful boy
+    Are chanting for thee strains of joy;
+    He touches with his quill the wire,
+    She tunes her note unto the lyre:
+    The servants carry to and fro
+    Dishes and cups of ruddy glow;
+    But these delights, I will confess,
+    Than pleasant converse charm me less;
+    Nor is the feast so sweet to me
+    As dear familiarity.
+
+    "Then come now, sister of my heart,
+    That dearer than all others art,
+    Unto mine eyes thou shining sun,
+    Soul of my soul, thou only one!
+    I dwelt alone in the wild woods,
+    And loved all secret solitudes;
+    Oft would I fly from tumults far,
+    And shunned where crowds of people are.
+    O dearest, do not longer stay!
+    Seek we to live and love to-day!
+    I cannot live without thee, sweet!
+    Time bids us now our love complete.
+    Why should we then defer, my own,
+    What must be done or late or soon?
+    Do quickly what thou canst not shun!
+    I have no hesitation."
+
+From Du Méril's collections further specimens of thoroughly secular
+poetry might be culled. Such is the panegyric of the nightingale,
+which contains the following impassioned lines:[4]--
+
+    "Implet silvas atque cuncta modulis arbustula,
+    Gloriosa valde facta veris prae laetitia;
+    Volitando scandit alta arborum cacumina,
+    Ac festiva satis gliscit sibilare carmina."
+
+Such are the sapphics on the spring, which, though they date from the
+seventh century, have a truly modern sentiment of Nature. Such, too,
+is the medieval legend of the Snow-Child, treated comically in
+burlesque Latin verse, and meant to be sung to a German tune of
+love--
+
+_Modus Liebinc_. To the same category may be referred the horrible, but
+singularly striking, series of Latin poems edited from a MS. at Berne,
+which set forth the miseries of monastic life with realistic passion
+bordering upon delirium, under titles like the following--_Dissuasio
+Concubitûs in in Uno tantum Sexu_, or _De Monachi Cruciata_.[5]
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 1: Du Méril, _Poésies Populaires Latines Antérieures au
+Deuxième: Siècle_, p. 240.]
+
+[Footnote 2: Du Méril, _op. cit._, p. 239.]
+
+[Footnote 3: Du Méril, _Poésies Populaires Latines du Moyen Age_, p.
+196.]
+
+[Footnote 4: Du Méril, _Poésies Pop. Lat. Ant._, pp. 278, 241, 275.]
+
+[Footnote 5: These extraordinary compositions will be found on pp.
+174-182 of a closely-printed book entitled _Carmina Med. Aev. Max.
+Part. Inedita. Ed. H. Hagenus. Bernae. Ap. G. Frobenium_. MDCCCLXXVII.
+The editor, so far as I can discover, gives but scant indication of
+the poet who lurks, with so much style and so terrible emotions, under
+the veil of Cod. Bern., 702 s. Any student who desires to cut into the
+core of cloister life should read cvii. pp. 178-182, of this little
+book.]
+
+
+
+
+VI.
+
+
+There is little need to dwell upon these crepuscular stirrings of
+popular Latin poetry in the earlier Middle Ages. To indicate their
+existence was necessary; for they serve to link by a dim and fragile
+thread of evolution the decadent art of the base Empire with the
+renascence of paganism attempted in the twelfth century, and thus to
+connect that dawn of modern feeling with the orient splendours of the
+fourteenth and fifteenth centuries in Italy.
+
+The first point to notice is the dominance of music in this verse, and
+the subjugation of the classic metres to its influence. A deeply
+significant transition has been effected from the _versus_ to the
+_modulus_ by the substitution of accent for quantity, and by the value
+given to purely melodic cadences. A long syllable and a short
+syllable have almost equal weight in this prosody, for the musical
+tone can be prolonged or shortened upon either. So now the
+_cantilena_, rather than the _metron_, rules the flow of verse; but,
+at the same time, antique forms are still conventionally used, though
+violated in the using. In other words, the modern metres of the modern
+European races--the Italian Hendecasyllable, the French Alexandrine,
+the English Iambic and Trochaic rhythms--have been indicated; and a
+moment has been prepared when these measures shall tune themselves by
+means of emphasis and accent to song, before they take their place as
+literary schemes appealing to the ear in rhetoric. This phase, whereby
+the metres of antiquity pass into the rhythms of the modern races,
+implies the use of medieval Latin, still not unmindful of classic art,
+but governed now by music often of Teutonic origin, and further
+modified by affinities of prosody imported from Teutonic sources.
+
+The next point to note is that, in this process of transition, popular
+ecclesiastical poetry takes precedence of secular. The great rhyming
+structures of the Middle Ages, which exercised so wide an influence
+over early European literature, were invented for the service of the
+Church--voluminous systems of recurrent double rhymes, intricate
+rhythms moulded upon tunes for chanting, solid melodic fabrics, which,
+having once been formed, were used for lighter efforts of the fancy,
+or lent their ponderous effects to parody. Thus, in the first half of
+the centuries which intervene between the extinction of the genuine
+Roman Empire and the year 1300, ecclesiastical poetry took the lead in
+creating and popularising new established types of verse, and in
+rendering the spoken Latin pliable for various purposes of art.
+
+A third point worthy of attention is, that a certain breath of
+paganism, wafting perfumes from the old mythology, whispering of gods
+in exile, encouraging men to accept their life on earth with genial
+enjoyment, was never wholly absent during the darkest periods of the
+Middle Ages. This inspiration uttered itself in Latin; for we have
+little reason to believe that the modern languages had yet attained
+plasticity enough for the expression of that specific note which
+belongs to the Renaissance--the note of humanity conscious of its
+Græco-Roman pagan past. This Latin, meanwhile, which it employed was
+fabricated by the Church and used by men of learning.
+
+
+
+
+VII.
+
+
+The songs of the Wandering Students were in a strict sense _moduli_ as
+distinguished from _versus_; popular and not scholastic. They were,
+however, composed by men of culture, imbued with classical learning of
+some sort, and prepared by scholarship for the deftest and most
+delicate manipulation of the Latin language.
+
+Who were these Wandering Students, so often mentioned, and of whom
+nothing has been as yet related? As their name implies, they were men,
+and for the most part young men, travelling from university to
+university in search of knowledge. Far from their homes, without
+responsibilities, light of purse and light of heart, careless and
+pleasure-seeking, they ran a free, disreputable course, frequenting
+taverns at least as much as lecture-rooms, more capable of pronouncing
+judgment upon wine or women than upon a problem of divinity or logic.
+The conditions of medieval learning made it necessary to study
+different sciences in different parts of Europe; and a fixed habit of
+unrest, which seems to have pervaded society after the period of the
+Crusades, encouraged vagabondage in all classes. The extent to which
+travelling was carried in the Middle Ages for purposes of pilgrimage
+and commerce, out of pure curiosity or love of knowledge, for the
+bettering of trade in handicrafts or for self-improvement in the
+sciences, has only of late years been estimated at a just calculation.
+"The scholars," wrote a monk of Froidmont in the twelfth century, "are
+wont to roam around the world and visit all its cities, till much
+learning makes them mad; for in Paris they seek liberal arts, in
+Orleans authors, at Salerno gallipots, at Toledo demons, and in no
+place decent manners."
+
+These pilgrims to the shrines of knowledge formed a class apart. They
+were distinguished from the secular and religious clergy, inasmuch as
+they had taken no orders, or only minor orders, held no benefice or
+cure, and had entered into no conventual community. They were still
+more sharply distinguished from the laity, whom they scorned as
+brutes, and with whom they seem to have lived on terms of mutual
+hostility. One of these vagabond gownsmen would scarcely condescend to
+drink with a townsman:[6]--
+
+                          "In aeterno igni
+    Cruciantur rustici, qui non sunt tam digni
+    Quod bibisse noverint bonum vinum vini."
+
+    "Aestimetur laicus ut brutus,
+    Nam ad artem surdus est et mutus."
+
+    "Litteratos convocat decus virginale,
+    Laicorum execrat pectus bestiale."
+
+In a parody of the Mass, which is called _Officium Lusorum,_ and in
+which the prayers are offered to Bacchus, we find this devout
+collect:[7]--"Omnipotens sempiterne deus, qui inter rusticos et
+clericos magnam discordiam seminasti, praesta quaesumus de laboribus
+eorum vivere, de mulieribus ipsorum vero et de morte deciorum semper
+gaudere."
+
+The English version of this ribald prayer is even more explicit. It
+runs thus:--"Deus qui multitudinem rusticorum ad servitium clericorum
+venire fecisti et militum et inter nos et ipsos discordiam seminasti."
+
+It is open to doubt whether the _milites_ or soldiers were included
+with the rustics in that laity, for which the students felt so bitter
+a contempt. But the tenor of some poems on love, especially the
+_Dispute of Phyllis and Flora_, shows that the student claimed a
+certain superiority over the soldier. This antagonism between clerk
+and rustic was heartily reciprocated. In a song on taverns the student
+is warned that he may meet with rough treatment from the
+clodhopper:[8]--
+
+    "O clerici dilecti,
+      Discite vitare
+    Tabernam horribilem,
+      Qui cupitis regnare;
+    Nec audeant vos rustici
+      Plagis verberare!
+
+    "Rusticus dum se
+      Sentit ebriatum,
+    Clericum non reputat
+      Militem armatum.
+    Vere plane consulo
+      Ut abstineatis,
+    Nec unquam cum rusticis
+      Tabernam ineatis."
+
+The affinities of the Wandering Students were rather with the Church
+than with laymen of any degree. They piqued themselves upon their
+title of _Clerici_, and added the epithet of _Vagi_. We shall see in
+the sequel that they stood in a peculiar relation of dependence upon
+ecclesiastical society.
+
+According to tendencies prevalent in the Middle Ages, they became a
+sort of guild, and proclaimed themselves with pride an Order. Nothing
+is more clearly marked in their poetry than the _esprit de corps_,
+which animates them with a cordial sense of brotherhood.[9] The same
+tendencies which prompted their association required that they should
+have a patron saint. But as the confraternity was anything but
+religious, this saint, or rather this eponymous hero, had to be a
+Rabelaisian character. He was called Golias, and his flock received
+the generic name of Goliardi. Golias was father and master; the
+Goliardi were his family, his sons, and pupils. _Familia Goliae_,
+_Magister Golias_, _Pueri Goliae_, _Discipulus Goliae_, are phrases to
+be culled from the rubrics of their literature.
+
+Much has been conjectured regarding these names and titles. Was Golias
+a real person? Did he give his own name to the Goliardi; or was he
+invented after the Goliardi had already acquired their designation? In
+either case, ought we to connect both words with the Latin _gula_, and
+so regard the Goliardi as notable gluttons; or with the Provençal
+_goliar_, _gualiar_, _gualiardor_, which carry a significance of
+deceit? Had Golias anything to do with Goliath of the Bible, the great
+Philistine, who in the present day would more properly be chosen as
+the hero of those classes which the students held in horror?
+
+It is not easy to answer these questions. All we know for certain is,
+that the term Goliardus was in common medieval use, and was employed
+as a synonym for Wandering Scholar in ecclesiastical documents. _Vagi
+scholares aut Goliardi--joculatores, goliardi seu bufones--goliardia
+vel histrionatus--vagi scholares qui goliardi vel histriones alio
+nomine appellantur--clerici ribaudi, maxime qui dicuntur de familia
+Goliae_: so run the acts of several Church Councils.[10] The word
+passed into modern languages. The _Grandes Chroniques de S. Denis_
+speak of _jugleor, enchanteor, goliardois, et autres manières de
+menestrieux_. Chaucer, in his description of the Miller, calls this
+merry narrator of fabliaux _a jangler and a goliardeis_. In _Piers
+Ploughman_ the _goliardeis_ is further explained to be _a glutton of
+words_, and talks in Latin rhyme.[11]
+
+Giraldus Cambrensis, during whose lifetime the name Golias first came
+into vogue, thought that this father of the Goliardic family was a
+real person.[12] He writes of him thus:--"A certain parasite called
+Golias, who in our time obtained wide notoriety for his gluttony and
+lechery, and by addiction to gulosity and debauchery deserved his
+surname, being of excellent culture but of bad manners, and of no
+moral discipline, uttered oftentimes and in many forms, both of rhythm
+and metre, infamous libels against the Pope and Curia of Rome, with no
+less impudence than imprudence." This is perhaps the most outspoken
+utterance with regard to the eponymous hero of the Goliardic class
+which we possess, and it deserves a close inspection.
+
+In the first place, Giraldus attributes the satiric poems which
+passed under the name of Golias to a single author famous in his days,
+and says of this poet that he used both modern rhythms and classical
+metres. The description would apply to Gualtherus de Insula, Walter of
+Lille, or, as he is also called, Walter of Chatillon; for some of this
+Walter's satires are composed in a curious mixture of the rhyming
+measures of the medieval hymns with classical hexameters.[13] Yet had
+Giraldus been pointing at Walter of Lille, a notable personage in his
+times, there is no good reason to suppose that he would have
+suppressed his real name, or have taken for granted that Golias was a
+_bona fide_ surname. On the theory that he knew Golias to be a mere
+nickname, and was aware that Walter of Lille was the actual satirist,
+we should have to explain his paragraph by the hypothesis that he
+chose to sneer at him under his _nom de guerre_ instead of
+stigmatising him openly in person.
+
+His remarks, at any rate, go far toward disposing of the old belief
+that the Goliardic satires were the work of Thomas Mapes. Giraldus was
+an intimate friend of that worthy, who deserves well of all lovers of
+medieval romance as a principal contributor to the Arthurian cycle. It
+is hardly possible that Giraldus should have gibbeted such a man under
+the sobriquet of Golias.
+
+But what, it may be asked, if Walter of Lille, without the cognisance
+of our English annalist, had in France obtained the chief fame of
+these poems? what if they afterwards were attributed in England to
+another Walter, his contemporary, himself a satirist of the monastic
+orders? The fact that Walter of Lille was known in Latin as Gualtherus
+de Insula, or Walter of the Island, may have confirmed the
+misapprehension thus suggested. It should be added that the ascription
+of the Goliardic satires to Walter Mapes or Map first occurs in MSS.
+of the fourteenth century.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 6: See the drinking song printed in _Walter Mapes_, p. xlv.,
+and _Carm. Bur._, pp. 198, 179.]
+
+[Footnote 7: _Carm. Bur._, p. 249, note. There is a variation in the
+parody printed by Wright, _Rel. Antiq._, ii.]
+
+[Footnote 8: See A.P. von Bärnstein's little volume, _Ubi sunt qui
+ante nos_, p. 46.]
+
+[Footnote 9: See especially the songs _Ordo Noster_ and _Nos
+Vagabunduli_, translated below in Section xiii.]
+
+[Footnote 10: See Wright's introduction to _Walter Mapes_.]
+
+[Footnote 11: Ibid.]
+
+[Footnote 12: Ibid.]
+
+[Footnote 13: See Müldner, _Die zehn Gedichte des Walther von Lille_.
+1859. Walter Mapes (ed. Wright) is credited with five of these
+satires, including two which close each stanza with a hexameter from
+Juvenal, Virgil, Ovid, Lucan, Horace.]
+
+
+
+
+VIII.
+
+
+I do not think there is much probability of arriving at certainty with
+regard to the problems indicated in the foregoing section. We must be
+content to accept the names Golias and Goliardi as we find them, and
+to treat of this literature as the product of a class, from the midst
+of which, as it is clear to any critic, more than one poet rose to
+eminence.
+
+One thing appears manifest from the references to the Goliardi which I
+have already quoted. That is, that the Wandering Students ranked in
+common estimation with jongleurs, buffoons, and minstrels. Both
+classes held a similar place in medieval society. Both were parasites
+devoted to the entertainment of their superiors in rank. Both were
+unattached, except by occasional engagements, to any fixed abode. But
+while the minstrels found their temporary homes in the castles of the
+nobility, we have reason to believe that the Goliardi haunted abbeys
+and amused the leisure of ecclesiastical lords.
+
+The personality of the writer disappears in nearly all the _Carmina
+Vagorum_. Instead of a poet with a name, we find a type; and the verse
+is put into the mouth of Golias himself, or the Archipoeta, or the
+Primate of the order. This merging of the individual in the class of
+which he forms a part is eminently characteristic of popular
+literature, and separates the Goliardic songs from those of the
+Provençal Troubadours. The emotions to which popular poetry gives
+expression are generic rather than personal. They are such that all
+the world, granted common sympathies and common proclivities, can feel
+them and adopt the mode of utterance invented for them by the singer.
+If there be any bar to their universal acceptance, it is only such as
+may belong to the peculiar conditions of the social class from which
+they have emanated. The _Rispetti_ of Tuscany imply a certain form of
+peasant life. The _Carmina Vagorum_ are coloured to some extent by the
+prejudices and proclivities of vagabond existence.
+
+Trenchantly true as the inspiration of a popular lyric may be,
+inevitable as may be the justice of its sentiment, unerring as may be
+its touch upon reality, still it lacks the note which marks it out for
+one man's utterance among a thousand. Composing it, the one has made
+himself the mouthpiece of the thousand. What the _Volkslied_ gains in
+universality it loses in individuality of character. Its applicability
+to human nature at large is obtained at the sacrifice of that
+interest which belongs to special circumstances. It suits every one
+who grieves or loves or triumphs. It does not indicate the love, the
+grief, the triumph of this man and no other. It possesses the pathos
+and the beauty of countless human lives prolonged through inarticulate
+generations, finding utterance at last in it. It is deficient in that
+particular intonation which makes a Shelley's voice differ from a
+Leopardi's, Petrarch's sonnets for Laura differ from Sidney's sonnets
+for Stella. It has always less of perceptible artistic effect, more
+enduring human quality. Some few of its lines are so well found, so
+rightly said, that they possess the certainty of natural things--a
+quality rare in the works of all but the greatest known poets. But
+these phrases with the accent of truest truth are often embedded in
+mere generalities and repetitions.
+
+These characteristics of popular poetry help to explain the frequent
+recurrence of the same ideas, the same expressions, the same stanzas
+even, in the lyrics of the Goliardi. A _Volkslied_, once created,
+becomes common property. It flies abroad like thistledown; settles and
+sows its seed; is maimed and mutilated; is improved or altered for the
+worse; is curtailed, expanded, adapted to divers purposes at different
+times and in very different relations.
+
+We may dismiss the problem of authorship partly as insoluble, partly
+as of slight importance for a literature which is manifestly popular.
+With even greater brevity may the problem of nationality be disposed
+of. Some critics have claimed an Italian, some an English, some a
+French, and some a German origin for the _Carmina Vagorum_. The truth
+is that, just as the _Clerici Vagi_ were themselves of all nations, so
+were their songs; and the use of a Latin common to all Europe in the
+Middle Ages renders it difficult even to conjecture the soil from
+which any particular lyric may have sprung. As is natural, a German
+codex contains more songs of Teutonic origin; an English displays
+greater abundance of English compositions. I have already observed
+that our two chief sources of Goliardic literature have many elements
+in common; but the treasures of the Benedictbeuern MS. differ in
+complexion from those of the Harleian in important minor details; and
+it is probable that if French and Italian stores were properly
+ransacked--which has not yet been done--we should note in them similar
+characteristic divergences.
+
+The _Carmina Burana_, by their frequent references to linden-trees and
+nightingales, and their numerous German refrains, indicate a German
+home for the poems on spring and love, in which they are specially
+rich.[14] The collections of our own land have an English turn of
+political thought; the names Anglia and Anglus not unfrequently occur;
+and the use of the word "Schellinck" in one of the _Carmina Burana_
+may point, perhaps, to an English origin. France claims her own, not
+only in the acknowledged pieces of Walter de Lille, but also in a few
+which exhibit old French refrains. To Italian conditions, if not to
+Italian poets, we may refer those that introduce spreading pines or
+olive-trees into their pictures, and one which yields the refrain
+_Bela mia_. The most important lyric of the series, _Golias'
+Confession_, was undoubtedly written at Pavia, but whether by an
+Italian or not we do not know. The probability is rather, perhaps, in
+favour of Teutonic authorship, since this _Confession_ is addressed to
+a German prelate. Here it may be noticed that the proper names of
+places and people are frequently altered to suit different countries;
+while in some cases they are indicated by an N, sufficiently
+suggestive of their generality. Thus the _Confession of Golias_ in the
+_Carmina Burana_ mentions _Electe Coloniae_; in an English version,
+introduces _Praesul Coventriae_. The prayer for alms, which I have
+translated in Section xiii., is addressed to _Decus N----_, thou
+honour of Norwich town, or Wittenberg, or wherever the wandering
+scholar may have chanced to be.
+
+With regard to the form and diction of the _Carmina Vagorum_, it is
+enough to say two things at the present time. First, a large portion
+of these pieces, including a majority of the satires and longer
+descriptive poems, are composed in measures borrowed from hymnology,
+follow the diction of the Church, and imitate the double-rhyming
+rhythms of her sequences. It is not unnatural, this being the case,
+that parodies of hymns should be comparatively common. Of these I
+shall produce some specimens in the course of this study. Secondly,
+those which do not exhibit popular hymn measures are clearly written
+for melodies, some of them very complicated in structure, suggesting
+part-songs and madrigals, with curious interlacing of long and short
+lines, double and single rhymes, recurrent ritournelles, and so forth.
+
+The ingenuity with which these poets adapted their language to the
+exigencies of the tune, taxing the fertility of Latin rhymes, and
+setting off the long sonorous words to great advantage, deserves
+admiring comment. At their best, it is almost impossible to reproduce
+in English the peculiar effects of their melodic artifices. But there
+is another side to the matter. At their worst, these Latin lyrics,
+moulded on a tune, degenerate into disjointed verbiage, sound and
+adaptation to song prevailing over sense and satisfaction to the mind.
+It must, however, be remembered that such lyrics, sometimes now almost
+unintelligible, have come down to us with a very mutilated text, after
+suffering the degradations through frequent oral transmission to which
+popular poetry is peculiarly liable.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 14: The more I study the songs of love and wine in this
+codex, the more convinced am I that they have their origin for the
+most part in South-Western Germany, Bavaria, the Bodensee, and
+Elsass.]
+
+
+
+
+IX.
+
+
+It is easier to say what the Goliardi wrote about than who the writers
+were, and what they felt and thought than by what names they were
+baptised. The mass of their literature, as it is at present known to
+us, divides into two broad classes. The one division includes poems
+on the themes of vagabond existence, the truant life of these
+capricious students; on spring-time and its rural pleasure; on love in
+many phases and for divers kinds of women; lastly, on wine and on the
+dice-box. The other division is devoted to graver topics; to satires
+on society, touching especially the Roman Court, and criticising
+eminent ecclesiastics in all countries; to moral dissertations, and to
+discourses on the brevity of life.
+
+Of the two divisions, the former yields by far the livelier image of
+the men we have to deal with. It will therefore form the staple of my
+argument. The latter blends at so many points with medieval literature
+of the monastic kind, that it is chiefly distinguished by boldness of
+censure and sincerity of invective. In these qualities the serious
+poems of the Goliardi, emanating from a class of men who moved behind
+the scenes and yet were free to speak their thoughts, are unique.
+Written with the satirist's eye upon the object of his sarcasm, tinged
+with the license of his vagabondage, throbbing with the passionate and
+nonchalant afflatus of the wine-cup, they wing their flight like
+poisoned arrows or plumed serpents with unerring straightness at
+abuses in high places.
+
+The wide space occupied by Nature in the secular poems of the Goliardi
+is remarkable. As a background to their love-songs we always find the
+woods and fields of May, abundant flowers and gushing rivulets,
+lime-trees and pines and olive-trees, through which soft winds are
+blowing. There are rose-bowers and nightingales; fauns, nymphs, and
+satyrs dancing on the sward. Choirs of mortal maidens emerge in the
+midst of this Claude-landscape. The scene, meanwhile, has been painted
+from experience, and felt with the enthusiasm of affection. It
+breathes of healthy open air, of life upon the road, of casual joys
+and wayside pleasure, snatched with careless heart by men whose tastes
+are natural. There is very little of the alcove or the closet in this
+verse; and the touch upon the world is so infantine, so tender, that
+we are indulgent to the generalities with which the poets deal.
+
+What has been said about popular poetry applies also to popular
+painting. In the landscapes of Goliardic literature there is nothing
+specific to a single locality--no name like Vaucluse, no pregnant
+touch that indicates one scene selected from a thousand. The landscape
+is always a background, more northern or more southern as the case may
+be, but penetrated with the feeling of the man who has been happy or
+has suffered there. This feeling, broadly, sensuously diffused, as in
+a masterpiece of Titian, prepares us for the human element to be
+exhibited.
+
+The foreground of these pictures is occupied by a pair of lovers
+meeting after the long winter's separation, a dance upon the village
+green, a young man gazing on the mistress he adores, a disconsolate
+exile from his home, the courtship of a student and a rustic beauty,
+or perhaps the grieved and melancholy figure of one whose sweetheart
+has proved faithless. Such actors in the comedy of life are defined
+with fervent intensity of touch against the leafy vistas of the
+scene. The lyrical cry emerges clear and sharp in all that concerns
+their humanity.
+
+The quality of love expressed is far from being either platonic or
+chivalrous. It is love of the sensuous, impulsive, appetitive kind, to
+which we give the name of Pagan. The finest outbursts of passion are
+emanations from a potent sexual desire. Meanwhile, nothing indicates
+the character or moral quality of either man or woman. The student and
+the girl are always _vis-à-vis_, fixed characters in this lyrical
+love-drama. He calls her Phyllis, Flora, Lydia, Glycerion, Caecilia.
+He remains unnamed, his physical emotion sufficing for personal
+description. The divinity presiding over them is Venus. Jove and
+Danae, Cupid and the Graces, Paris and Helen, follow in her train. All
+the current classical mythology is laid under cheap contribution. Yet
+the central emotion, the young man's heart's desire, is so vividly
+portrayed, that we seem to be overhearing the triumphant ebullition or
+the melancholy love-lament of a real soul.
+
+
+
+
+X.
+
+
+The sentiment of love is so important in the songs of the Wandering
+Students, that it may not be superfluous at this point to cull a few
+emphatic phrases which illustrate the core of their emotion, and to
+present these in the original Latin.
+
+I may first observe to what a large extent the ideas of spring and of
+female society were connected at that epoch. Winter was a dreary
+period, during which a man bore his fate and suffered. He emerged from
+it into sunshine, brightened by the intercourse with women, which was
+then made possible. This is how the winter is described:[15]--
+
+    "In omni loco congruo
+    Sermonis oblectatio
+    Cum sexu femineo
+    Evanuit omni modo."
+
+Of the true love-songs, only one refers expressly to the winter
+season. That, however, is the lyric upon Flora, which contains a
+detailed study of plastic form in the bold spirit of the Goliardic
+style.[16]
+
+The particularity with which the personal charms of women are
+described deserves attention. The portrait of Flora, to which I have
+just alluded, might be cited as one of the best specimens. But the
+slightest shades are discriminated, as in this touch:[17]--
+
+    "Labellulis
+    Castigate tumentibus."
+
+One girl has long tawny tresses: _Caesaries subrubea_. Another is
+praised for the masses of her dark hair: _Frons nimirum coronata,
+supercilium nigrata_. Roses and lilies vie, of course, upon the cheeks
+of all; and sometimes their sweetness surpasses the lily of the
+valley. From time to time a touch of truer poetry occurs; as, for
+instance[18]--
+
+    "O decora super ora
+    Belli Absalonis!"
+
+Or take again the outburst of passion in this stanza, where both the
+rhythm and the ponderous Latin words, together with the abrupt
+transition from the third to the fourth line, express a fine
+exaltation:[19]--
+
+    "Frons et gula, labra, mentum
+    Dant amoris alimentum;
+    Crines ejus adamavi,
+    Quoniam fuere flavi."
+
+The same kind of enthusiasm is more elaborately worked out in the
+following comparisons:[20]--
+
+    "Matutini sideris
+    Jubar praeis,
+    Et lilium
+    Rosaque periere:
+    Micat ebur dentium
+    Per labium,
+    Ut Sirium
+    Credat quis enitere."
+
+As might be expected, such lovers were not satisfied with
+contemplative pleasures:[21]--
+
+    "Visu, colloquio,
+    Contactu, basio,
+    Frui virgo dederat;
+    Sed aberat
+    Linea posterior
+    Et melior amori,
+    Quam nisi transiero,
+    De cetero
+    Sunt quae dantur alia
+    Materia furori."
+
+The conclusion of this song, which, taken in its integrity, deserves
+to be regarded as typical of what is pagan in this erotic literature,
+may be studied in the Appendix to _Carmina Burana_.
+
+Occasionally the lover's desire touches a higher point of
+spirituality:[22]--
+
+    "Non tactu sanabor labiorum,
+    Nisi cor unum fiat duorum
+    Et idem velle. Vale, flos florum!"
+
+Occasionally, the sensuous fervour assumes a passionate
+intensity:[23]--
+
+    "Nocte cum ea si dormiero,
+    Si sua labra semel suxero,
+    Mortem subire, placenter obire, vitamque finire,
+    Libens potero."
+
+Very rarely there is a strong desire expressed for fidelity, as in a
+beautiful lyric of absence, which I hope to give translated in full in
+my 17th Section.
+
+But the end to be attained is always such as is summed up in these
+brief words placed upon a girl's lips:[24]--
+
+    "Dulcissime,
+    Totam tibi subdo me."
+
+And the motto of both sexes is this:[25]--
+
+    "Quicquid agant alii,
+    Juvenes amemus."
+
+It may be added, in conclusion, that the sweethearts of our students
+seem to have been mostly girls of the working and rustic classes,
+sometimes women of bad fame, rarely married women. In no case that has
+come beneath my notice is there any hint that one of them aspired to
+such amours with noble ladies as distinguished the Troubadours. A
+democratic tone, a tone of the proletariate, is rather strangely blent
+with the display of learning, and with the more than common literary
+skill apparent in their work.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 15: _Carm. Bur._, p. 174.]
+
+[Footnote 16: Ibid., p. 149, translated below in Section xvii.]
+
+[Footnote 17: Ibid., p. 130.]
+
+[Footnote 18: _Carm. Bur._, p. 200.]
+
+[Footnote 19: Ibid., p. 231.]
+
+[Footnote 20: Ibid., p. 121.]
+
+[Footnote 21: Ibid., p. 135.]
+
+[Footnote 22: _Carm. Bur._, p. 145.]
+
+[Footnote 23: Ibid., p. 230.]
+
+
+
+
+XI.
+
+
+The drinking-songs are equally spontaneous and fresh. Anacreon pales
+before the brilliancy of the Archipoeta when wine is in his veins, and
+the fountain of the Bacchic chant swells with gushes of strongly
+emphasised bold double rhymes, each throbbing like a man's firm
+stroke upon the strings of lyres. A fine audacity breathes through the
+praises of the wine-god, sometimes rising to lyric rapture, sometimes
+sinking to parody and innuendo, but always carrying the bard on
+rolling wheels along the paths of song. The reality of the inspiration
+is indubitable. These Bacchanalian choruses have been indited in the
+tavern, with a crowd of topers round the poet, with the rattle of the
+dice-box ringing in his ears, and with the facile maidens of his
+volatile amours draining the wine-cup at his elbow.
+
+Wine is celebrated as the source of pleasure in social life,
+provocative of love, parent of poetry:[26]--
+
+    "Bacchus forte superans
+      Pectora virorum
+    In amorem concitat
+      Animos eorum.
+
+    "Bacchus saepe visitans
+      Mulierum genus
+    Facit eas subditas
+      Tibi, O tu Venus!"
+
+From his temple, the tavern, water-drinkers and fastidious persons are
+peremptorily warned:[27]--
+
+    "Qui potare non potestis,
+    Ite procul ab his festis;
+    Non est hic locus modestis:
+    Devitantur plus quam pestis."
+
+The tavern is loved better than the church, and a bowl of wine than
+the sacramental chalice:[28]--
+
+    "Magis quam ecclesiam
+      Diligo tabernam."
+
+    "Mihi sapit dulcius
+      Vinum de taberna,
+    Quam quod aqua miscuit
+      Praesulis pincerna."
+
+As in the love-songs, so in these drinking-songs we find no lack of
+mythological allusions. Nor are the grammatical quibbles, which might
+also have been indicated as a defect of the erotic poetry, conspicuous
+by absence. But both alike are impotent to break the spell of evident
+sincerity. We discount them as belonging to the euphuism of a certain
+epoch, and are rather surprised than otherwise that they should not be
+more apparent. The real and serious defect of Goliardic literature is
+not affectation, but something very different, which I shall try to
+indicate in the last Section of this treatise. Venus and Helen, Liber
+and Lyaeus, are but the current coin of poetic diction common to the
+whole student class. These Olympian deities merge without a note of
+discord into the dim background of a medieval pothouse or the sylvan
+shades of some ephemeral amour, leaving the realism of natural
+appetite in either case untouched.
+
+It is by no means the thin and conventional sprinkling of classical
+erudition which makes these poems of the Goliardi pagan, and reminds
+the student of Renaissance art. Conversely, the scholastic plays on
+words which they contain do not stamp them out as medieval. Both of
+these qualities are _rococo_ and superficial rather than essential and
+distinctive in their style. After making due allowances for either
+element of oddity, a true connoisseur will gratefully appreciate the
+spontaneous note of enjoyment, the disengagement from ties and duties
+imposed by temporal respectability, the frank animalism, which
+connects these vivid hymns to Bacchus and Venus with past Aristophanes
+and future Rabelais. They celebrate the eternal presence of
+mirth-making powers in hearts of men, apart from time and place and
+varying dogmas which do not concern deities of Nature.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 24: _Carm. Bur._, p. 133.]
+
+[Footnote 25: Ibid., p. 251.]
+
+[Footnote 26: _Carm. Bur._, p. 238.]
+
+[Footnote 27: Ibid., p. 240.]
+
+[Footnote 28: Wright's _Walter Mapes_, p. xlv.; _Carm. Bur._, p. 69.]
+
+
+
+
+XII.
+
+
+The time has now come for me to introduce my reader to the versions I
+have made from the songs of Wandering Students. I must remind him
+that, while the majority of these translations aim at literal
+exactness and close imitation of the originals in rhyme and structure,
+others are more paraphrastic. It has always been my creed that a good
+translation should resemble a plaster-cast; the English being _plaquè_
+upon the original, so as to reproduce its exact form, although it
+cannot convey the effects of bronze or marble, which belong to the
+material of the work of art. But this method has not always seemed to
+me the most desirable for rendering poems, an eminent quality of which
+is facility and spontaneity. In order to obtain that quality in our
+language, the form has occasionally to be sacrificed.
+
+What Coleridge has reported to have said of Southey may be applied to
+a translator. He too "is in some sort like an elegant setter of
+jewels; the stones are not his own: he gives them all the advantage of
+his art, but not their native brilliancy." I feel even more than this
+when I attempt translation, and reflect that, unlike the jeweller, it
+is my doom to reduce the lustre of the gems I handle, even if I do not
+substitute paste and pebbles. Yet I am frequently enticed to repeat
+experiments, which afterwards I regard in the light of failures. What
+allures me first is the pleasure of passing into that intimate
+familiarity with art which only a copyist or a translator enjoys. I am
+next impelled by the desire to fix the attention of readers on things
+which I admire, and which are possibly beyond their scope of view.
+Lastly comes that _ignis fatuus_ of the hope, for ever renewed, if
+also for ever disappointed, that some addition may be made in this way
+to the wealth of English poetry. A few exquisite pieces in Latin
+literature, the Catullian _Ille mi par_, for example, a few in our
+own, such as Jonson's _Drink to me only with thine eyes_, are
+translations. Possibly the miracle of such poetic transmutation may be
+repeated for me; possibly an English song may come to birth by my
+means also. With this hope in view, the translator is strongly tempted
+to engraft upon his versions elegances in the spirit of his native
+language, or to use the motives of the original for improvisations in
+his own manner. I must plead guilty to having here and there yielded
+to this temptation, as may appear upon comparison of my English with
+the Latin. All translation is a compromise; and while being conscious
+of having to sacrifice much, the translator finds himself often
+seeking to add something as a makeweight.
+
+I shall divide my specimens into nine Sections. The first will include
+those which deal with the Order of Wandering Students in general,
+winding up with the _Confession_ ascribed to Golias, the father of the
+family. The second, third, fourth, and fifth are closely connected,
+since they contain spring-songs, pastorals, descriptive poems touching
+upon love, and erotic lyrics. The sixth Section will be devoted to a
+few songs of exile, doubt, and sorrow. In the seventh we shall reach
+anacreontics on the theme of wine, passing in the eighth to parodies
+and comic pieces. Four or five serious compositions will close the
+list in the ninth Section.
+
+At the end of the book I mean to print a table containing detailed
+references to the originals of the songs I have chosen for
+translation, together with an index of the principal works that have
+been published on this subject.
+
+
+
+
+XIII.
+
+
+The first song which concerns the Order of Wandering Students in
+general has been attributed to the Archipoeta or head-bard of the
+guild. Whoever this poet may have been, it is to him that we owe the
+_Confession of Golias_, by far the most spirited composition of the
+whole Goliardic species. I do not think the style of the poem on the
+Order, though it belongs to a good period, justifies our ascribing it
+to so inspired and genial a lyrist.
+
+The argument runs as follows. Just as commission was given to the
+Apostles to go forth and preach in the whole world, so have the
+Wandering Students a vocation to travel, and to test the hearts of men
+wherever they may sojourn. A burlesque turn is given to this function
+of the _Vagi_. Yet their consciousness of a satiric mission, their
+willingness to pose as critics of society from the independent
+vantage-ground of vagabondage, seems seriously hinted at.
+
+The chief part of the song is devoted to a description of the
+comprehensive nature of the Order, which receives all sorts and
+conditions of men, and makes no distinction of nationality. The
+habitual poverty of its members, their favourite pastimes and vices,
+their love of gaming and hatred of early rising, are set forth with
+some humour.
+
+
+
+
+ON THE ORDER OF WANDERING STUDENTS.
+
+No. 1.
+
+
+    At the mandate, Go ye forth,
+      Through the whole world hurry!
+    Priests tramp out toward south and north,
+      Monks and hermits skurry,
+    Levites smooth the gospel leave,
+      Bent on ambulation;
+    Each and all to our sect cleave,
+      Which is life's salvation.
+
+    In this sect of ours 'tis writ:
+      Prove all things in season;
+    Weigh this life and judge of it
+      By your riper reason;
+    'Gainst all evil clerks be you
+      Steadfast in resistance,
+    Who refuse large tithe and due
+      Unto your subsistence.
+
+    Marquesses, Bavarians,
+      Austrians and Saxons,
+    Noblemen and chiefs of clans,
+      Glorious by your actions!
+    Listen, comrades all, I pray,
+      To these new decretals:
+    Misers they must meet decay,
+      Niggardly gold-beetles.
+
+    We the laws of charity
+      Found, nor let them crumble;
+    For into our order we
+      Take both high and humble;
+    Rich and poor men we receive,
+      In our bosom cherish;
+    Welcome those the shavelings leave
+      At their doors to perish.
+
+    We receive the tonsured monk,
+      Let him take his pittance;
+    And the parson with his punk,
+      If he craves admittance;
+    Masters with their bands of boys,
+      Priests with high dominion;
+    But the scholar who enjoys
+      Just one coat's our minion!
+
+    This our sect doth entertain
+      Just men and unjust ones;
+    Halt, lame, weak of limb or brain,
+      Strong men and robust ones;
+    Those who flourish in their pride,
+      Those whom age makes stupid;
+    Frigid folk and hot folk fried
+      In the fires of Cupid.
+
+    Tranquil souls and bellicose,
+      Peacemaker and foeman;
+    Czech and Hun, and mixed with those
+      German, Slav, and Roman;
+    Men of middling size and weight,
+      Dwarfs and giants mighty;
+    Men of modest heart and state,
+      Vain men, proud and flighty.
+
+    Of the Wanderers' order I
+      Tell the Legislature--
+    They whose life is free and high,
+      Gentle too their nature--
+    They who'd rather scrape a fat
+      Dish in gravy swimming,
+    Than in sooth to marvel at
+      Barns with barley brimming.
+
+    Now this order, as I ken,
+      Is called sect or section,
+    Since its sectaries are men
+      Divers in complexion;
+    Therefore _hic_ and _haec_ and _hoc_
+      Suit it in declension,
+    Since so multiform a flock
+      Here finds comprehension.
+
+    This our order hath decried
+      Matins with a warning;
+    For that certain phantoms glide
+      In the early morning,
+    Whereby pass into man's brain
+      Visions of vain folly;
+    Early risers are insane,
+      Racked by melancholy.
+
+    This our order doth proscribe
+      All the year round matins;
+    When they've left their beds, our tribe
+      In the tap sing latins;
+    There they call for wine for all,
+      Roasted fowl and chicken;
+    Hazard's threats no hearts appal,
+      Though his strokes still thicken.
+
+    This our order doth forbid
+      Double clothes with loathing:
+    He whose nakedness is hid
+      With one vest hath clothing:
+    Soon one throws his cloak aside
+      At the dice-box calling;
+    Next his girdle is untied,
+      While the cards are falling.
+
+    What I've said of upper clothes
+      To the nether reaches;
+    They who own a shirt, let those
+      Think no more of breeches;
+    If one boasts big boots to use,
+      Let him leave his gaiters;
+    They who this firm law refuse
+      Shall be counted traitors.
+
+    No one, none shall wander forth
+      Fasting from the table;
+    If thou'rt poor, from south and north
+      Beg as thou art able!
+    Hath it not been often seen
+      That one coin brings many,
+    When a gamester on the green
+      Stakes his lucky penny?
+
+    No one on the road should walk
+      'Gainst the wind--'tis madness;
+    Nor in poverty shall stalk
+      With a face of sadness;
+    Let him bear him bravely then,
+      Hope sustain his spirit;
+    After heavy trials men
+      Better luck inherit!
+
+    While throughout the world you rove,
+      Thus uphold your banners;
+    Give these reasons why you prove
+      Hearts of men and manners:
+    "To reprove the reprobate,
+      Probity approving,
+    Improbate from approbate
+      To remove, I'm moving."
+
+The next song is a lament for the decay of the Order and the
+suppression of its privileges. It was written, to all appearances, at
+a later date, and is inferior in style. The Goliardi had already, we
+learn from it, exchanged poverty for luxury. Instead of tramping on
+the hard hoof, they moved with a retinue of mounted servants. We seem
+to trace in the lament a change from habits of simple vagabondage to
+professional dependence, as minstrels and secretaries, upon men of
+rank in Church and State, which came over the Goliardic class. This
+poem, it may be mentioned, does not occur in the _Carmina Burana_, nor
+is it included among those which bear the name of Walter Mapes or Map.
+
+
+
+
+ON THE DECAY OF THE ORDER.
+
+No. 2.
+
+
+    Once (it was in days of yore)
+      This our order flourished;
+    Popes, whom Cardinals adore,
+      It with honours nourished;
+    Licences desirable
+      They gave, nought desiring;
+    While our prayers, the beads we tell,
+      Served us for our hiring.
+
+    Now this order (so time runs)
+      Is made tributary;
+    With the ruck of Adam's sons
+      We must draw and carry;
+    Ground by common serfdom down,
+      By our debts confounded,
+    Debts to market-place and town
+      With the Jews compounded.
+
+    Once ('twas when the simple state
+      Of our order lasted)
+    All men praised us, no man's hate
+      Harried us or wasted;
+    Rates and taxes on our crew
+      There was none to levy;
+    But the sect, douce men and true,
+      Served God in a bevy.
+
+    Now some envious folks, who spy
+      Sumptuous equipages,
+    Horses, litters passing by,
+      And a host of pages,
+    Say, "Unless their purses were
+      Quite with wealth o'erflowing,
+    They could never thus, I swear,
+      Round about be going!"
+
+    Such men do not think nor own
+      How with toil we bend us,
+    Not to feed ourselves alone,
+      But the folk who tend us:
+    On all comers, all who come,
+      We our substance lavish,
+    Therefore 'tis a trifling sum
+      For ourselves we ravish.
+
+    On this subject, at this time,
+      What we've said suffices:
+    Let us leave it, lead the rhyme
+      Back to our devices:
+    We the miseries of this life
+      Bear with cheerful spirit,
+    That Heaven's bounty after strife
+      We may duly merit.
+
+    'Tis a sign that God the Lord
+      Will not let us perish,
+    Since with scourge and rod and sword
+      He our souls doth cherish;
+    He amid this vale of woes
+      Makes us bear the burden,
+    That true joys in heaven's repose
+      May be ours for guerdon.
+
+Next in order to these poems, which display the Wandering Students as
+a class, I will produce two that exhibit their mode of life in detail.
+The first is a begging petition, addressed by a scholar on the tramp
+to the great man of the place where he is staying. The name of the
+place, as I have already noticed, is only indicated by an N. The nasal
+whine of a suppliant for alms, begging, as Erasmus begged, not in the
+name of charity, but of learning, makes itself heard both in the
+rhyme and rhythm of the original Latin. I have tried to follow the
+sing-song doggerel.
+
+
+
+
+A WANDERING STUDENT'S PETITION.
+
+No. 3.
+
+
+    I, a wandering scholar lad,
+      Born for toil and sadness,
+    Oftentimes am driven by
+      Poverty to madness.
+
+    Literature and knowledge I
+      Fain would still be earning,
+    Were it not that want of pelf
+      Makes me cease from learning.
+
+    These torn clothes that cover me
+      Are too thin and rotten;
+    Oft I have to suffer cold,
+      By the warmth forgotten.
+
+    Scarce I can attend at church,
+      Sing God's praises duly;
+    Mass and vespers both I miss,
+      Though I love them truly.
+
+    Oh, thou pride of N----,
+      By thy worth I pray thee
+    Give the suppliant help in need,
+      Heaven will sure repay thee.
+
+    Take a mind unto thee now
+      Like unto St. Martin;
+    Clothe the pilgrim's nakedness,
+      Wish him well at parting.
+
+    So may God translate your soul
+      Into peace eternal,
+    And the bliss of saints be yours
+      In His realm supernal.
+
+The second is a jovial _Song of the Open Road_, throbbing with the
+exhilaration of young life and madcap impudence. We must imagine that
+two vagabond students are drinking together before they part upon
+their several ways. One addresses the other as _frater catholice, vir
+apostolice_, vows to befriend him, and expounds the laws of loyalty
+which bind the brotherhood together. To the rest of the world they are
+a terror and a nuisance. Honest folk are jeeringly forbidden to beware
+of the _quadrivium_, which is apt to form a fourfold rogue instead of
+a scholar in four branches of knowledge.
+
+The Latin metre is so light, careless, and airy, that I must admit an
+almost complete failure to do it justice in my English version. The
+refrain appears intended to imitate a bugle-call.
+
+
+
+
+A SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD.
+
+No. 4.
+
+
+    We in our wandering,
+    Blithesome and squandering,
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Eat to satiety,
+    Drink with propriety;
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Laugh till our sides we split,
+    Rags on our hides we fit;
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Jesting eternally,
+    Quaffing infernally:
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Craft's in the bone of us,
+    Fear 'tis unknown of us:
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    When we're in neediness,
+    Thieve we with greediness:
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Brother catholical,
+    Man apostolical,
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Say what you will have done,
+    What you ask 'twill be done!
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Folk, fear the toss of the
+    Horns of philosophy!
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Here comes a quadruple
+    Spoiler and prodigal!
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    License and vanity
+    Pamper insanity:
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    As the Pope bade us do,
+    Brother to brother's true:
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Brother, best friend, adieu!
+    Now, I must part from you!
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    When will our meeting be?
+    Glad shall our greeting be!
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Vows valedictory
+    Now have the victory;
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Clasped on each other's breast,
+    Brother to brother pressed,
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+In the fourth place I insert the _Confession of Golias_. This
+important composition lays bare the inner nature of a Wandering
+Student, describing his vagrant habits, his volatile and
+indiscriminate amours, his passion for the dice-box, his devotion to
+wine, and the poetic inspiration he was wont to draw from it.
+
+In England this _Confession_ was attributed to Walter Map; and the
+famous drinking-song, on which the Archdeacon of Oxford's reputation
+principally rests in modern times, was extracted from the stanzas II
+_et seq._[29] But, though Wright is unwilling to refuse Map such
+honour as may accrue to his fame from the composition, we have little
+reason to regard it as his work. The song was clearly written at
+Pavia--a point inexplicably overlooked by Wright in the note appended
+to stanza 9--and the Archbishop-elect of Cologne, who is appealed to
+by name in stanza 24, was Reinald von Dassel, a minister of Frederick
+Barbarossa. This circumstance enables us to determine the date of the
+poem between 1162 and 1165. When the _Confession_ was manipulated for
+English readers, _Praesul Coventrensium, Praesul mibi cognite_, and _O
+pastor ecclesiae_ were in several MS. redactions substituted for
+_Electe Coloniae_. Instead of _Papiae_, in stanza 8, we read _in
+mundo_; but in stanza 9, where the rhyme required it, _Papiae_ was
+left standing--a sufficient indication of literary rehandling by a
+clumsy scribe. In the text of the _Carmina Burana_, the _Confession_
+winds up with a petition that Reinald von Dassel should employ the
+poet as a secretary, or should bestow some mark of his bounty upon
+him.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 29: Wright's _Walter Mapes_, p. xlv.]
+
+
+
+
+THE CONFESSION OF GOLIAS.
+
+No. 5.
+
+
+    Boiling in my spirit's veins
+      With fierce indignation,
+    From my bitterness of soul
+      Springs self-revelation:
+    Framed am I of flimsy stuff,
+      Fit for levitation,
+    Like a thin leaf which the wind
+      Scatters from its station.
+
+    While it is the wise man's part
+      With deliberation
+    On a rock to base his heart's
+      Permanent foundation,
+    With a running river I
+      Find my just equation,
+    Which beneath the self-same sky
+      Hath no habitation.
+
+    Carried am I like a ship
+      Left without a sailor,
+    Like a bird that through the air
+      Flies where tempests hale her;
+    Chains and fetters hold me not,
+      Naught avails a jailer;
+    Still I find my fellows out,
+      Toper, gamester, railer.
+
+    To my mind all gravity
+      Is a grave subjection;
+    Sweeter far than honey are
+      Jokes and free affection.
+    All that Venus bids me do,
+      Do I with erection,
+    For she ne'er in heart of man
+      Dwelt with dull dejection.
+
+    Down the broad road do I run,
+      As the way of youth is;
+    Snare myself in sin, and ne'er
+      Think where faith and truth is;
+    Eager far for pleasure more
+      Than soul's health, the sooth is,
+    For this flesh of mine I care,
+      Seek not ruth where ruth is.
+
+    Prelate, most discreet of priests,
+      Grant me absolution!
+    Dear's the death whereof I die,
+      Sweet my dissolution;
+    For my heart is wounded by
+      Beauty's soft suffusion;
+    All the girls I come not nigh,
+      Mine are in illusion.
+
+    'Tis most arduous to make
+      Nature's self surrender;
+    Seeing girls, to blush and be
+      Purity's defender!
+    We young men our longings ne'er
+      Shall to stern law render,
+    Or preserve our fancies from
+      Bodies smooth and tender.
+
+    Who, when into fire he falls,
+      Keeps himself from burning?
+    Who within Pavia's walls
+      Fame of chaste is earning?
+    Venus with her finger calls
+      Youths at every turning,
+    Snares them with her eyes, and thralls
+      With her amorous yearning.
+
+    If you brought Hippolitus
+      To Pavia Sunday,
+    He'd not be Hippolitus
+      On the following Monday;
+    Venus there keeps holiday
+      Every day as one day;
+    'Mid these towers in no tower dwells
+      Venus Verecunda.
+
+    In the second place I own
+      To the vice of gaming:
+    Cold indeed outside I seem,
+      Yet my soul is flaming:
+    But when once the dice-box hath
+      Stripped me to my shaming,
+    Make I songs and verses fit
+      For the world's acclaiming.
+
+    In the third place, I will speak
+      Of the tavern's pleasure;
+    For I never found nor find
+      There the least displeasure;
+    Nor shall find it till I greet
+      Angels without measure,
+    Singing requiems for the souls
+      In eternal leisure.
+
+    In the public-house to die
+      Is my resolution;
+    Let wine to my lips be nigh
+      At life's dissolution:
+    That will make the angels cry,
+      With glad elocution,
+    "Grant this toper, God on high,
+      Grace and absolution!"
+
+    With the cup the soul lights up,
+      Inspirations flicker;
+    Nectar lifts the soul on high
+      With its heavenly ichor:
+    To my lips a sounder taste
+      Hath the tavern's liquor
+    Than the wine a village clerk
+      Waters for the vicar.
+
+    Nature gives to every man
+      Some gift serviceable;
+    Write I never could nor can
+      Hungry at the table;
+    Fasting, any stripling to
+      Vanquish me is able;
+    Hunger, thirst, I liken to
+      Death that ends the fable.
+
+    Nature gives to every man
+      Gifts as she is willing;
+    I compose my verses when
+      Good wine I am swilling,
+    Wine the best for jolly guest
+      Jolly hosts are filling;
+    From such wine rare fancies fine
+      Flow like dews distilling.
+
+    Such my verse is wont to be
+      As the wine I swallow;
+    No ripe thoughts enliven me
+      While my stomach's hollow;
+    Hungry wits on hungry lips
+      Like a shadow follow,
+    But when once I'm in my cups,
+      I can beat Apollo.
+
+    Never to my spirit yet
+      Flew poetic vision
+    Until first my belly had
+      Plentiful provision;
+    Let but Bacchus in the brain
+      Take a strong position,
+    Then comes Phoebus flowing in
+      With a fine precision.
+
+    There are poets, worthy men,
+      Shrink from public places,
+    And in lurking-hole or den
+      Hide their pallid faces;
+    There they study, sweat, and woo
+      Pallas and the Graces,
+    But bring nothing forth to view
+      Worth the girls' embraces.
+
+    Fasting, thirsting, toil the bards,
+      Swift years flying o'er them;
+    Shun the strife of open life,
+      Tumults of the forum;
+    They, to sing some deathless thing,
+      Lest the world ignore them,
+    Die the death, expend their breath,
+      Drowned in dull decorum.
+
+    Lo! my frailties I've betrayed,
+      Shown you every token,
+    Told you what your servitors
+      Have against me spoken;
+    But of those men each and all
+      Leave their sins unspoken,
+    Though they play, enjoy to-day,
+      Scorn their pledges broken.
+
+    Now within the audience-room
+      Of this blessed prelate,
+    Sent to hunt out vice, and from
+      Hearts of men expel it;
+    Let him rise, nor spare the bard,
+      Cast at him a pellet;
+    He whose heart knows not crime's smart,
+      Show my sin and tell it!
+
+    I have uttered openly
+      All I knew that shamed me,
+    And have spued the poison forth
+      That so long defamed me;
+    Of my old ways I repent,
+      New life hath reclaimed me;
+    God beholds the heart--'twas man
+      Viewed the face and blamed me.
+
+    Goodness now hath won my love,
+      I am wroth with vices;
+    Made a new man in my mind,
+      Lo, my soul arises!
+    Like a babe new milk I drink--
+      Milk for me suffices,
+    Lest my heart should longer be
+      Filled with vain devices.
+
+    Thou Elect of fair Cologne,
+      Listen to my pleading!
+    Spurn not thou the penitent;
+      See, his heart is bleeding!
+    Give me penance! what is due
+      For my faults exceeding
+    I will bear with willing cheer,
+      All thy precepts heeding.
+
+    Lo, the lion, king of beasts,
+      Spares the meek and lowly;
+    Toward submissive creatures he
+      Tames his anger wholly.
+    Do the like, ye powers of earth,
+      Temporal and holy!
+    Bitterness is more than's right
+      When 'tis bitter solely.
+
+
+
+
+XIV.
+
+
+Having been introduced to the worshipful order of vagrants both in
+their collective and in their personal capacity, we will now follow
+them to the woods and fields in spring. It was here that they sought
+love-adventures and took pastime after the restraints of winter.
+
+The spring-songs are all, in the truest sense of the word,
+_lieder_--lyrics for music. Their affinities of form and rhythm are
+less with ecclesiastical verse than with the poetry of the Minnesinger
+and the Troubadour. Sometimes we are reminded of the French
+_pastourelle_, sometimes of the rustic ditty, with its monotonous
+refrain.
+
+The exhilaration of the season which they breathe has something of the
+freshness of a lark's song, something at times of the richness of the
+nightingale's lament. The defect of the species may be indicated in a
+single phrase. It is a tedious reiteration of commonplaces in the
+opening stanzas. Here, however, is a lark-song.
+
+
+
+
+WELCOME TO SPRING.
+
+No. 6.
+
+
+    Spring is coming! longed-for spring
+      Now his joy discloses;
+    On his fair brow in a ring
+      Bloom empurpled roses!
+    Birds are gay; how sweet their lay!
+      Tuneful is the measure;
+    The wild wood grows green again,
+    Songsters change our winter's pain
+      To a mirthful pleasure.
+
+    Now let young men gather flowers,
+      On their foreheads bind them,
+    Maidens pluck them from the bowers,
+      Then, when they have twined them,
+    Breathe perfume from bud and bloom,
+      Where young love reposes,
+    And into the meadows so
+    All together laughing go,
+      Crowned with ruddy roses.
+
+Here again the nightingale's song, contending with the young man's
+heart's lament of love, makes itself heard.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOVER AND THE NIGHTINGALE.
+
+No. 7.
+
+
+    These hours of spring are jolly;
+            Maidens, be gay!
+    Shake off dull melancholy,
+            Ye lads, to-day!
+        Oh! all abloom am I!
+        It is a maiden love that makes me sigh,
+        A new, new love it is wherewith I die!
+
+    The nightingale is singing
+            So sweet a lay!
+    Her glad voice heavenward flinging--
+            No check, no stay.
+
+    Flower of girls love-laden
+            Is my sweetheart;
+    Of roses red the maiden
+            For whom I smart.
+
+    The promise that she gives me
+            Makes my heart bloom;
+    If she denies, she drives me
+            Forth to the gloom.
+
+    My maid, to me relenting,
+            Is fain for play;
+    Her pure heart, unconsenting,
+            Saith, "Lover, stay!"
+
+    Hush, Philomel, thy singing,
+            This little rest!
+    Let the soul's song rise ringing
+            Up from the breast!
+
+    In desolate Decembers
+            Man bides his time:
+    Spring stirs the slumbering embers;
+            Love-juices climb.
+
+    Come, mistress, come, my maiden!
+            Bring joy to me!
+    Come, come, thou beauty-laden!
+            I die for thee!
+        O all abloom am I!
+        It is a maiden love that makes me sigh,
+        A new, new love it is wherewith I die!
+
+There is a very pretty _Invitation to Youth_, the refrain of which,
+though partly undecipherable, seems to indicate an Italian origin. I
+have thought it well to omit this refrain; but it might be rendered
+thus, maintaining the strange and probably corrupt reading of the last
+line:--
+
+    "List, my fair, list, _bela mia_,
+    To the thousand charms of Venus!
+    _Da hizevaleria_."
+
+
+
+
+THE INVITATION TO YOUTH.
+
+No. 8.
+
+
+    Take your pleasure, dance and play,
+    Each with other while ye may:
+    Youth is nimble, full of grace;
+    Age is lame, of tardy pace.
+
+    We the wars of love should wage,
+    Who are yet of tender age;
+    'Neath the tents of Venus dwell
+    All the joys that youth loves well.
+
+    Young men kindle heart's desire;
+    You may liken them to fire:
+    Old men frighten love away
+    With cold frost and dry decay.
+
+A roundelay, which might be styled the _Praise of May_ or the
+exhortation to be liberal in love by _The Example of the Rose_, shall
+follow.
+
+
+
+
+THE EXAMPLE OF THE ROSE.
+
+No. 9.
+
+
+    Winter's untruth yields at last,
+      Spring renews old mother earth;
+    Angry storms are overpast,
+      Sunbeams fill the air with mirth;
+      Pregnant, ripening unto birth,
+              All the world reposes.
+
+    Our delightful month of May,
+      Not by birth, but by degree,
+    Took the first place, poets say;
+      Since the whole year's cycle he,
+      Youngest, loveliest, leads with glee,
+              And the cycle closes.
+
+    From the honours of the rose
+      They decline, the rose abuse,
+    Who, when roses red unclose,
+      Seek not their own sweets to use;
+      'Tis with largess, liberal dues,
+              That the rose discloses.
+
+    Taught to wanton, taught to play,
+      By the young year's wanton flower,
+    We will take no heed to-day,
+      Have no thought for thrift this hour;
+      Thrift, whose uncongenial power
+              Laws on youth imposes.
+
+Another song, blending the praises of spring with a little pagan vow
+to Cupid, has in the original Latin a distinction and purity of
+outline which might be almost called Horatian.
+
+
+
+
+THE VOW TO CUPID.
+
+No. 10.
+
+
+    Winter, now thy spite is spent,
+    Frost and ice and branches bent!
+    Fogs and furious storms are o'er,
+    Sloth and torpor, sorrow frore,
+    Pallid wrath, lean discontent.
+
+    Comes the graceful band of May!
+    Cloudless shines the limpid day,
+    Shine by night the Pleiades;
+    While a grateful summer breeze
+    Makes the season soft and gay.
+
+    Golden Love I shine forth to view!
+    Souls of stubborn men subdue!
+    See me bend! what is thy mind?
+    Make the girl thou givest kind,
+    And a leaping ram's thy due!
+
+    O the jocund face of earth,
+    Breathing with young grassy birth!
+    Every tree with foliage clad,
+    Singing birds in greenwood glad,
+    Flowering fields for lovers' mirth!
+
+Nor is the next far below it in the same qualities of neatness and
+artistic brevity.
+
+
+
+
+A-MAYING.
+
+No. 11.
+
+
+    Now the fields are laughing; now the maids
+    Take their pastime; laugh the leafy glades:
+        Now the summer days are blooming,
+        And the flowers their chaliced lamps for love illuming.
+    Fruit-trees blossom; woods grow green again;
+    Winter's rage is past: O ye young men,
+        With the May-bloom shake off sadness!
+        Love is luring you to join the maidens' gladness.
+
+    Let us then together sport and play;
+    Cytherea bids the young be gay:
+        Laughter soft and happy voices,
+        Hope and love invite to mirth when May rejoices.
+
+All the spring is in the lyric next upon my list.
+
+
+
+
+THE RETURN OF SPRING:
+
+No. 12.
+
+
+    Spring returns, the glad new-comer,
+      Bringing pleasure, banning pain:
+    Meadows bloom with early summer,
+      And the sun shines out again:
+    All sad thoughts and passions vanish;
+    Plenteous Summer comes to banish
+      Winter with his starveling train.
+
+    Hails and snows and frosts together
+      Melt and thaw like dews away;
+    While the spring in cloudless weather
+      Sucks the breast of jocund May;
+    Sad's the man and born for sorrow
+    Who can live not, dares not borrow
+      Gladness from a summer's day.
+
+    Full of joy and jubilation,
+      Drunk with honey of delight,
+    Are the lads whose aspiration
+      Is the palm of Cupid's fight!
+    Youths, we'll keep the laws of Venus,
+    And with joy and mirth between us
+      Live and love like Paris wight!
+
+The next has the same accent of gladness, though it is tuned to a
+somewhat softer and more meditative note of feeling.
+
+
+
+
+THE SWEETNESS OF THE SPRING.
+
+No. 13.
+
+
+    Vernal hours are sweet as clover,
+    With love's honey running over;
+    Every heart on this earth burning
+    Finds new birth with spring's returning.
+
+    In the spring-time blossoms flourish,
+    Fields drink moisture, heaven's dews nourish;
+    Now the griefs of maidens, after
+    Dark days, turn to love and laughter.
+
+    Whoso love, are loved, together
+    Seek their pastime in spring weather;
+    And, with time and place agreeing,
+    Clasp, kiss, frolic, far from seeing.
+
+Gradually the form of the one girl whom the lyrist loves emerges from
+this wealth of description.
+
+
+
+
+THE SUIT TO PHYLLIS.
+
+No. 14.
+
+
+    Hail! thou longed-for month of May,
+    Dear to lovers every day!
+    Thou that kindlest hour by hour
+    Life in man and bloom in bower!
+    O ye crowds of flowers and hues
+    That with joy the sense confuse,
+    Hail! and to our bosom bring
+    Bliss and every jocund thing!
+    Sweet the concert of the birds;
+    Lovers listen to their words:
+    For sad winter hath gone by,
+    And a soft wind blows on high.
+
+    Earth hath donned her purple vest,
+    Fields with laughing flowers are dressed,
+    Shade upon the wild wood spreads,
+    Trees lift up their leafy heads;
+    Nature in her joy to-day
+    Bids all living things be gay;
+    Glad her face and fair her grace
+    Underneath the sun's embrace!
+    Venus stirs the lover's brain,
+    With life's nectar fills his vein,
+    Pouring through his limbs the heat
+    Which makes pulse and passion beat.
+
+    O how happy was the birth
+    When the loveliest soul on earth
+    Took the form and life of thee,
+    Shaped in all felicity!
+    O how yellow is thy hair!
+    There is nothing wrong, I swear,
+    In the whole of thee; thou art
+    Framed to fill a loving heart!
+    Lo, thy forehead queenly crowned,
+    And the eyebrows dark and round,
+    Curved like Iris at the tips,
+    Down the dark heavens when she slips!
+
+    Red as rose and white as snow
+    Are thy cheeks that pale and glow;
+    'Mid a thousand maidens thou
+    Hast no paragon, I vow.
+    Round thy lips and red as be
+    Apples on the apple-tree;
+    Bright thy teeth as any star;
+    Soft and low thy speeches are;
+    Long thy hand, and long thy side,
+    And the throat thy breasts divide;
+    All thy form beyond compare
+    Was of God's own art the care.
+
+    Sparks of passion sent from thee
+    Set on fire the heart of me;
+    Thee beyond all whom I know
+    I must love for ever so.
+    Lo, my heart to dust will burn
+    Unless thou this flame return;
+    Still the fire will last, and I,
+    Living now, at length shall die!
+    Therefore, Phyllis, hear me pray,
+    Let us twain together play,
+    Joining lip to lip and breast
+    Unto, breast in perfect rest!
+
+The lover is occasionally bashful, sighing at a distance.
+
+
+
+
+MODEST LOVE.
+
+No. 15.
+
+
+    Summer sweet is coming in;
+    Now the pleasant days begin;
+    Phoebus rules the earth at last;
+    For sad winter's reign is past.
+
+    Wounded with the love alone
+    Of one girl, I make my moan:
+    Grief pursues me till she bend
+    Unto me and condescend.
+
+    Take thou pity on my plight!
+    With my heart thy heart unite!
+    In my love thy own love blending,
+    Finding thus of life the ending!
+
+Occasionally his passion assumes a romantic tone, as is the case with
+the following _Serenade_ to a girl called Flos-de-spina in the Latin.
+Whether that was her real name, or was only used for poetical
+purposes, does not admit of debate now. Anyhow, Flos-de-spina,
+Fior-di-spina, Fleur-d'epine, and English Flower-o'-the-thorn are all
+of them pretty names for a girl.
+
+
+
+
+THE SERENADE TO FLOWER-O'-THE-THORN.
+
+No. 16.
+
+
+    The blithe young year is upward steering.
+    Wild winter dwindles, disappearing;
+    The short, short days are growing longer,
+    Rough weather yields and warmth is stronger.
+        Since January dawned, my mind
+        Waves hither, thither, love-inclined
+        For one whose will can loose or bind.
+
+    Prudent and very fair the maiden,
+    Than rose or lily more love-laden;
+    Stately of stature, lithe and slender,
+    There's naught so exquisite and tender.
+        The Queen of France is not so dear;
+        Death to my life comes very near
+        If Flower-o'-the-thorn be not my cheer.
+
+    The Queen of Love my heart is killing
+    With her gold arrow pain-distilling;
+    The God of Love with torches burning
+    Lights pyre on pyre of ardent yearning.
+        She is the girl for whom I'd die;
+        I want none dearer, far or nigh,
+        Though grief on grief upon me lie.
+
+    I with her love am thralled and taken,
+    Whose flower doth flower, bud, bloom, and waken;
+    Sweet were the labour, light the burden,
+    Could mouth kiss mouth for wage and guerdon.
+        No touch of lips my wound can still,
+        Unless two hearts grow one, one will,
+        One longing! Flower of flowers, farewell!
+
+Once at least we find him writing in absence to his mistress, and
+imploring her fidelity. This ranks among the most delicate in
+sentiment of the whole series.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOVE-LETTER IN SPRING.
+
+No. 17.
+
+
+    Now the sun is streaming,
+      Clear and pure his ray;
+    April's glad face beaming
+      On our earth to-day.
+    Unto love returneth
+      Every gentle mind;
+    And the boy-god burneth
+      Jocund hearts to bind.
+
+    All this budding beauty,
+      Festival array,
+    Lays on us the duty
+      To be blithe and gay.
+    Trodden ways are known, love!
+      And in this thy youth,
+    To retain thy own love
+      Were but faith and truth.
+
+    In faith love me solely,
+      Mark the faith of me,
+    From thy whole heart wholly,
+      From the soul of thee.
+    At this time of bliss, dear,
+      I am far away;
+    Those who love like this, dear,
+      Suffer every day!
+
+At one time he seems upon the point of clasping his felicity.
+
+
+
+
+A SPRING DITTY.
+
+No. 18.
+
+
+    In the spring, ah happy day!
+    Underneath a leafy spray
+    With her sister stands my may.
+          O sweet love!
+          He who now is reft of thee
+          Poor is he!
+
+    Ah, the trees, how fair they flower
+    Birds are singing in the bower;
+    Maidens feel of love the power.
+          O sweet love!
+
+    See the lilies, how they blow!
+    And the maidens row by row
+    Praise the best of gods below.
+          O sweet love!
+
+    If I held my sweetheart now,
+    In the wood beneath the bough,
+    I would kiss her, lip and brow.
+          O sweet love!
+          He who now is reft of thee,
+          Poor is he!
+
+At another time he has clasped it, but he trembles lest it should
+escape him.
+
+
+
+
+LOVE-DOUBTS.
+
+No. 19.
+
+
+    With so sweet a promise given
+      All my bosom burneth;
+    Hope uplifts my heart to heaven,
+      Yet the doubt returneth,
+    Lest perchance that hope should be
+    Crushed and shattered suddenly.
+
+    On one girl my fancy so,
+      On one star, reposes;
+    Her sweet lips with honey flow
+      And the scent of roses:
+    In her smile I laugh, and fire
+    Fills me with her love's desire.
+
+    Love in measure over-much
+      Strikes man's soul with anguish;
+    Anxious love's too eager touch
+      Makes man fret and languish:
+    Thus in doubt and grief I pine;
+    Pain more sure was none than mine.
+
+    Burning in love's fiery flood,
+      Lo, my life is wasted!
+    Such the fever of my blood
+      That I scarce have tasted
+    Mortal bread and wine, but sup
+    Like a god love's nectar-cup.
+
+The village dance forms an important element in the pleasures of the
+season. Here is a pretty picture in two stanzas of a linden sheltering
+some Suabian meadow.
+
+
+
+
+THE VILLAGE DANCE.
+
+No. 20.
+
+
+    Wide the lime-tree to the air
+    Spreads her boughs and foliage fair;
+      Thyme beneath is growing
+    On the verdant meadow-where
+      Dancers' feet are going.
+
+    Through the grass a little spring
+    Runs with jocund murmuring;
+      All the place rejoices;
+    Cooling zephyrs breathe and sing
+      With their summer voices.
+
+I have freely translated a second, which presents a more elaborate
+picture of a similar scene.
+
+
+
+
+LOVE AMONG THE MAIDENS.
+
+No. 21.
+
+
+    Yonder choir of virgins see
+      Through the spring advancing,
+    Where the sun's warmth, fair and free,
+      From the green leaves glancing,
+    Weaves a lattice of light gloom
+      And soft sunbeams o'er us,
+    'Neath the linden-trees in bloom,
+      For the Cyprian chorus.
+
+    In this vale where blossoms blow,
+      Blooming, summer-scented,
+    'Mid the lilies row by row,
+      Spreads a field flower-painted.
+    Here the blackbirds through the dale
+      Each to each are singing,
+    And the jocund nightingale
+      Her fresh voice is flinging.
+
+    See the maidens crowned with rose
+      Sauntering through the grasses!
+    Who could tell the mirth of those
+      Laughing, singing lasses?
+    Or with what a winning grace
+      They their charms discover,
+    Charms of form and blushing face,
+      To the gazing lover?
+
+    Down the flowery greenwood glade
+      As I chanced to wander,
+    From bright eyes a serving-maid
+      Shot Love's arrows yonder;
+    I for her, 'mid all the crew
+      Of the girls of Venus,
+    Wait and yearn until I view
+      Love spring up between us.
+
+Another lyric of complicated rhyming structure introduces a not
+dissimilar motive, with touches that seem, in like manner, to indicate
+its German origin. It may be remarked that the lover's emotion has
+here unusual depth, a strain of _sehnsucht_; and the picture of the
+mother followed by her daughter in the country-dance suggests the
+domesticity of Northern races.
+
+
+
+
+AT THE VILLAGE DANCE.
+
+No. 22.
+
+
+    Meadows bloom, in Winter's room
+      Reign the Loves and Graces,
+    With their gift of buds that lift
+      Bright and laughing faces;
+    'Neath the ray of genial May,
+      Shining, glowing, blushing, growing,
+      They the joys of spring are showing
+    In their manifold array.
+
+    Song-birds sweet the season greet,
+      Tune their merry voices;
+    Sound the ways with hymns of praise,
+      Every lane rejoices.
+    On the bough in greenwood now
+      Flowers are springing, perfumes flinging,
+      While young men and maids are clinging
+    To the loves they scarce avow.
+
+    O'er the grass together pass
+      Bands of lads love-laden:
+    Row by row in bevies go
+      Bride and blushing maiden.
+    See with glee 'neath linden-tree,
+      Where the dancing girls are glancing,
+      How the matron is advancing!
+    At her side her daughter see!
+
+    She's my own, for whom alone,
+      If fate wills, I'll tarry;
+    Young May-moon, or late or soon,
+      'Tis with her I'd marry!
+    Now with sighs I watch her rise,
+      She the purely loved, the surely
+      Chosen, who my heart securely
+    Turns from grief to Paradise.
+
+    In her sight with heaven's own light
+      Like the gods I blossom;
+    Care for nought till she be brought
+      Yielding to my bosom.
+    Thirst divine my soul doth pine
+      To behold her and enfold her,
+      With clasped arms alone to hold her
+    In Love's holy hidden shrine.
+
+But the theme of the dance is worked up with even greater elaboration
+and a more studied ingenuity of rhyme and rhythm in the following
+characteristic song. This has the true accent of what may be called
+the _Musa Vagabundula_, and is one of the best lyrics of the
+series:--
+
+
+
+
+INVITATION TO THE DANCE.
+
+No. 23.
+
+
+    Cast aside dull books and thought;
+      Sweet is folly, sweet is play:
+    Take the pleasure Spring hath brought
+      In youth's opening holiday!
+    Right it is old age should ponder
+      On grave matters fraught with care;
+    Tender youth is free to wander,
+      Free to frolic light as air.
+          Like a dream our prime is flown,
+            Prisoned in a study:
+          Sport and folly are youth's own,
+            Tender youth and ruddy.
+
+    Lo, the Spring of life slips by,
+      Frozen Winter comes apace;
+    Strength is 'minished silently,
+      Care writes wrinkles on our face:
+    Blood dries up and courage fails us,
+      Pleasures dwindle, joys decrease,
+    Till old age at length assails us
+      With his troop of illnesses.
+          Like a dream our prime is flown,
+            Prisoned in a study;
+          Sport and folly are youth's own,
+            Tender youth and ruddy.
+
+    Live we like the gods above;
+      This is wisdom, this is truth:
+    Chase the joys of tender love
+      In the leisure of our youth!
+    Keep the vows we swore together,
+      Lads, obey that ordinance;
+    Seek the fields in sunny weather,
+      Where the laughing maidens dance.
+          Like a dream our prime is flown,
+            Prisoned in a study;
+          Sport and folly are youth's own,
+            Tender youth and ruddy.
+
+    There the lad who lists may see
+      Which among the maids is kind:
+    There young limbs deliciously
+      Flashing through the dances wind:
+    While the girls their arms are raising,
+      Moving, winding o'er the lea,
+    Still I stand and gaze, and gazing
+      They have stolen the soul of me!
+          Like a dream our prime is flown,
+            Prisoned in a study;
+          Sport and folly are youth's own,
+            Tender youth and ruddy.
+
+
+
+
+XV.
+
+
+A separate Section can be devoted to songs in the manner of the early
+French pastoral. These were fashionable at a remote period in all
+parts of Europe; and I have already had occasion, in another piece of
+literary history, to call attention to the Italian madrigals of the
+fourteenth century composed in this species.[30] Their point is mainly
+this: A man of birth and education, generally a dweller in the town,
+goes abroad into the fields, lured by fair spring weather, and makes
+love among trees to a country wench.
+
+The _Vagi_ turn the pastoral to their own purpose, and always
+represent the greenwood lover as a _clericus_. One of these rural
+nieces has a pretty opening stanza:--
+
+    "When the sweet Spring was ascending,
+    Not yet May, at April's ending,
+    While the sun was heavenward wending,
+    Stood a girl of grace transcending
+    Underneath the green bough, sending
+            Songs aloft with pipings."
+
+Another gives a slightly comic turn to the chief incident.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 30: See _Renaissance in Italy_, vol. iv. p. 156.]
+
+
+
+
+A PASTORAL.
+
+No. 24.
+
+
+    There went out in the dawning light
+      A little rustic maiden;
+    Her flock so white, her crook so slight,
+      With fleecy new wool laden.
+
+    Small is the flock, and there you'll see
+      The she-ass and the wether;
+    This goat's a he, and that's a she,
+      The bull-calf and the heifer.
+
+    She looked upon the green sward, where
+      A student lay at leisure:
+    "What do you there, young sir, so fair?"
+      "Come, play with me, my treasure!"
+
+A third seems to have been written in the South, perhaps upon the
+shores of one of the Italian lakes--Como or Garda.
+
+
+
+
+THE MULBERRY-GATHERER.
+
+No. 25.
+
+
+    In the summer's burning heat,
+    When the flowers were blooming sweet,
+    I had chosen, as 'twas meet,
+    'Neath an olive bough my seat;
+    Languid with the glowing day,
+    Lazy, careless, apt for play.
+
+    Stood the tree in fields where grew
+    Painted flowers of every hue,
+    Grass that flourished with the dew,
+    Fresh with shade where breezes blew;
+    Plato, with his style so rare,
+    Could not paint a spot more fair.
+
+    Runs a babbling brook hard by,
+    Chants the nightingale on high;
+    Water-nymphs with song reply.
+    "Sure, 'tis Paradise," I cry;
+    For I know not any place
+    Of a sweeter, fresher grace.
+
+    While I take my solace here,
+    And in solace find good cheer,
+    Shade from summer, coolness dear,
+    Comes a shepherd maiden near--
+    Fairer, sure, there breathes not now--
+    Plucking mulberries from the bough.
+
+    Seeing her, I loved her there:
+    Venus did the trick, I'll swear!
+    "Come, I am no thief, to scare,
+    Rob, or murder unaware;
+    I and all I have are thine,
+    Thou than Flora more divine!"
+
+    But the girl made answer then:
+    "Never played I yet with men;
+    Cruel to me are my kin:
+    My old mother scolds me when
+    In some little thing I stray:--
+    Hold, I prithee, sir, to-day!"
+
+A fourth, consisting of a short conventional introduction in praise of
+Spring, followed by a dialogue between a young man and a girl, in
+which the metre changes for the last two stanzas, may be classed among
+the pastorals, although it is a somewhat irregular example of the
+species.
+
+
+
+
+THE WOOING.
+
+No. 26.
+
+
+    All the woods are now in flower,
+    Song-birds sing in field and bower,
+    Orchards their white blossoms shower:
+    Lads, make merry in Love's hour!
+
+    Sordid grief hath flown away,
+    Fervid Love is here to-day;
+    He will tame without delay
+    Those who love not while they may.
+
+_He._
+    "Fairest maiden, list to me;
+    Do not thus disdainful be;
+    Scorn and anger disagree
+    With thy youth, and injure thee.
+
+    "I am weaker than thou art;
+    Mighty Love hath pierced my heart;
+    Scarce can I endure his dart:
+    Lest I die, heal, heal my smart!"
+
+_She._
+    "Why d'you coax me, suitor blind?
+    What you seek you will not find;
+    I'm too young for love to bind;
+    Such vain trifles vex my mind.
+
+    "Is't your will with me to toy?
+    I'll not mate with man or boy:
+    Like the Phoenix, to enjoy
+    Single life shall be my joy."
+
+_He._
+    "Yet Love is tyrannous,
+    Harsh, fierce, imperious!
+    He who man's heart can thus
+      Shatter, may make to bow
+      Maidens as stern as thou!"
+
+_She._
+    "Now by your words I'm 'ware
+    What you wish, what you are;
+    You know love well, I swear!
+      So I'll be loved by you;
+      Now I'm on fire too!"
+
+
+
+
+XVI.
+
+
+Some semi-descriptive pieces, which connect the songs of Spring with
+lyrics of a more purely personal emotion, can boast of rare beauty in
+the original.
+
+The most striking of these, upon the theme of Sleep and Love, I have
+tried to render in trochaic verse, feeling it impossible, without
+knowledge of the medieval melody, to reproduce its complicated and now
+only half-intelligible rhythms.
+
+
+
+
+A DESCANT UPON SLEEP AND LOVE.
+
+No. 27.
+
+
+    When the lamp of Cynthia late
+    Rises in her silver state,
+    Through her brother's roseate light,
+    Blushing on the brows of night;
+    Then the pure ethereal air
+    Breathes with zephyr blowing fair;
+    Clouds and vapours disappear.
+    As with chords of lute or lyre,
+    Soothed the spirits now respire,
+    And the heart revives again
+    Which once more for love is fain.
+    But the orient evening star
+    Sheds with influence kindlier far
+    Dews of sweet sleep on the eye
+    Of o'er-tired mortality.
+
+    Oh, how blessed to take and keep
+    Is the antidote of sleep!
+    Sleep that lulls the storms of care
+    And of sorrow unaware,
+    Creeping through the closed doors
+    Of the eyes, and through the pores
+    Breathing bliss so pure and rare
+    That with love it may compare.
+
+    Then the god of dreams doth bring
+    To the mind some restful thing,
+    Breezes soft that rippling blow
+    O'er ripe cornfields row by row,
+    Murmuring rivers round whose brim
+    Silvery sands the swallows skim,
+    Or the drowsy circling sound
+    Of old mill-wheels going round,
+    Which with music steal the mind
+    And the eyes in slumber bind.
+
+    When the deeds of love are done
+    Which bland Venus had begun,
+    Languor steals with pleasant strain
+    Through the chambers of the brain,
+    Eyes 'neath eyelids gently tired
+    Swim and seek the rest desired.
+    How deliriously at last
+    Into slumber love hath passed!
+    But how sweeter yet the way
+    Which leads love again to play!
+
+    From the soothed limbs upward spread
+    Glides a mist divinely shed,
+    Which invades the heart and head:
+    Drowsily it veils the eyes,
+    Bending toward sleep's paradise,
+    And with curling vapour round
+    Fills the lids, the senses swound,
+    Till the visual ray is bound
+    By those ministers which make
+    Life renewed in man awake.
+
+    Underneath the leafy shade
+    Of a tree in quiet laid,
+    While the nightingale complains
+    Singing of her ancient pains,
+    Sweet it is still hours to pass,
+    But far sweeter on the grass
+    With a buxom maid to play
+    All a summer's holiday.
+    When the scent of herb and flower
+    Breathes upon the silent hour,
+    When the rose with leaf and bloom
+    Spreads a couch of pure perfume,
+    Then the grateful boon of sleep
+    Falls with satisfaction deep,
+    Showering dews our eyes above,
+    Tired with honeyed strife of love.
+
+    In how many moods the mind
+    Of poor lovers, weak and blind,
+    Wavers like the wavering wind!
+    As a ship in darkness lost,
+    Without anchor tempest-tossed,
+    So with hope and fear imbued
+    It roams in great incertitude
+    Love's tempestuous ocean-flood.
+
+A portion of this descant finds an echo in another lyric of the
+_Carmina Burana_:--
+
+    "With young leaves the wood is new;
+      Now the nightingale is singing;
+    And field-flowers of every hue
+      On the sward their bloom are flinging.
+    Sweet it is to brush the dew
+      From wild lawns and woody places!
+    Sweeter yet to wreathe the rose
+      With the lily's virgin graces;
+    But the sweetest sweet man knows,
+      Is to woo a girl's embraces."
+
+The most highly wrought of descriptive poems in this species is the
+_Dispute of Flora and Phyllis_, which occurs both in the _Carmina
+Burana_ and in the English MSS. edited by Wright. The motive of the
+composition is as follows:--Two girls wake in the early morning, and
+go out to walk together through the fields. Each of them is in love;
+but Phyllis loves a soldier, Flora loves a scholar. They interchange
+confidences, the one contending with the other for the superiority of
+her own sweetheart.
+
+Having said so much, I will present the first part of the poem in the
+English version I have made.
+
+
+
+
+FLORA AND PHYLLIS.
+
+PART I.
+
+No. 28.
+
+
+    In the spring-time, when the skies
+      Cast off winter's mourning,
+    And bright flowers of every hue
+      Earth's lap are adorning,
+    At the hour when Lucifer
+      Gives the stars their warning,
+    Phyllis woke, and Flora too,
+      In the early morning.
+
+    Both the girls were fain to go
+      Forth in sunny weather,
+    For love-laden bosoms throw
+      Sleep off like a feather;
+    Then with measured steps and slow
+      To the fields together
+    Went they, seeking pastime new
+      'Mid the flowers and heather.
+
+    Both were virgins, both, I ween,
+      Were by birth princesses;
+    Phyllis let her locks flow free,
+      Flora trained her tresses.
+    Not like girls they went, but like
+      Heavenly holinesses;
+    And their faces shone like dawn
+      'Neath the day's caresses.
+
+    Equal beauty, equal birth,
+      These fair maidens mated;
+    Youthful were the years of both,
+      And their minds elated;
+    Yet they were a pair unpaired,
+      Mates by strife unmated;
+    For one loved a clerk, and one
+      For a knight was fated.
+
+    Naught there was of difference
+      'Twixt them to the seeing,
+    All alike, within without,
+      Seemed in them agreeing;
+    With one garb, one cast of mind,
+      And one mode of being,
+    Only that they could not love
+      Save with disagreeing.
+
+    In the tree-tops overhead
+      A spring breeze was blowing,
+    And the meadow lawns around
+      With green grass were growing;
+    Through the grass a rivulet
+      From the hill was flowing,
+    Lively, with a pleasant sound
+      Garrulously going.
+
+    That the girls might suffer less
+      From the noon resplendent,
+    Near the stream a spreading pine
+      Rose with stem ascendant;
+    Crowned with boughs and leaves aloft,
+      O'er the fields impendent;
+    From all heat on every hand
+      Airily defendent.
+
+    On the sward the maidens sat,
+      Naught that seat surpasses;
+    Phyllis near the rivulet,
+      Flora 'mid the grasses;
+    Each into the chamber sweet
+      Of her own soul passes,
+    Love divides their thoughts, and wounds
+      With his shafts the lasses.
+
+    Love within the breast of each,
+      Hidden, unsuspected,
+    Lurks and draws forth sighs of grief
+      From their hearts dejected:
+    Soon their ruddy cheeks grow pale,
+      Conscious, love-affected;
+    Yet their passion tells no tale,
+      By soft shame protected.
+
+    Phyllis now doth overhear
+      Flora softly sighing:
+    Flora with like luck detects
+      Sigh to sigh replying.
+    Thus the girls exchange the game,
+      Each with other vying;
+    Till the truth leaps out at length,
+      Plain beyond denying.
+
+    Long this interchange did last
+      Of mute conversation;
+    All of love-sighs fond and fast
+      Was that dissertation.
+    Love was in their minds, and Love
+      Made their lips his station;
+    Phyllis then, while Flora smiled,
+      Opened her oration.
+
+    "Soldier brave, my love!" she said,
+      "Where is now my Paris?
+    Fights he in the field, or where
+      In the wide word tarries?
+    Oh, the soldier's life, I swear,
+      All life's glory carries;
+    Only valour clothed in arms
+      With Dame Venus marries!"
+
+Phyllis thus opens the question whether a soldier or a scholar be the
+fitter for love. Flora responds, and for some time they conduct the
+dispute in true scholastic fashion. Being unable to settle it between
+themselves, they resolve to seek out Love himself, and to refer the
+matter to his judgment. One girl mounts a mule, the other a horse; and
+these are no ordinary animals, for Neptune reared one beast as a
+present to Venus, Vulcan forged the metal-work of bit and saddle,
+Minerva embroidered the trappings, and so forth. After a short journey
+they reach the Garden of Love, which is described with a truly
+luxuriant wealth of imagery. It resembles some of the earlier
+Renaissance pictures, especially one of great excellence by a German
+artist which I once saw in a dealer's shop at Venice, and which ought
+now to grace a public gallery.
+
+
+
+
+FLORA AND PHYLLIS.
+
+PART III.
+
+No. 29.
+
+
+    On their steeds the ladies ride,
+      Two fair girls and slender;
+    Modest are their eyes and mild,
+      And their cheeks are tender.
+    Thus young lilies break the sheath,
+      Budding roses render
+    Blushes, and twinned pairs of stars
+      Climb the heavens with splendour.
+
+    Toward Love's Paradise they fare,
+      Such, I ween, their will is;
+    While the strife between the pair
+      Turns their cheeks to lilies;
+    Phyllis Flora flouts, and fair
+      Flora flouteth Phyllis;
+    Flora's hand a hawk doth bear,
+      And a goshawk Phyllis.
+
+    After a short space they came
+      Where a grove was growing;
+    At the entrance of the same
+      Rills with murmur flowing;
+    There the wind with myrrh and spice
+      Redolent was blowing,
+    Sounds of timbrel, harp, and lyre
+      Through the branches going.
+
+    All the music man could make
+      There they heard in plenty;
+    Timbrel, psaltery, lyre, and lute,
+      Harp and viol dainty;
+    Voices that in part-song meet
+      Choiring forte, lente;
+    Sounds the diatesseron,
+      Sounds the diapente.
+
+    All the tongues of all the birds
+      With full cry were singing;
+    There the blackbird's melody
+      Sweet and true was ringing;
+    Wood-dove, lark, and thrush on high
+      Jocund anthems flinging,
+    With the nightingale, who still
+      To her grief was clinging.
+
+    When the girls drew nigh the grove,
+      Some fear came upon them;
+    Further as they fared, the charm
+      Of the pleasance won them;
+    All the birds so sweetly sang
+      That a spell was on them,
+    And their bosoms warmed with love
+      At the welcome shown them.
+
+    Man would be immortal if
+      He could there be dwelling:
+    Every branch on every tree
+      With ripe fruit is swelling;
+    All the ways with nard and myrrh
+      And with spice are smelling:
+    How divine the Master is
+      All the house is telling.
+
+    Blithesome bands arrest their gaze,
+      Youths and maidens dancing;
+    Bodies beauteous as the stars,
+      Eyes with heaven's light glancing
+    And the bosoms of the girls,
+      At the sight entrancing,
+    Leap to view such marvels new,
+      Joy with joy enhancing!
+
+    They their horses check, and light,
+      Moved with sudden pleasure;
+    Half forget what brought them here,
+      Thralled by love and leisure;
+    Till once more the nightingale
+      Tuned her thrilling measure;
+    At that cry each girl again
+      Hugs her hidden treasure.
+
+    Round the middle of the grove
+      Was a place enchanted,
+    Which the god for his own rites
+      Specially had planted;
+    Fauns and nymphs and satyrs here
+      Flowery alleys haunted,
+    And before the face of Love
+      Played and leaped and chaunted.
+
+    In their hands they carry thyme,
+      Crowns of fragrant roses;
+    Bacchus leads the choir divine
+      And the dance composes;
+    Nymphs and fauns with feet in tune
+      Interchange their posies;
+    But Silenus trips and reels
+      When the chorus closes.
+
+    On an ass the elder borne
+      All the mad crew guideth;
+    Mirth and laughter at the view
+      Through Love's glad heart glideth.
+    "Io!" shouts the eld; that sound
+      In his throat subsideth,
+    For his voice in wine is drowned,
+      And his old age chideth.
+
+    'Mid these pleasant sights appears
+      Love, the young joy-giver;
+    Bright as stars his eyes, and wings
+      On his shoulders shiver;
+    In his left hand is the bow,
+      At his side the quiver;
+    From his state the world may know
+      He is lord for ever.
+
+    Leans the boy upon a staff
+      Intertwined with flowers,
+    Scent of nectar from his hair
+      Breathes around the bowers;
+    Hand in hand before him kneel
+      Three celestial Hours,
+    Graces who Love's goblet fill
+      From immortal showers.
+
+It would surely be superfluous to point out the fluent elegance of
+this poem, or to dwell farther upon the astonishing fact that anything
+so purely Renaissance in tone should have been produced in the twelfth
+century.
+
+Cupid, as was natural, settles the dispute of the two girls by
+deciding that scholars are more suitable for love than soldiers.
+
+This would be the place to introduce another long descriptive poem, if
+the nature of its theme rendered it fit for translation. It relates
+the visit of a student to what he calls the _Templum Veneris_; in
+other words, to the house of a courtesan. Her attendants are sirens;
+and the whole poem, dealing with a vulgar incident, is conducted in
+this mock-heroic strain.[31]
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 31: _Carmina Burana_, p. 138.]
+
+
+
+
+XVII.
+
+
+We pass now to love-poems of a more purely personal kind. One of
+these, which is too long for translation and in some respects
+ill-suited to a modern taste, forms the proper transition from the
+descriptive to the lyrical section. It starts with phrases culled from
+hymns to the Virgin:--
+
+    "Si linguis angelicis
+    Loquar et humanis."
+
+    "Ave formosissima,
+    Gemma pretiosa;
+    Ave decus virginum,
+    Virgo gloriosa!"
+
+These waifs and strays of religious diction are curiously blent with
+romantic and classical allusions. The girl is addressed in the same
+breath as--
+
+    "Blanziflor et Helena,
+    Venus generosa."
+
+Toward the close of the poem, the lover, who at length has reached the
+object of his heart's desire, breaks into this paean of victorious
+passion:--
+
+    "What more? Around the maiden's neck
+      My arms I flung with yearning;
+    Upon her lips I gave and took
+      A thousand kisses burning:
+    Again and yet again I cried,
+      With whispered vows and sighing,
+    This, this alone, sure, sure it was
+      For which my heart was dying!
+
+    "Who is the man that does not know
+      The sweets that followed after?
+    My former pains, my sobs and woe,
+      Were changed for love and laughter:
+    The joys of Paradise were ours
+      In overflowing measure;
+    We tasted every shape of bliss
+      And every form of pleasure."
+
+The next piece which I shall quote differs in some important respects
+from the general style adopted by the Goliardi in their love-poetry.
+It is written in rhyming or leonine hexameters, and is remarkable for
+its quaint play on names, conceived and executed in a truly medieval
+taste.
+
+
+
+
+FLOS FLORAE.
+
+No. 30.
+
+
+    Take thou this rose, O Rose! the loves in the rose repose:
+    I with love of the rose am caught at the winter's close:
+    Take thou this flower, my flower, and cherish it in thy bower:
+    Thou in thy beauty's power shalt lovelier blow each hour:
+    Gaze at the rose, and smile, my rose, in mine eyes the while:
+    To thee the roses belong, thy voice is the nightingale's song:
+    Give thou the rose a kiss, it blushes like thy mouth's bliss:
+    Flowers in a picture seem not flowers, but flowers in a dream:
+    Who paints the rose's bloom, paints not the rose's perfume.
+
+In complete contrast to this conceited and euphuistic style of
+composition stands a slight snatch of rustic melody, consisting of
+little but reiteration and refrain.
+
+
+
+
+A BIRD'S SONG OF LOVE.
+
+No. 31.
+
+
+    Come to me, come, O come!
+    Let me not die, but come!
+                Hyria hysria nazaza
+                    Trillirivos.
+
+    Fair is thy face, O fair!
+    Fair thine eyes, O how fair!
+                Hyria hysria nazaza
+                    Trillirivos.
+
+    Fair is thy flowing hair!
+    O fair, O fair, how fair!
+                Hyria hysria nazaza
+                    Trillirivos.
+
+    Redder than rose art thou,
+    Whiter than lily thou!
+                Hyria hysria nazaza
+                    Trillirivos.
+
+    Fairer than all, I vow,
+    Ever my pride art thou!
+                Hyria hysria nazaza
+                    Trillirivos.
+
+The following displays an almost classical intensity of voluptuous
+passion, and belongs in all probability to a period later than the
+_Carmina Burana_. I have ventured, in translating it, to borrow the
+structure of a song which occurs in Fletcher's _Rollo_ (act v. scene
+2), the first stanza of which is also found in Shakespeare's _Measure
+for Measure_ (act iv. scene 1), and to insert one or two phrases from
+Fletcher's version. Whether the composer of that song had ever met
+with the Latin lyric to Lydia can scarcely form the subject of
+critical conjecture. Yet there is a faint evanescent resemblance
+between the two poems.
+
+
+
+
+TO LYDIA.
+
+No. 32.
+
+
+    Lydia bright, thou girl more white
+      Than the milk of morning new,
+    Or young lilies in the light!
+      Matched with thy rose-whiteness, hue
+    Of red rose or white rose pales,
+    And the polished ivory fails,
+                      Ivory fails.
+
+    Spread, O spread, my girl, thy hair,
+      Amber-hued and heavenly bright,
+    As fine gold or golden air!
+      Show, O show thy throat so white,
+    Throat and neck that marble fine
+    Over thy white breasts incline,
+                      Breasts incline.
+
+    Lift, O lift thine eyes that are
+      Underneath those eyelids dark,
+    Lustrous as the evening star
+      'Neath the dark heaven's purple arc!
+    Bare, O bare thy cheeks of rose,
+    Dyed with Tyrian red that glows,
+                      Red that glows.
+
+    Give, O give those lips of love
+      That the coral boughs eclipse;
+    Give sweet kisses, dove by dove,
+      Soft descending on my lips.
+    See my soul how forth she flies!
+    'Neath each kiss my pierced heart dies,
+                      Pierced heart dies.
+
+    Wherefore dost thou draw my life,
+      Drain my heart's blood with thy kiss?
+    Scarce can I endure the strife
+      Of this ecstasy of bliss!
+    Set, O set my poor heart free,
+    Bound in icy chains by thee,
+                      Chains by thee.
+
+    Hide, O hide those hills of snow,
+      Twinned upon thy breast that rise,
+    Where the virgin fountains flow
+      With fresh milk of Paradise!
+    Thy bare bosom breathes of myrrh,
+    From thy whole self pleasures stir,
+                      Pleasures stir.
+
+    Hide, O hide those paps that tire
+      Sense and spirit with excess
+    Of snow-whiteness and desire
+      Of thy breast's deliciousness!
+    See'st thou, cruel, how I swoon?
+    Leav'st thou me half lost so soon?
+                      Lost so soon?
+
+In rendering this lyric to Lydia, I have restored the fifth stanza,
+only one line of which,
+
+    "Quid mihi sugis vivum sanguinem,"
+
+remains in the original. This I did because it seemed necessary to
+effect the transition from the stanzas beginning _Pande, puella,
+pande_, to those beginning _Conde papillas, conde_.
+
+Among these more direct outpourings of personal passion, place may be
+found for a delicate little _Poem of Privacy_, which forms part of the
+_Carmina Burana_. Unfortunately, the text of this slight piece is very
+defective in the MS., and has had to be conjecturally restored in
+several places.
+
+
+
+
+A POEM OF PRIVACY.
+
+No. 33.
+
+
+    When a young man, passion-laden,
+    In a chamber meets a maiden,
+      Then felicitous communion,
+    By love's strain between the twain,
+      Grows from forth their union;
+    For the game, it hath no name,
+    Of lips, arms, and hidden charms.
+
+Nor can I here forbear from inserting another _Poem of Privacy_,
+bolder in its openness of speech, more glowing in its warmth of
+colouring. If excuse should be pleaded or the translation and
+reproduction of this distinctly Pagan ditty, it must be found in the
+singularity of its motive, which is as unmedieval as could be desired
+by the bitterest detractor of medieval sentiment. We seem, while
+reading it, to have before our eyes the Venetian picture of a Venus,
+while the almost prosaic particularity of description illustrates what
+I have said above about the detailed realism of the Goliardic style.
+
+
+
+
+FLORA.
+
+No. 34.
+
+
+    Rudely blows the winter blast,
+    Withered leaves are falling fast,
+    Cold hath hushed the birds at last.
+      While the heavens were warm and glowing,
+        Nature's offspring loved in May;
+      But man's heart no debt is owing
+        To such change of month or day
+        As the dumb brute-beasts obey.
+    Oh, the joys of this possessing!
+    How unspeakable the blessing
+        That my Flora yields to-day!
+
+    Labour long I did not rue,
+    Ere I won my wages due,
+    And the prize I played for drew.
+      Flora with her brows of laughter,
+        Gazing on me, breathing bliss,
+      Draws my yearning spirit after,
+        Sucks my soul forth in a kiss:
+        Where's the pastime matched with this?
+    Oh, the joys of this possessing!
+    How unspeakable the blessing
+        Of my Flora's loveliness!
+
+    Truly mine is no harsh doom,
+    While in this secluded room
+    Venus lights for me the gloom!
+      Flora faultless as a blossom
+        Bares her smooth limbs for mine eyes;
+      Softly shines her virgin bosom,
+        And the breasts that gently rise
+        Like the hills of Paradise.
+    Oh, the joys of this possessing!
+    How unspeakable the blessing
+        When my Flora is the prize!
+
+    From her tender breasts decline,
+    In a gradual curving line,
+    Flanks like swansdown white and fine.
+      On her skin the touch discerneth
+        Naught of rough; 'tis soft as snow:
+      'Neath the waist her belly turneth
+        Unto fulness, where below
+        In Love's garden lilies blow.
+    Oh, the joys of this possessing!
+    How unspeakable the blessing!
+        Sweetest sweets from Flora flow!
+
+    Ah! should Jove but find my fair,
+    He would fall in love, I swear,
+    And to his old tricks repair:
+      In a cloud of gold descending
+        As on Danae's brazen tower,
+      Or the sturdy bull's back bending,
+        Or would veil his godhood's power
+        In a swan's form for one hour.
+    Oh, the joys of this possessing!
+    How unspeakable the blessing!
+        How divine my Flora's flower!
+
+A third "poem of privacy" may be employed to temper this too fervid
+mood. I conceive it to be meant for the monologue of a lover in the
+presence of his sweetheart, and to express the varying lights and
+shades of his emotion.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOVER'S MONOLOGUE.
+
+No. 35.
+
+
+    Love rules everything that is:
+    Love doth change hearts in a kiss:
+    Love seeks devious ways of bliss:
+        Love than honey sweeter,
+        Love than gall more bitter.
+    Blind Love hath no modesties.
+      Love is lukewarm, fiery, cold;
+      Love is timid, overbold;
+      Loyal, treacherous, manifold.
+
+    Present time is fit for play:
+    Let Love find his mate to-day:
+    Hark, the birds, how sweet their lay!
+        Love rules young men wholly;
+        Love lures maidens solely.
+    Woe to old folk! sad are they.
+      Sweetest woman ever seen,
+      Fairest, dearest, is my queen;
+      And alas! my chiefest teen.
+
+    Let an old man, chill and drear,
+    Never come thy bosom near;
+    Oft he sleeps with sorry cheer,
+        Too cold to delight thee:
+        Naught could less invite thee.
+    Youth with youth must mate, my dear.
+      Blest the union I desire;
+      Naught I know and naught require,
+      Better than to be thy squire.
+
+    Love flies all the world around:
+    Love in wanton wiles is wound:
+    Therefore youth and maid are bound
+        In Love's fetters duly.
+        She is joyless truly
+    Who no lover yet hath found!
+      All the night in grief and smart
+      She must languish, wear her heart;
+      Bitter is that woman's part.
+
+    Love is simple, Love is sly;
+    Love is pale, of ruddy dye:
+    Love is all things, low and high:
+        Love is serviceable,
+        Constant and unstable:
+    Love obeys Art's empery.
+      In this closed room Love takes flight,
+      In the silence of the night,
+      Love made captive, conquered quite.
+
+The next is singularly, quaintly musical in the original, but for
+various reasons I have not been able to adhere exactly to its form. I
+imagine that it is the work of the same poet who composed the longer
+piece which I shall give immediately after. Both are addressed to
+Caecilia; I have used the name Phyllis in my version.
+
+
+
+
+THE INVITATION TO LOVE.
+
+No. 36.
+
+
+    List, my girl, with words I woo;
+    Lay not wanton hands on you:
+    Sit before you, in your face
+    Gazing, ah! and seeking grace:
+    Fix mine eyes, nor let them rove
+    From the mark where shafts of love
+              Their flight wing.
+    Try, my girl, O try what bliss
+    Young men render when they kiss!
+    Youth is alway sturdy, straight;
+    Old age totters in its gait.
+    These delights of love we bring
+    Have the suppleness of spring,
+    Softness, sweetness, wantoning;
+    Clasp, my Phyllis, in their ring
+    Sweeter sweets than poets sing,
+              Anything and everything!
+
+    After daytime's heat from heaven
+    Dews on thirsty fields are given;
+    After verdant leaf and stem
+    Shoots the white flower's diadem;
+    After the white flower's bloom
+    To the night their faint perfume
+              Lilies fling.
+    Try, my girl, etc., _da capo_.
+
+The poem, _Ludo cum Caecilia_, which comes next in order, is one of
+the most perfect specimens of Goliardic writing. To render its fluent,
+languid, and yet airy grace, in any language but the Latin, is, I
+think, impossible. Who could have imagined that the subtlety, the
+refinement, almost the perversity of feeling expressed in it, should
+have been proper to a student of the twelfth century? The poem is
+spoiled toward its close by astrological and grammatical conceits; and
+the text is corrupt. That part I have omitted, together with some
+stanzas which offend a modern taste.
+
+
+
+
+PHYLLIS.
+
+No. 37.
+
+
+    Think no evil, have no fear,
+      If I play with Phyllis;
+    I am but the guardian dear
+      Of her girlhood's lilies,
+    Lest too soon her bloom should swoon
+      Like spring's daffodillies.
+
+    All I care for is to play,
+      Gaze upon my treasure,
+    Now and then to touch her hand,
+      Kiss in modest measure;
+    But the fifth act of love's game,
+      Dream not of that pleasure!
+
+    For to touch the bloom of youth
+      Spoils its frail complexion;
+    Let the young grape gently grow
+      Till it reach perfection;
+    Hope within my heart doth glow
+      Of the girl's affection.
+
+    Sweet above all sweets that are
+      'Tis to play with Phyllis;
+    For her thoughts are white as snow,
+      In her heart no ill is;
+    And the kisses that she gives
+      Sweeter are than lilies.
+
+    Love leads after him the gods
+      Bound in pliant traces;
+    Harsh and stubborn hearts he bends,
+      Breaks with blows of maces;
+    Nay, the unicorn is tamed
+      By a girl's embraces.
+
+    Love leads after him the gods,
+      Jupiter with Juno;
+    To his waxen measure treads
+      Masterful Neptune O!
+    Pluto stern to souls below
+      Melts to this one tune O!
+
+    Whatsoe'er the rest may do,
+      Let us then be playing:
+    Take the pastime that is due
+      While we're yet a-Maying;
+    I am young and young are you;
+      'Tis the time for playing.
+
+Up to this time, the happiness of love returned and satisfied has been
+portrayed. The following lyric exhibits a lover pining at a distance,
+soothing his soul with song, and indulging in visions of happiness
+beyond his grasp--εἰδώλοις κάλλευς κῶφα χλιαινόμενος, as Meleager phrased it on a similar
+occasion.
+
+
+
+
+LOVE LONGINGS.
+
+No. 38.
+
+
+    With song I seek my fate to cheer,
+    As doth the swan when death draws near;
+    Youth's roses from my cheeks retire,
+    My heart is worn with fond desire.
+      Since care and woe increase and grow, while
+          light burns low,
+              Poor wretch I die!
+      Heigho! I die, poor wretch I die!
+    Constrained to love, unloved; such luck have I!
+
+    If she could love me whom I love,
+    I would not then exchange with Jove:
+    Ah! might I clasp her once, and drain
+    Her lips as thirsty flowers drink rain!
+      With death to meet, his welcome greet, from
+          life retreat,
+              I were full fain!
+      Heigho! full fain, I were full fain,
+    Could I such joy, such wealth of pleasure gain!
+
+    When I bethought me of her breast,
+    Those hills of snow my fancy pressed;
+    Longing to touch them with my hand,
+    Love's laws I then did understand.
+      Rose of the south, blooms on her mouth; I felt
+          love's drouth
+              That mouth to kiss!
+      Heigho! to kiss, that mouth to kiss!
+    Lost in day-dreams and vain desires of bliss.
+
+The next is the indignant repudiation by a lover of the calumny that
+he has proved unfaithful to his mistress. The strongly marked double
+rhymes of the original add peculiar vehemence to his protestations;
+while the abundance of cheap mythological allusions is emphatically
+Goliardic.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOVER'S VOW.
+
+No. 39.
+
+
+    False the tongue and foul with slander,
+    Poisonous treacherous tongue of pander,
+    Tongue the hangman's knife should sever,
+    Tongue in flames to burn for ever;
+
+    Which hath called me a deceiver,
+    Faithless lover, quick to leave her,
+    Whom I love, and leave her slighted,
+    For another, unrequited!
+
+    Hear, ye Muses nine! nay, rather,
+    Jove, of gods and men the father!
+    Who for Danae and Europa
+    Changed thy shape, thou bold eloper!
+
+    Hear me, god! ye gods all, hear me!
+    Such a sin came never near me.
+    Hear, thou god! and gods all, hear ye!
+    Thus I sinned not, as I fear ye.
+
+    I by Mars vow, by Apollo,
+    Both of whom Love's learning follow;
+    Yea, by Cupid too, the terror
+    Of whose bow forbids all error!
+
+    By thy bow I vow and quiver,
+    By the shafts thou dost deliver,
+    Without fraud, in honour duly
+    To observe my troth-plight truly.
+
+    I will keep the troth I plighted,
+    And the reason shall be cited:
+    'Tis that 'mid the girls no maiden
+    Ever met I more love-laden.
+
+    'Mid the girls thou art beholden
+    Like a pearl in setting golden;
+    Yea, thy shoulder, neck, and bosom
+    Bear of beauty's self the blossom.
+
+    Oh, her throat, lips, forehead, nourish
+    Love, with food that makes him flourish!
+    And her curls, I did adore them--
+    They were blonde with heaven's light o'er them.
+
+    Therefore, till, for Nature's scorning,
+    Toil is rest and midnight morning,
+    Till no trees in woods are growing,
+    Till fire turns to water flowing;
+
+    Till seas have no ships to sail them,
+    Till the Parthians' arrows fail them,
+    I, my girl, will love thee ever,
+    Unbetrayed, betray thee never!
+
+In the following poem a lover bids adieu for ever to an unworthy
+woman, who has betrayed him. This is a remarkable specimen of the
+songs written for a complicated melody. The first eight lines seem set
+to one tune; in the next four that tune is slightly accelerated, and a
+double rhyme is substituted for a single one in the tenth and twelfth
+verses. The five concluding lines go to a different kind of melody,
+and express in each stanza a changed mood of feeling.
+
+I have tried in this instance to adopt the plaster-cast method of
+translation, as described above,[32] and have even endeavoured to
+obtain the dragging effect of the first eight lines of each strophe,
+which are composed neither of exact accentual dactyls nor yet of exact
+accentual anapaests, but offer a good example of that laxity of rhythm
+permitted in this prosody for music.
+
+Comparison with the original will show that I was not copying Byron's
+_When we Two Parted_; yet the resemblance between that song and the
+tone which my translation has naturally assumed from the Latin, is
+certainly noticeable. That Byron could have seen the piece before he
+wrote his own lines in question is almost impossible, for this portion
+of the _Carmina Burana_ had not, so far as I am aware, been edited
+before the year 1847. The coincidence of metrical form, so far as it
+extends, only establishes the spontaneity of emotion which, in the
+case of the medieval and the modern poet, found a similar rhythm for
+the utterance of similar feeling.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 32: Page 38.]
+
+
+
+
+FAREWELL TO THE FAITHLESS.
+
+No. 40.
+
+
+    A mortal anguish
+      How often woundeth me;
+    Grieving I languish,
+      Weighed down with misery;
+
+    Hearing the mournful
+      Tale of thy fault and fall
+    Blown by Fame's scornful
+      Trump to the ears of all!
+
+    Envious rumour
+      Late or soon will slay thee:
+    Love with less humour,
+      Lest thy love betray thee.
+
+    Whate'er thou dost, do secretly,
+    Far from Fame's curiosity;
+    Love in the dark delights to be,
+    His sports are wiles and witchery,
+      With laugh of lovers greeting.
+
+    Thou wert not slighted,
+      Stained in thine honour, when
+    We were united,
+      Lovers unknown to men;
+    But when thy passion
+      Grew like thy bosom cold,
+    None had compassion,
+      Then was thy story told.
+
+    Fame, who rejoiceth
+      New amours to utter,
+    Now thy shame voiceth,
+      Wide her pinions flutter.
+
+    The palace home of modesty
+    Is made a haunt for harlotry;
+    The virgin lily you may see
+    Defiled by fingers lewd and free,
+      With vile embraces meeting.
+
+    I mourn the tender
+      Flower of the youth of thee,
+    Brighter in splendour
+      Than evening's star can be.
+    Pure were thy kisses,
+      Dove-like thy smile;
+    As the snake hisses
+      Now is thy guile.
+
+    Lovers who pray thee
+      From thy door are scattered;
+    Lovers who pay thee
+      In thy bed are flattered.
+
+    Thou bidst them from thy presence flee
+    From whom thou canst not take thy fee;
+    Blind, halt, and lame thy suitors be;
+    Illustrious men with subtlety
+      And poisonous honey cheating.
+
+I may add that a long soliloquy printed in _Carmina Burana_, pp.
+119-121, should be compared with the foregoing lyric. It has a similar
+motive, though the lover in this case expresses his willingness for
+reconciliation. One part of its expostulation with the faithless
+woman is beautiful in its simplicity:--
+
+    "Amaveram prae caeteris
+    Te, sed amici veteris
+    Es jam oblita! Superis
+    Vel inferis
+    Ream te criminamur."
+
+I will close this section with the lament written for a medieval
+Gretchen whose fault has been discovered, and whose lover has been
+forced to leave the country. Its bare realism contrasts with the
+lyrical exuberance of the preceding specimens.
+
+
+
+
+GRETCHEN.
+
+No. 41.
+
+
+    Up to this time, well-away!
+    I concealed the truth from day,
+      Went on loving skilfully.
+    Now my fault at length is clear:
+    That the hour of need is near,
+      From my shape all eyes can see.
+    So my mother gives me blows,
+    So my father curses throws;
+      They both treat me savagely.
+    In the house alone I sit,
+    Dare not walk about the street,
+      Nor at play in public be.
+
+    If I walk about the street,
+    Every one I chance to meet
+      Scans me like a prodigy:
+    When they see the load I bear,
+    All the neighbours nudge and stare,
+      Gaping while I hasten by;
+    With their elbows nudge, and so
+    With their finger point, as though
+      I were some monstrosity;
+    Me with nods and winks they spurn,
+    Judge me fit in flames to burn
+      For one lapse from honesty.
+
+    Why this tedious tale prolong?
+    Short, I am become a song,
+      In all mouths a mockery.
+    By this am I done to death,
+    Sorrow kills me, chokes my breath,
+      Ever weep I bitterly.
+    One thing makes me still more grieve,
+    That my friend his home must leave
+      For the same cause instantly;
+    Therefore is my sadness so
+    Multiplied, weighed down with woe,
+      For he too will part from me.
+
+
+
+
+XVIII.
+
+
+A separate section should be assigned to poems of exile. They are not
+very numerous, but are interesting in connection with the wandering
+life of their vagrant authors. The first has all the dreamy pathos
+felt by a young German leaving his beloved home in some valley of the
+Suabian or Thuringian hills.
+
+
+
+
+ADIEU TO THE VALLEY.
+
+No. 42.
+
+
+    Oh, of love twin-brother anguish!
+    In thy pangs I faint and languish,
+      Cannot find relief from thee!
+    Nay, no marvel! I must grieve her,
+    Wander forth in exile, leave her,
+      Who hath gained the heart of me;
+    Who of loveliness so rare is
+    That for her sake Trojan Paris
+      Would have left his Helenë.
+
+    Smile, thou valley, sweetest, fairest,
+    Wreathed with roses of the rarest,
+      Flower of all the vales that be!
+    Vale of vales, all vales excelling,
+    Sun and moon thy praise are telling,
+      With the song-birds' melody;
+    Nightingales thy praise are singing,
+    O thou soothing solace-bringing
+      To the soul's despondency!
+
+The second was probably intended to be sung at a drinking-party by a
+student taking leave of his companions. It is love that forces him to
+quit their society and to break with his studies. The long rhyming
+lines, followed by a sharp drop at the close of each stanza upon a
+short disjointed phrase, seem to indicate discouragement and
+melancholy.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOVER'S PARTING.
+
+No. 43.
+
+
+    Sweet native soil, farewell! dear country of my birth!
+    Fair chamber of the loves! glad home of joy and mirth!
+    To-morrow or to-day I leave you, o'er the earth
+    To wander struck with love, to pine with rage and dearth
+                                    In exile!
+
+    Farewell, sweet land, and ye, my comrades dear, adieu!
+    To whom with kindly heart I have been ever true;
+    The studies that we loved I may no more pursue;
+    Weep then for me, who part as though I died to you,
+                                    Love-laden!
+
+    As many as the flowers that Hybla's valley cover,
+    As many as the leaves that on Dodona hover,
+    As many as the fish that sail the wide seas over,
+    So many are the pangs that pain a faithful lover,
+                                    For ever!
+
+    With the new fire of love my wounded bosom burns;
+    Love knows not any ruth, all tender pity spurns;
+    How true the proverb speaks that saith to him that yearns,
+    "Where love is there is pain; thy pleasure love returns
+                                    With anguish!"
+
+    Ah, sorrow! ah, how sad the wages of our bliss!
+    In lovers' hearts the flame's too hot for happiness;
+    For Venus still doth send new sighs and new distress
+    When once the enamoured soul is taken with excess
+                                    Of sweetness!
+
+The third introduces us to a little episode of medieval private life
+which must have been frequent enough. It consists of a debate between
+a father and his son upon the question whether the young man should
+enter into a monastic brotherhood. The youth is lying on a sickbed,
+and thinks that he is already at the point of death. It will be
+noticed that he is only diverted from his project by the mention of a
+student friend (indicated, as usual, by an N), whom he would never be
+able to see again if he assumed the cowl. I suspect, however, that the
+poem has not been transmitted to us entire.
+
+
+
+
+IN ARTICULO MORTIS.
+
+No. 44.
+
+
+_Son_.
+    Oh, my father! help, I pray!
+    Death is near my soul to-day;
+    With your blessing let me be
+    Made a monk right speedily!
+
+    See the foe my life invade!
+    Haste, oh haste, to give me aid!
+    Bring me comfort and heart's ease,
+    Strengthen me in this disease!
+
+_Father_.
+    Oh, my best-belovèd son,
+    What is this thou wouldst have done?
+    Weigh it well in heart and brain:
+    Do not leave me here in pain.
+
+_Son_.
+    Father, this thy loving care
+    Makes me weep full sore, I swear;
+    For you will be childless when
+    I have joined those holy men.
+
+_Father_.
+    Therefore make a little stay,
+    Put it off till the third day;
+    It may be your danger is
+    Not unto the death, I wis.
+
+_Son_.
+    Such the anguish that I feel
+    Through my inmost entrails steal,
+    That I bide in doubt lest death
+    Ere to-morrow end my breath.
+
+_Father_.
+    Those strict rules that monks observe,
+    Well I know them! They must serve
+    Heaven by fasting every day,
+    And by keeping watch alway.
+
+_Son_.
+    Who for God watch through the night
+    Shall receive a crown of light;
+    Who for heaven's sake hungers, he
+    Shall be fed abundantly.
+
+_Father_.
+    Hard and coarse the food they eat,
+    Beans and pottage-herbs their meat;
+    After such a banquet, think,
+    Water is their only drink!
+
+_Son_.
+    What's the good of feasts, or bright
+    Cups of Bacchus, when, in spite
+    Of all comforts, at the last
+    This poor flesh to worms is cast?
+
+_Father_.
+    Well, then, let thy parent's moan
+    Move thee in thy soul, my son!
+    Mourning for thee made a monk,
+    Dead-alive in darkness sunk.
+
+_Son_.
+    They who father, mother love,
+    And their God neglect, will prove
+    That they are in error found
+    When the judgment trump shall sound.
+
+_Father_.
+    Logic! would thou ne'er hadst been
+    Known on earth for mortal teen!
+    Many a clerk thou mak'st to roam
+    Wretched, exiled from his home.--
+
+    Never more thine eyes, my son,
+    Shall behold thy darling one,
+    Him, that little clerk so fair,
+    N., thy friend beyond compare!
+
+_Son_.
+    Oh, alas! unhappy me!
+    What to do I cannot see;
+    Wandering lost in exile so,
+    Without guide or light I go!--
+
+    Dry your tears, my father dear,
+    Haply there is better cheer;
+    Now my mind on change is set,
+    I'll not be a monk, not yet.
+
+
+
+
+XIX.
+
+
+The order adopted in this essay brings us now to drinking-songs. Next
+to spring and love, our students set their affections principally on
+the tavern and the winebowl. In the poems on the Order we have seen
+how large a space in their vagrant lives was occupied by the tavern
+and its jovial company of topers and gamesters. It was there that--
+
+    "Some are gaming, some are drinking,
+    Some are living without thinking;
+    And of those who make the racket,
+    Some are stripped of coat and jacket;
+    Some get clothes of finer feather,
+    Some are cleaned out altogether;
+    No one there dreads death's invasion,
+    But all drink in emulation."
+
+The song from which I have extracted this stanza contains a parody of
+S. Thomas Aquinas' hymn on the Eucharist.[33] To translate it seemed
+to me impossible; but I will cite the following stanza, which may be
+compared with stanzas ix. and x. of _Lauda Sion_:--
+
+    "Bibit hera, bibit herus,
+    Bibit miles, bibit clerus,
+    Bibit ille, bibit illa,
+    Bibit servus cum ancilla,
+    Bibit velox, bibit piger,
+    Bibit albus, bibit niger,
+    Bibit constans, bibit vagus,
+    Bibit rudis, bibit magus."
+
+Several of the best anacreontics of the period are even more
+distinctly parodies. The following panegyric of wine, for example, is
+modelled upon a hymn to the Virgin:--
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 33: _In Taberna, Carm. Bur_., p. 235.]
+
+
+
+
+A SEQUENCE IN PRAISE OF WINE.
+
+No. 45.
+
+
+    Wine the good and bland, thou blessing
+    Of the good, the bad's distressing,
+    Sweet of taste by all confessing,
+      Hail, thou world's felicity!
+    Hail thy hue, life's gloom dispelling;
+    Hail thy taste, all tastes excelling;
+    By thy power, in this thy dwelling
+      Deign to make us drunk with thee!
+
+    Oh, how blest for bounteous uses
+    Is the birth of pure vine-juices!
+    Safe's the table which produces
+      Wine in goodly quality.
+    Oh, in colour how auspicious!
+    Oh, in odour how delicious!
+    In the mouth how sweet, propitious
+      To the tongue enthralled by thee!
+
+    Blest the man who first thee planted,
+    Called thee by thy name enchanted!
+    He whose cups have ne'er been scanted
+      Dreads no danger that may be.
+    Blest the belly where thou bidest!
+    Blest the tongue where thou residest!
+    Blest the mouth through which thou glidest,
+      And the lips thrice blest by thee!
+
+    Therefore let wine's praise be sounded,
+    Healths to topers all propounded;
+    We shall never be confounded,
+      Toping for eternity!
+    Pray we: here be thou still flowing,
+    Plenty on our board bestowing,
+    While with jocund voice we're showing
+      How we serve thee--Jubilee!
+
+Another, regarding the date of which I have no information, is an
+imitation of a well-known _Christmas Carol_.
+
+
+
+
+A CAROL OF WINE.
+
+No. 46.
+
+
+    In dulci jubilo
+    Sing we, make merry so!
+      Since our heart's pleasure
+    Latet in poculo,
+      Drawn from the cask, good measure.
+    Pro hoc convivio,
+      Nunc, nunc bibito!
+
+    O crater parvule!
+    How my soul yearns for thee!
+      Make me now merry,
+    O potus optime,
+      Claret or hock or sherry!
+    Et vos concinite:
+      Vivant socii!
+
+    O vini caritas!
+    O Bacchi lenitas!
+      We've drained our purses
+    Per multa pocula:
+      Yet hope we for new mercies,
+    Nummoram gaudia:
+      Would that we had them, ah!
+
+    Ubi sunt gaudia? where,
+    If that they be not there?
+      There the lads are singing
+    Selecta cantica:
+      There are glasses ringing
+    In villae curia;
+      Oh, would that we were there!
+
+_In Dulci Jubilo_ yields an example of mixed Latin and German. This is
+the case too with a comparatively ancient drinking-song quoted by
+Geiger in his _Renaissance und Humanismus_, p. 414. It may be
+mentioned that the word _Bursae_, for _Burschen_, occurs in stanza v.
+This word, to indicate a student, can also be found in _Carm. Bur._,
+p. 236, where we are introduced to scholars drinking yellow Rhine wine
+out of glasses of a pale pink colour--already in the twelfth century!
+
+
+
+
+THE STUDENTS' WINE-BOUT.
+
+No. 47.
+
+
+    Ho, all ye jovial brotherhood,
+      Quos sitis vexat plurima,
+    I know a host whose wits are good,
+      Quod vina spectat optima.
+
+    His wine he blends not with the juice
+      E puteo qui sumitur;
+    Each kind its virtue doth produce
+      E botris ut exprimitur.
+
+    Host, bring us forth good wine and strong,
+      In cella quod est optimum!
+    We brethren will our sport prolong
+      Ad noctis usque terminum.
+
+    Whoso to snarl or bite is fain,
+      Ut canes decet rabidos,
+    Outside our circle may remain,
+      Ad porcos eat sordidos,
+
+    Hurrah! my lads, we'll merry make!
+      Levate sursum pocula!
+    God's blessing on all wine we take,
+      In sempiterna saecula!
+
+Two lyrics of distinguished excellence, which still hold their place
+in the _Commersbuch_, cannot claim certain antiquity in their present
+form. They are not included in the _Carmina Burana_; yet their style
+is so characteristic of the Archipoeta, that I believe we may credit
+him with at least a share in their composition. The first starts with
+an allusion to the Horatian _tempus edax rerum_.
+
+
+
+
+TIME'S A-FLYING.
+
+No. 48.
+
+
+    Laurel-crowned Horatius,
+      True, how true thy saying!
+    Swift as wind flies over us
+      Time, devouring, slaying.
+    Where are, oh! those goblets full
+      Of wine honey-laden,
+    Strifes and loves and bountiful
+      Lips of ruddy maiden?
+
+    Grows the young grape tenderly,
+      And the maid is growing;
+    But the thirsty poet, see,
+      Years on him are snowing!
+    What's the use on hoary curls
+      Of the bays undying.
+    If we may not kiss the girls,
+      Drink while time's a-flying?
+
+The second consists of a truly brilliant development of the theme
+which our Herrick condensed into one splendid phrase--"There's no lust
+like to poetry!"
+
+
+
+
+THERE'S NO LUST LIKE TO POETRY.
+
+No. 49.
+
+
+    Sweet in goodly fellowship
+      Tastes red wine and rare O!
+    But to kiss a girl's ripe lip
+      Is a gift more fair O!
+    Yet a gift more sweet, more fine,
+      Is the lyre of Maro!
+    While these three good gifts were mine,
+      I'd not change with Pharaoh.
+
+    Bacchus wakes within my breast
+      Love and love's desire,
+    Venus comes and stirs the blessed
+      Rage of Phoebus' fire;
+    Deathless honour is our due
+      From the laurelled sire:
+    Woe should I turn traitor to
+      Wine and love and lyre!
+
+    Should a tyrant rise and say,
+      "Give up wine!" I'd do it;
+    "Love no girls!" I would obey,
+      Though my heart should rue it.
+    "Dash thy lyre!" suppose he saith,
+      Naught should bring me to it;
+    "Yield thy lyre or die!" my breath,
+      Dying, should thrill through it!
+
+A lyric of the elder period in praise of wine and love, which forcibly
+illustrates the contempt felt by the student class for the unlettered
+laity and boors, shall be inserted here. It seems to demand a tune.
+
+
+
+
+WINE AND VENUS.
+
+No. 50.
+
+
+          Ho, comrades mine!
+            What is your pleasure?
+          What business fine
+            Or mirthful measure?
+    Lo, Venus toward our crew advancing,
+    A choir of Dryads round her dancing!
+
+          Good fellows you!
+            The time is jolly!
+          Earth springs anew,
+            Bans melancholy;
+    Bid long farewell to winter weather!
+    Let lads and maids be blithe together.
+
+          Dame Venus spurns
+            Her brother Ocean;
+          To Bacchus turns;
+            No colder potion
+    Deserves her godhead's approbation;
+    On sober souls she pours damnation.
+
+          Let then this band,
+            Imbued with learning,
+          By Venus stand,
+            Her wages earning!
+    Laymen we spurn from our alliance,
+    Like brutes to art deaf, dumb to science.
+
+          Two gods alone
+            We serve and mate with;
+          One law we own,
+            Nor hold debate with:
+    Who lives the goodly student fashion
+    Must love and win love back with passion!
+
+Among drinking-songs of the best period in this literature may be
+reckoned two disputations between water and wine. In the one, Thetis
+defends herself against Lyaeus, and the poet assists in vision at
+their contest. The scene is appropriately laid in the third sphere,
+the pleasant heaven of Venus. The other, which on the whole appears to
+me preferable, and which I have therefore chosen for translation,
+begins and ends with the sound axiom that water and wine ought never
+to be mixed. It is manifest that the poet reserves the honour of the
+day for wine, though his arguments are fair to both sides. The final
+point, which breaks the case of water down and determines her utter
+confusion, is curious, since it shows that people in the Middle Ages
+were fully alive to the perils of sewage-contaminated wells.
+
+
+
+
+THE CONTEST OF WINE AND WATER.
+
+No. 51.
+
+
+    Laying truth bare, stripped of fable,
+    Briefly as I may be able,
+      With good reasons manifold,
+    I will tell why man should never
+    Copulate, but rather sever,
+      Things that strife and hatred hold.
+
+    When one cup in fell confusion
+    Wine with water blends, the fusion,
+      Call it by what name you will,
+    Is no blessing, nor deserveth
+    Any praise, but rather serveth
+      For the emblem of all ill.
+
+    Wine perceives the water present,
+    And with pain exclaims, "What peasant
+      Dared to mingle thee with me?
+    Rise, go forth, get out, and leave me!
+    In the same place, here to grieve me,
+      Thou hast no just claim to be.
+
+    "Vile and shameless in thy going,
+    Into cracks thou still art flowing,
+      That in foul holes thou mayst lie;
+    O'er the earth thou ought'st to wander,
+    On the earth thy liquor squander,
+      And at length in anguish die.
+
+    "How canst thou adorn a table?
+    No one sings or tells a fable
+      In thy presence dull and drear;
+    But the guest who erst was jolly,
+    Laughing, joking, bent on folly,
+      Silent sits when thou art near.
+
+    "Should one drink of thee to fulness,
+    Sound before, he takes an illness;
+      All his bowels thou dost stir;
+    Booms the belly, wind ariseth,
+    Which, enclosed and pent, surpriseth
+      With a thousand sighs the ear.
+
+    "When the stomach's so inflated,
+    Blasts are then ejaculated
+      From both draughts with divers sound;
+    And that organ thus affected,
+    All the air is soon infected
+      By the poison breathed around."
+
+    Water thus wine's home-thrust warded:
+    "All thy life is foul and sordid,
+      Sunk in misery, steeped in vice;
+    Those who drink thee lose their morals,
+    Waste their time in sloth and quarrels,
+      Rolling down sin's precipice.
+
+    "Thou dost teach man's tongue to stutter;
+    He goes reeling in the gutter
+      Who hath deigned to kiss thy lips;
+    Hears men speak without discerning,
+    Sees a hundred tapers burning
+      When there are but two poor dips.
+
+    "He who feels for thee soul's hunger
+    Is a murderer or whoremonger,
+      Davus Geta Birria;
+    Such are they whom thou dost nourish;
+    With thy fame and name they flourish
+      In the tavern's disarray.
+
+    "Thou by reason of thy badness
+    Art confined in prison sadness,
+      Cramped and small thy dwellings are:
+    I am great the whole world over,
+    Spread myself abroad and cover
+      Every part of earth afar.
+
+    "Drink I yield to palates burning;
+    They who for soul's health are yearning,
+      Need the aid that I have given;
+    Since all pilgrims, at their praying,
+    Far or near, I am conveying
+      To the palaces of heaven."
+
+    Wine replied: "What thou hast vaunted
+    Proves thee full of fraud; for granted
+      That thou earnest ships o'er sea,
+    Yet thou then dost swell and riot;
+    Till they wreck thou hast no quiet;
+      Thus they are deceived through thee.
+
+    "He whose strength is insufficient
+    Thee to slake with heat efficient,
+      Sunk in mortal peril lies:
+    Trusting thee the poor wretch waneth,
+    And through thee at length attaineth
+      To the joys of Paradise.
+
+    "I'm a god, as that true poet
+    Naso testifies; men owe it
+      Unto me that they are sage;
+    When they do not drink, professors
+    Lose their wits and lack assessors
+      Round about the lecture-stage.
+
+    "'Tis impossible to sever
+    Truth from falsehood if you never
+      Learn to drink my juices neat.
+    Thanks to me, dumb speak, deaf listen,
+    Blind folk see, the senses glisten,
+      And the lame man finds his feet.
+
+    "Eld through me to youth returneth,
+    While thine influence o'erturneth
+      All a young man's lustihead;
+    By my force the world is laden
+    With new births, but boy or maiden
+      Through thy help was never bred."
+
+    Water saith: "A god thou! Just men
+    By thy craft become unjust men,
+      Bad, worse, worst, degenerous!
+    Thanks to thee, their words half uttered
+    Through the drunken lips are stuttered,
+      And thy sage is Didymus.
+
+    "I will speak the truth out wholly:
+    Earth bears fruit by my gift solely,
+      And the meadows bloom in May;
+    When it rains not, herbs and grasses
+    Dry with drought, spring's beauty passes,
+      Flowers and lilies fade away.
+
+    "Lo, thy crooked mother pining,
+    On her boughs the grapes declining,
+      Barren through the dearth of rain;
+    Mark her tendrils lean and sterile
+    O'er the parched earth at their peril
+      Bent in unavailing pain!
+
+    "Famine through all lands prevaileth,
+    Terror-struck the people waileth,
+      When I choose to keep away;
+    Christians kneel to Christ to gain me,
+    Jews and Pagans to obtain me
+      Ceaseless vows and offerings pay."
+
+    Wine saith: "To the deaf thou'rt singing,
+    Those vain self-laudations flinging!
+      Otherwhere thou hast been shown!
+    Patent 'tis to all the races
+    How impure and foul thy place is;
+      We believe what we have known!
+
+    "Thou of things the scum and rotten
+    Sewer, where ordures best forgotten
+      And unmentioned still descend!
+    Filth and garbage, stench and poison.
+    Thou dost bear in fetid foison!
+      Here I stop lest words offend."
+
+    Water rose, the foe invaded,
+    In her own defence upbraided
+      Wine for his invective base:
+    "Now at last we've drawn the curtain!
+    Who, what god thou art is certain
+      From thy oracle's disgrace.
+
+    "This thine impudent oration
+    Hurts not me; 'tis desecration
+      To a god, and fouls his tongue!
+    At the utmost at nine paces
+    Can I suffer filthy places,
+      Fling far from me dirt and dung!"
+
+    Wine saith: "This repudiation
+    Of my well-weighed imputation
+      Doth not clear thyself of crime!
+    Many a man and oft who swallowed
+    Thine infected potion, followed
+      After death in one day's time."
+
+    Hearing this, in stupefaction
+    Water stood; no words, no action,
+      Now restrained her sobs of woe.
+    Wine exclaims, "Why art thou dumb then?
+    Without answer? Is it come then
+      To thy complete overthrow?"
+
+    I who heard the whole contention
+    Now declare my song's intention,
+      And to all the world proclaim:
+    They who mix these things shall ever
+    Henceforth be accursed, and never
+      In Christ's kingdom portion claim.
+
+The same precept, "Keep wine and water apart," is conveyed at the
+close of a lyric distinguished in other respects for the brutal
+passion of its drunken fervour. I have not succeeded in catching the
+rollicking swing of the original verse; and I may observe that the
+last two stanzas seem to form a separate song, although their metre is
+the same as that of the first four.
+
+
+
+
+BACCHIC FRENZY.
+
+No. 52.
+
+
+    Topers in and out of season!
+    'Tis not thirst but better reason
+      Bids you tope on steadily!--
+      Pass the wine-cup, let it be
+      Filled and filled for bout on bout
+                Never sleep!
+      Racy jest and song flash out!
+                Spirits leap!
+
+    Those who cannot drink their rations,
+    Go, begone from these ovations!
+      Here's no place for bashful boys;
+      Like the plague, they spoil our joys.--
+      Bashful eyes bring rustic cheer
+                When we're drunk,
+      And a blush betrays a drear
+                Want of spunk.
+
+    If there's here a fellow lurking
+    Who his proper share is shirking,
+      Let the door to him be shown,
+      From our crew we'll have him thrown;--
+      He's more desolate than death,
+                Mixed with us;
+      Let him go and end his breath!
+                Better thus!
+
+    When your heart is set on drinking,
+    Drink on without stay or thinking,
+      Till you cannot stand up straight,
+      Nor one word articulate!--
+      But herewith I pledge to you
+                This fair health:
+      May the glass no mischief do,
+                Bring you wealth!
+
+    Wed not you the god and goddess,
+    For the god doth scorn the goddess;
+      He whose name is Liber, he
+      Glories in his liberty.
+      All her virtue in the cup
+                Runs to waste,
+      And wine wedded yieldeth up
+                Strength and taste.
+
+    Since she is the queen of ocean,
+    Goddess she may claim devotion;
+      But she is no mate to kiss
+      His superior holiness.
+      Bacchus never deigned to be
+                Watered, he!
+      Liber never bore to be
+                Christened, he!
+
+
+
+
+XX.
+
+
+Closely allied to drinking-songs are some comic ditties which may have
+been sung at wine-parties. Of these I have thought it worth while to
+present a few specimens, though their medieval bluntness of humour
+does not render them particularly entertaining to a modern reader.
+
+The first I have chosen is _The Lament of the Roast Swan_. It must be
+remembered that this bird was esteemed a delicacy in the Middle Ages,
+and also that pepper was highly prized for its rarity. This gives a
+certain point to the allusion in the third stanza.
+
+
+
+
+THE LAMENT OF THE ROAST SWAN.
+
+No. 53.
+
+
+    Time was my wings were my delight,
+    Time was I made a lovely sight;
+    'Twas when I was a swan snow-white.
+            Woe's me! I vow,
+            Black am I now,
+            Burned up, back, beak, and brow!
+
+    The baster turns me on the spit,
+    The fire I've felt the force of it,
+    The carver carves me bit by bit.
+    I'd rather in the water float
+    Under the bare heavens like a boat,
+    Than have this pepper down my throat.
+
+    Whiter I was than wool or snow,
+    Fairer than any bird I know;
+    Now am I blacker than a crow.
+
+    Now in the gravy-dish I lie,
+    I cannot swim, I cannot fly,
+    Nothing but gnashing teeth I spy.
+                  Woe's me! I vow, &c.
+
+The next is _The Last Will of the Dying Ass_. There is not much to be
+said for the wit of this piece.
+
+
+
+
+THE WILL OF THE DYING ASS.
+
+No. 54.
+
+
+    While a boor, as poets tell,
+    Whacked his patient ass too well,
+    On the ground half dead it fell.
+                La sol fa,
+    On the ground half dead it fell,
+            La sol fa mi re ut.
+
+    Then with gesture sad and low,
+    Streaming eyes and words of woe,
+    He at length addressed it so:
+    "Had I known, my gentle ass,
+    Thou from me so soon wouldst pass,
+    I'd have swaddled thee, alas!
+
+    "Made for thee a tunic meet,
+    Shirt and undershirt complete,
+    Breeches, drawers of linen sweet.
+
+    "Rise awhile, for pity's sake,
+    That ere life your limbs forsake
+    You your legacies may make!"
+
+    Soon the ass stood up, and thus,
+    With a weak voice dolorous,
+    His last will proclaimed for us:
+
+    "To the magistrates my head,
+    Eyes to constables," he said,
+    "Ears to judges, when I'm dead;
+
+    "To old men my teeth shall fall,
+    Lips to wanton wooers all,
+    And my tongue to wives that brawl.
+
+    "Let my feet the bailiffs win,
+    Nostrils the tobacco-men,
+    And fat canons take my skin.
+
+    "Voice to singing boys I give,
+    Throat to topers, may they live!
+    **** to students amative.
+
+    "*** on shepherds I bestow,
+    Thistles on divines, and lo!
+    To the law my shade shall go.
+
+    "Elders have my tardy pace,
+    Boys my rude and rustic grace,
+    Monks my simple open face."
+
+    He who saith this testament
+    Will not hold, let him be shent;
+    He's an ass by all consent.
+                La sol fa,
+    He's an ass by all consent,
+            La sol fa mi re ut.
+
+As a third specimen I select a little bit of mixed prose and verse
+from the _Carmina Burana_, which is curious from its allusion to the
+Land of Cockaigne. Goliardic literature, it may be parenthetically
+observed, has some strong pieces of prose comedy and satire. Of these,
+the _Mass of Topers_ and _Mass of Gamesters_, the _Gospel according to
+Marks_, and the description of a fat monk's daily life deserve
+quotation.[34] They are for the most part, however, too profane to
+bear translation.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 34: Wright's _Rel. Ant._, ii.; _Carm. Bur._, pp. 248 and
+22; Wright's _Mapes_, p. xl.]
+
+
+
+
+THE ABBOT OF COCKAIGNE.
+
+No. 55.
+
+
+    I am the Abbot of Cockaigne,
+    And this is my counsel with topers;
+    And in the sect of Decius (gamesters) this is my will;
+    And whoso shall seek me in taverns before noon;
+    After evensong shall he go forth naked,
+    And thus, stripped of raiment, shall lament him:
+                    Wafna! wafna!
+          O Fate most foul, what hast thou done?
+          The joys of man beneath the sun
+          Thou hast stolen, every one!
+
+
+
+
+XXI.
+
+
+The transition from these trivial and slightly interesting comic songs
+to poems of a serious import, which played so important a part in
+Goliardic literature, must of necessity be abrupt. It forms no part of
+my present purpose to exhibit the Wandering Students in their capacity
+as satirists. That belongs more properly to a study of the earlier
+Reformation than to such an inquiry as I have undertaken in this
+treatise. Satires, especially medieval satires, are apt, besides, to
+lose their force and value in translation. I have therefore confined
+myself to five specimens, more or less closely connected with the
+subjects handled in this study.
+
+The first has the interest of containing some ideas which Villon
+preserved in his ballad of the men of old time.
+
+
+
+
+DEATH TAKES ALL.
+
+No. 56.
+
+
+    Hear, O thou earth, hear, thou encircling sea,
+    Yea, all that live beneath the sun, hear ye
+    How of this world the bravery and the glory
+    Are but vain forms and shadows transitory,
+    Even as all things 'neath Time's empire show
+    By their short durance and swift overthrow!
+      Nothing avails the dignity of kings,
+    Naught, naught avail the strength and stuff of things;
+    The wisdom of the arts no succour brings;
+    Genus and species help not at death's hour,
+    No man was saved by gold in that dread stour;
+    The substance of things fadeth as a flower,
+    As ice 'neath sunshine melts into a shower.
+      Where is Plato, where is Porphyrius?
+    Where is Tullius, where is Virgilius?
+    Where is Thales, where is Empedocles,
+    Or illustrious Aristoteles?
+    Where's Alexander, peerless of might?
+    Where is Hector, Troy's stoutest knight?
+    Where is King David, learning's light?
+    Solomon where, that wisest wight?
+    Where is Helen, and Paris rose-bright?
+      They have fallen to the bottom, as a stone rolls:
+    Who knows if rest be granted to their souls?
+      But Thou, O God, of faithful men the Lord,
+    To us Thy favour evermore afford
+    When on the wicked judgment shall be poured!
+
+The second marks the passage from those feelings of youth and
+spring-time which have been copiously illustrated in Sections
+xiv.-xvii., to emotions befitting later manhood and life's autumn.
+
+
+
+
+AUTUMN YEARS.
+
+No. 57.
+
+
+    While life's April blossom blew,
+    What I willed I then might do,
+    Lust and law seemed comrades true.
+            As I listed, unresisted,
+    Hither, thither, could I play,
+    And my wanton flesh obey.
+
+    When life's autumn days decline,
+    Thus to live, a libertine,
+    Fancy-free as thoughts incline,
+            Manhood's older age and colder
+    Now forbids; removes, destroys
+    All those ways of wonted joys.
+
+    Age with admonition wise
+    Thus doth counsel and advise,
+    While her voice within me cries:
+            "For repenting and relenting
+    There is room; forgiveness falls
+    On all contrite prodigals!"
+
+    I will seek a better mind;
+    Change, correct, and leave behind
+    What I did with purpose blind:
+            From vice sever, with endeavour
+    Yield my soul to serious things,
+    Seek the joy that virtue brings.
+
+The third would find a more appropriate place in a hymn-book than in a
+collection of _Carmina Vagorum_. It is, however, written in a lyrical
+style so closely allied to the secular songs of the _Carmina Burana_
+(where it occurs) that I have thought it well to quote its grimly
+medieval condemnation of human life.
+
+
+
+
+VANITAS VANITATUM.
+
+No. 58.
+
+
+    This vile world
+    In madness hurled
+          Offers but false shadows;
+    Joys that wane
+    And waste like vain
+          Lilies of the meadows.
+
+    Worldly wealth,
+    Youth, strength, and health,
+          Cramp the soul's endeavour;
+    Drive it down
+    In hell to drown,
+          Hell that burns for ever.
+
+    What we see,
+    And what let be,
+          While on earth we tarry,
+    We shall cast
+    Like leaves at last
+          Which the sere oaks carry.
+
+    Carnal life,
+    Man's law of strife,
+          Hath but brief existence;
+    Passes, fades,
+    Like wavering shades
+          Without real subsistence.
+
+    Therefore bind,
+    Tread down and grind
+          Fleshly lusts that blight us;
+    So heaven's bliss
+    'Mid saints that kiss
+          Shall for aye delight us.
+
+The fourth, in like manner, would have but little to do with a
+Commersbuch, were it not for the fact that the most widely famous
+modern student-song of Germany has borrowed two passages from its
+serious and tragic rhythm. Close inspection of _Gaudeamus Igitur_
+shows that the metrical structure of that song is based on the
+principle of quoting one of its long lines and rhyming to it.
+
+
+
+
+ON CONTEMPT FOR THE WORLD.
+
+No. 59.
+
+
+    "De contemptu mundi:" this is the theme I've taken:
+    Time it is from sleep to rise, from death's torpor waken:
+    Gather virtue's grain and leave tares of sin forsaken.
+      Rise up, rise, be vigilant; trim your lamp, be ready.
+
+    Brief is life, and brevity briefly shall be ended:
+    Death comes quick, fears no man, none hath his dart suspended:
+    Death kills all, to no man's prayer hath he condescended.
+      Rise up, rise, be vigilant; trim your lamp, be ready.
+
+    Where are they who in this world, ere we kept, were keeping?
+    Come unto the churchyard, thou! see where they are sleeping!
+    Dust and ashes are they, worms in their flesh are creeping.
+      Rise up, rise, be vigilant; trim your lamp, be ready.
+
+    Into life each man is born with great teen and trouble:
+    All through life he drags along; toil on toil is double:
+    When life's done, the pangs of death take him, break the bubble.
+      Rise up, rise, be vigilant; trim your lamp, be ready.
+
+    If from sin thou hast been turned, born a new man wholly,
+    Changed thy life to better things, childlike, simple, holy;
+    Thus into God's realm shalt thou enter with the lowly.
+      Rise up, rise, be vigilant; trim your lamp, be ready.
+
+Having alluded to _Gaudeamus Igitur_, I shall close my translations
+with a version of it into English. The dependence of this lyric upon
+the rhythm and substance of the poem on _Contempt for the World_,
+which I have already indicated, is perhaps the reason why it is sung
+by German students after the funeral of a comrade. The Office for the
+Dead sounding in their ears, occasions the startling _igitur_ with
+which it opens; and their mind reverts to solemn phrases in the midst
+of masculine determination to enjoy the present while it is yet
+theirs.
+
+
+
+
+GAUDEAMUS IGITUR.
+
+No. 60.
+
+
+    Let us live then and be glad
+      While young life's before us!
+          After youthful pastime had,
+          After old age hard and sad,
+      Earth will slumber o'er us.
+
+    Where are they who in this world,
+      Ere we kept, were keeping?
+          Go ye to the gods above;
+          Go to hell; inquire thereof:
+      They are not; they're sleeping.
+
+    Brief is life, and brevity
+      Briefly shall be ended:
+          Death comes like a whirlwind strong,
+          Bears us with his blast along;
+      None shall be defended.
+
+    Live this university,
+      Men that learning nourish;
+          Live each member of the same,
+          Long live all that bear its name;
+      Let them ever flourish!
+
+    Live the commonwealth also,
+      And the men that guide it!
+          Live our town in strength and health,
+          Founders, patrons, by whose wealth
+      We are here provided!
+
+    Live all girls! A health to you,
+      Melting maids and beauteous!
+          Live the wives and women too,
+          Gentle, loving, tender, true,
+      Good, industrious, duteous!
+
+    Perish cares that pule and pine!
+      Perish envious blamers!
+          Die the Devil, thine and mine!
+          Die the starch-necked Philistine!
+      Scoffers and defamers!
+
+
+
+
+XXII.
+
+
+I have now fulfilled the purpose which I had in view when I began this
+study of the _Carmina Vagorum_, and have reproduced in English verse
+what seemed to me the most characteristic specimens of that
+literature, in so far as it may be considered precursory of the
+Renaissance.
+
+In spite of novelty, in spite of historical interest, in spite of a
+certain literary charm, it is not an edifying product of medieval art
+with which I have been dealing. When I look back upon my own work, and
+formulate the impression left upon my mind by familiarity with the
+songs I have translated, the doubt occurs whether some apology be not
+required for having dragged these forth from antiquarian obscurity.
+
+The truth is that there is very little that is elevated in the lyrics
+of the Goliardi. They are almost wholly destitute of domestic piety,
+of patriotism, of virtuous impulse, of heroic resolve. The greatness
+of an epoch which throbbed with the enthusiasms of the Crusades, which
+gave birth to a Francis and a Dominic, which witnessed the manly
+resistance offered by the Lombard burghs to the Teutonic Emperor, the
+formation of Northern France into a solid monarchy, and the victorious
+struggle of the Papacy against the Empire, finds but rare expression
+in this poetry. From the _Carmina Burana_ we cull one chant indeed on
+Saladin, one spirited lament for Richard Coeur de Lion; but their
+general tone is egotistic.
+
+Even the satires, so remarkable for boldness, are directed against
+those ecclesiastical abuses which touched the interests of the clerkly
+classes--against simony, avarice, venality in the Roman Curia, against
+the ambition of prelates and the effort to make princely benefices
+hereditary, rather than against the real sins of the Church--her
+wilful solidification of popular superstitions for the purposes of
+self-aggrandisement, her cruel persecution of free thought, and her
+deflection from the spirit of her Founder.
+
+With regard to women, abundant examples have been adduced to
+illustrate the sensual and unromantic spirit of these lettered lovers.
+A note of undisguised materialism sounds throughout the large majority
+of their erotic songs. Tenderness of feeling is rarely present. The
+passion is one-sided, recognised as ephemeral, without a vista on the
+sanctities of life in common with the beloved object. Notable
+exceptions to the general rule are the lyrics I have printed above on
+pp. 75-78. But it would have been easier to confirm the impression of
+licentiousness than to multiply specimens of delicate sentiment, had I
+chosen to ransack the whole stores of the _Carmina Burana_.
+
+It is not necessary to censure their lack of so-called chivalrous
+woman-worship. That artificial mood of emotion, though glorified by
+the literary art of greatest poets, has something pitiably unreal,
+incurably morbid, in its mysticism. But, putting this aside, we are
+still bound to notice the absence of that far more human self-devotion
+of man to woman which forms a conspicuous element in the Arthurian
+romances. The love of Tristram for Iseult, of Lancelot for Guinevere,
+of Beaumains for his lady, is alien to the Goliardic conception of
+intersexual relations. Nowhere do we find a trace of Arthur's vow
+imposed upon his knights: "never to do outrage,... and alway to do
+ladies, damosels, and gentlewomen succour upon pain of death." This
+manly respect for women, which was, if not precisely the purest, yet
+certainly the most fruitful social impulse of the Middle Ages,
+receives no expression in the _Carmina Vagorum_.
+
+The reason is not far to seek. The Clerici were a class debarred from
+domesticity, devoted in theory to celibacy, in practice incapable of
+marriage. They were not so much unsocial or anti-social as
+extra-social; and while they gave a loose rein to their appetites,
+they respected none of those ties, anticipated none of those home
+pleasures, which consecrate the animal desires in everyday existence
+as we know it. One of their most popular poems is a brutal monastic
+diatribe on matrimony, fouler in its stupid abuse of women, more
+unmanly in its sordid imputations, than any satire which emanated from
+the corruption of Imperial Rome.[35] The cynicism of this exhortation
+against marriage forms a proper supplement to the other kind of
+cynicism which emerges in the lyrics of triumphant seducers and light
+lovers.
+
+But why then have I taken the trouble to translate these songs, and
+to present them in such profusion to a modern audience? It is because,
+after making all allowances for their want of great or noble feeling,
+due to the peculiar medium from which they sprang, they are in many
+ways realistically beautiful and in a strict sense true to vulgar
+human nature. They are the spontaneous expression of careless, wanton,
+unreflective youth. And all this they were, too, in an age which we
+are apt to regard as incapable of these very qualities.
+
+The defects I have been at pains to indicate render the Goliardic
+poems remarkable as documents for the right understanding of the
+brilliant Renaissance epoch which was destined to close the Middle
+Ages. To the best of them we may with certainty assign the
+seventy-five years between 1150 and 1225. In that period, so fruitful
+of great efforts and of great results in the fields of politics and
+thought and literature, efforts and results foredoomed to partial
+frustration and to perverse misapplication--in that potent space of
+time, so varied in its intellectual and social manifestations, so
+pregnant with good and evil, so rapid in mutations, so indeterminate
+between advance and retrogression--this Goliardic poetry stands
+alone. It occupies a position of unique and isolated, if limited,
+interest; because it was no outcome of feudalism or ecclesiasticism;
+because it has no tincture of chivalrous or mystic piety; because it
+implies no metaphysical determination; because it is pagan in the
+sense of being natural; because it is devoid of allegory, and,
+finally, because it is emphatically humanistic.
+
+In these respects it detaches itself from the artistic and literary
+phenomena of the century which gave it birth. In these respects it
+anticipates the real eventual Renaissance.
+
+There are, indeed, points of contact between the Students' Songs and
+other products of the Middle Ages. Scholastic quibblings upon words;
+reiterated commonplaces about spring; the brutal contempt for
+villeins; the frequent employment of hymn-rhythms and preoccupation
+with liturgical phrases--these show that the Wandering Scholars were
+creatures of their age. But the qualities which this lyrical
+literature shares with that of the court, the temple, or the schools
+are mainly superficial; whereas the vital inspiration, the specific
+flavour, which render it noteworthy, are distinct and self-evolved. It
+is a premature, an unconscious effort made by a limited class to
+achieve _per saltum_ what was slowly and laboriously wrought out by
+whole nations in the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries. Too
+precocious, too complete within too narrow limits, it was doomed to
+sterility. Not the least singular fact about it is that though the
+_Carmina Vagorum_ continued to be appreciated, they were neither
+imitated nor developed to any definite extent after the period which I
+have indicated. They fell still-born upon the unreceptive soil of
+European culture at that epoch. Yet they foreshadowed the mental and
+moral attitude which Europe was destined to assume when Italy through
+humanism gave its tone to the Renaissance.
+
+The Renaissance, in Italy as elsewhere, had far more serious aims and
+enthusiasms in the direction of science, refined self-culture,
+discoveries, analysis of man and nature, than have always been
+ascribed to it. The men of that epoch did more hard work for the
+world, conferred more sterling benefits on their posterity, than those
+who study it chiefly from the point of view of art are ready to admit.
+But the mental atmosphere in which those heroes lived and wrought was
+one of carelessness with regard to moral duties and religious
+aspirations, of exuberant delight in pleasure as an object of
+existence. The glorification of the body and the senses, the
+repudiation of an ascetic tyranny which had long in theory imposed
+impossible abstentions on the carnal man, was a marked feature in
+their conception of the world; and connected with this was a return in
+no merely superficial spirit to the antique paganism of Greece and
+Rome.
+
+These characteristics of the Renaissance we find already outlined with
+surprising definiteness, and at the same time with an almost childlike
+naïveté, a careless, mirth-provoking nonchalance, in the _Carmina
+Vagorum_. They remind us of the Italian lyrics which Lorenzo de'
+Medici and Poliziano wrote for the Florentine populace; and though in
+form and artistic intention they differ from the Latin verse of that
+period, their view of life is not dissimilar to that of a Pontano or a
+Beccadelli.
+
+Some folk may regard the things I have presented to their view as ugly
+or insignificant, because they lack the higher qualities of sentiment;
+others may over-value them for precisely the same reason. They seem to
+me noteworthy as the first unmistakable sign of a change in modern
+Europe which was inevitable and predestined, as the first literary
+effort to restore the moral attitude of antiquity which had been
+displaced by medieval Christianity. I also feel the special relation
+which they bear to English poetry of the Etizabethan age--a relation
+that has facilitated their conversion into our language.
+
+That Wandering Students of the twelfth century should have transcended
+the limitations of their age; that they should have absorbed so many
+elements of life into their scheme of natural enjoyment as the artists
+and scholars of the fifteenth; that they should have theorised their
+appetites and impulses with Valla, have produced masterpieces of
+poetry to rival Ariosto's, or criticisms of society in the style of
+Rabelais, was not to be expected. What their lyrics prove by
+anticipation is the sincerity of the so-called paganism of the
+Renaissance. When we read them, we perceive that that quality was
+substantially independent of the classical revival; though the
+influences of antique literature were eagerly seized upon as useful
+means for strengthening and giving tone to an already potent revolt of
+nature against hypocritical and palsy-stricken forms of spiritual
+despotism.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 35: _Golias de Conjuge non ducenda_, Wright's _Mapes_, p.
+77.]
+
+
+
+
+APPENDIX.
+
+NOTE ON THE "ORDO VAGORUM" AND THE "ARCHIPOETA."
+
+_See Section vii. pp. 16-23, above._
+
+
+It seems desirable that I should enlarge upon some topics which I
+treated somewhat summarily in Section vii. I assumed that the
+Wandering Scholars regarded themselves as a kind of Guild or Order;
+and for this assumption the Songs Nos. 1, 2, 3, translated in Section
+xiii. are a sufficient warrant. Yet the case might be considerably
+strengthened. In the _Sequentia falsi evangelii secundum marcam
+argenti_[36] we read of the _Gens Lusorum_ or Tribe of Gamesters,
+which corresponds to the _Secta Decii_,[37] the _Ordo Vagorum_, and
+the _Familia Goliae_. Again, in Wright's _Walter Mapes_[38] there is
+an epistle written from England by one Richardus Goliardus to _Omnibus
+in Gallia Goliae discipulis_, introducing a friend, asking for
+information _ordo vester qualis est_, and giving for the reason of
+this request _ne magis in ordine indiscrete vivam_. He addresses his
+French comrades as _pueri Goliae_, and winds up with good wishes for
+the _socios sanctae confratriae_. Proofs might be multiplied that the
+Wandering Students in Germany also regarded themselves as a
+confraternity, with special rules and ordinances. Of this, the curious
+parody of an episcopal letter, issued in 1209 by _Surianus, Praesul et
+Archiprimas_, to the _vagi clerici_ of Austria, Styria, Bavaria, and
+Moravia is a notable example.[39]
+
+I have treated Golias as the eponymous hero of this tribe, the chief
+of this confraternity. But it ought to be said that the name Golias
+occurs principally in English MSS., where the Goliardic poems are
+ascribed to _Golias Episcopus._ Elsewhere the same personage is spoken
+of as _Primas_, which is a title of dignity applying to a prelate with
+jurisdiction superior even to that of an archbishop. Grimm[40] quotes
+this phrase from a German chronicle: _Primas vagus multos versus
+edidit magistrates_. In the _Sequentia falsi evangelii_[41] we find
+twice repeated _Primas autem qui dicitur vilissimus_. The Venetian
+codex from which Grimm drew some of his texts[42] attributes the
+_Dispute of Thetis and Lyaeus_ and the _Advice against Matrimony_,
+both of which passed in England under the name of Golias and
+afterwards of Walter Map, to _Primas Presbyter_.
+
+With regard to this Primas, it is important to mention that Fra
+Salimbene in his Chronicle[43] gives a succinct account of him under
+the date 1233. It runs as follows: _Fuit his temporibus Primas
+canonicus eoloniensis, magnus trutannus et magnus trufator, et maximus
+versificator et velox, qui, si dedisset cor suum ad diligendum Deum,
+magnus in litteratura divina fuisset, et utilis valde_ _Ecclesiae
+Dei. Cujus Apocalypsim, quam fecerat, vidi, et alia scripta plura_.
+After this passage follow some anecdotes, with quotations of verses
+extemporised by Primas, and lastly the whole of the Confession,
+translated by me at p. 55 above. Thus Salimbene, who was almost a
+contemporary author, attributes to Primas two of the most important
+poems which passed in England under the name of Golias, while the
+Venetian MS. ascribes two others of the same class to Primas
+Presbyter. It is also very noteworthy that Salimbene expressly calls
+this Primas a Canon of Cologne.
+
+That this poet, whoever he was, had attained to celebrity in Italy (as
+well as in Germany) under the title of Primas, appears also from the
+following passage of a treatise by Thomas of Capua[44] on the Art of
+Writing: _Dictaminum vero tria sunt genera auctoribus diffinita,
+prosaicum scilicet, metricum et rithmicum; prosaicum ut Cassiodori,
+metricum ut Virgilii, rithmicum ut Primatis_. Boccaccio was in all
+probability referring to the same Primas in the tale he told about
+_Primasso_,[45] who is described as a man of European reputation, and
+a great and rapid versifier. It is curious that just as Giraldus seems
+to have accepted _Golias_ as the real name of this poet,[46] so Fra
+Salimbene, Thomas of Capua, and Boccaccio appear to use _Primas_ as a
+Christian name.
+
+The matter becomes still more complicated when we find, as we do, some
+of the same poems attributed in France to Walter of Lille, in England
+to Walter Map, and further current under yet another title of dignity,
+that of _Archipoeta_.[47]
+
+We can hardly avoid the conclusion that by Golias Episcopus, Primas,
+and Archipoeta one and the same person, occupying a prominent post in
+the Order, was denoted. He was the head of the Goliardic family, the
+Primate of the Wandering Students' Order, the Archpoet of these
+lettered minstrels. The rare excellence of the compositions ascribed
+to him caused them to be spread abroad, multiplied, and imitated in
+such fashion that it is now impossible to feel any certainty about the
+personality which underlay these titles.
+
+Though we seem frequently upon the point of touching the real man, he
+constantly eludes our grasp. Who he was, whether he was one or many,
+remains a mystery. Whether the poems which bear one or other of his
+changing titles were really the work of a single writer, is also a
+matter for fruitless conjecture. We may take it for granted that he
+was not Walter Map; for Map was not a Canon of Cologne, not a follower
+of Reinald von Dassel, not a mark for the severe scorn of Giraldus.
+Similar reasoning renders it more than improbable that the Golias of
+Giraldus, the Primas of Salimbene, and the petitioner to Reinald
+should have been Walter of Lille.[48]
+
+At the same time it is singular that the name of Walter should twice
+occur in Goliardic poems of a good period. One of these is the famous
+and beautiful lament:--
+
+    "Versa est in luctum--eithara Waltheri."
+
+This exists in the MS. of the _Carmina Burana_, but not in the Paris
+MS. of Walter's poems edited by Müldner.
+
+It contains allusions to the poet's ejection from his place in the
+Church--a misfortune which actually befell Walter of Lille. Grimm has
+printed another poem, _Saepe de miseria,_ in which the name of Walter
+occurs.[49] It is introduced thus:
+
+    "Hoc Gualtherus sub-prior
+      Jubet in decretis."
+
+Are we to infer from the designation _Sub-prior_ that the Walter of
+this poem held a post in the Order inferior to that of the Primas?
+
+It is of importance in this connection to bear in mind that five of
+the poems attributed in English MSS. to Golias and Walter Map, namely,
+_Missus sum in vineam_, _Multiformis hominum_, _Fallax est et
+mobilis_, _A tauro torrida_, _Heliconis rivulo_, _Tanto viro
+locuturi_, among which is the famous Apocalypse ascribed by Salimbene
+to Primas, are given to Walter of Lille in the Paris MS. edited by
+Müldner.[50] They are distinguished by a marked unity of style; and
+what is also significant, a lyric in this Paris MS., _Dum Gualterus
+aegrotaret_, introduces the poet's name in the same way as the _Versa
+est in luctum_ of the _Carmina Burana_. Therefore, without identifying
+Walter of Lille with the Primas, Archipoeta, and Golias, we must allow
+that his place in Goliardic literature is very considerable. But I am
+inclined to think that the weight of evidence favours chiefly the
+ascription of serious and satiric pieces to his pen. It is probable
+that the Archipoeta, the follower of Reinald von Dassel, the man who
+composed the most vigorous Goliardic poem we possess, and gave the
+impulse of his genius to that style of writing, was not the Walter of
+the _Versa est in luctum_ or of _Dum Gualterus aegrotaret_. That
+Walter must have been somewhat his junior; and it is not unreasonable
+to assume that he was Walter of Lille, who may perhaps be further
+identified with the _Gualtherus sub-prior_ of the poem on the author's
+poverty. This Walter's Latin designation, _Gualtherus de Insula_,
+helps, as I have observed above,[51] to explain the attribution of the
+Goliardic poems in general to Walter Map by English scribes of the
+fifteenth century.
+
+After all, it is safer to indulge in no constructive speculations
+where the matter of inquiry is both vague and meagre. One thing
+appears tolerably manifest; that many hands of very various dexterity
+contributed to form the whole body of songs which we call Goliardic.
+It is also clear that the Clerici Vagi considered themselves a
+confraternity, and that they burlesqued the institutions of a
+religious order, pretending to honour and obey a primate or bishop, to
+whom the nickname of Golias was given at the period in which they
+flourished most. Viewed in his literary capacity, this chief was
+further designated as the Archpoet. Of his personality we know as
+little as we do of that of Homer.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 36: Grimm's _Gedichte des Mittelalters_, p. 232.]
+
+[Footnote 37: _Carm. Bur._, p. 254.]
+
+[Footnote 38: Page 69.]
+
+[Footnote 39: Giesebrecht in _Allg. Monatschrift_. Jan. 1853. p. 35.]
+
+[Footnote 40: Op. cit., p. 182.]
+
+[Footnote 41: Ib., p. 232.]
+
+[Footnote 42: Ib., pp. 238, 239.]
+
+[Footnote 43: Published at Parma, 1857.]
+
+[Footnote 44: See Novati, _Carmina Medii Aevi_, p. 8, note.]
+
+[Footnote 45: _Decameron_, i, 7.]
+
+[Footnote 46: See above, p. 21.]
+
+[Footnote 47: Grimm, op. cit., p. 189 et seq.]
+
+[Footnote 48: Giesebrecht identifies Walter of Lille with the
+Archipoeta. But he seems to be unacquainted with Salimbene's
+Chronicle, and I agree with Hubatsch that he has not made out his
+point.]
+
+[Footnote 49: Op. cit., p. 235, also in _Carm. Bur._, p. 74.]
+
+[Footnote 50: Hannover, 1859.]
+
+[Footnote 51: Page 23.]
+
+
+
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+
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+
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+
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+
+H. Hagen. Carmina Medii Aevi Max. Part. Inedita. Bern. 1877.
+
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+
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+
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+
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+A. Bartoli. I Precursori del Rinascimento, Firenze. 1876.
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+
+
+
+
+TABLE OF SONGS TRANSLATED IN THIS VOLUME.
+
+
+N.B.--In order to facilitate the comparison between my translations
+and the originals, I have made the following table. The first column
+gives the number of the song and the second the page in this book; the
+third column gives the beginning of each song in English; the fourth
+gives the beginning of each song in Latin. The references in the fifth
+column are to the little anthology called _Gaudeamus_ (Leipzig,
+Teubner, 1879); those in the sixth column are to the printed edition
+of the Benedictbeuern Codex, which goes by the title of _Carmina
+Burana_ (Stuttgart, auf Kosten das Literarischen Vereins, Hering & Co.
+printers, 1847).
+
+
+    +-------------------------------------------------------------------+
+    |No.|Page.|       English.         |       Latin.       |Gaud.|Car. |
+    |   |     |                        |                    |     |Bur. |
+    +---+-----+------------------------+--------------------+-----+-----+
+    |   |     |                        |                    |Page |Page |
+    | 1 | 42  | At the mandate         | Cum in orbem       |   3 | 251 |
+    | 2 | 47  | Once, it was           | Olim nostrum       |   6 |  .. |
+    | 3 | 50  | I a wandering          | Exul ego           | 178 |  50 |
+    | 4 | 52  | We in our              | Nos vagabunduli    | 195 |  .. |
+    | 5 | 55  | Boiling in my          | Aestuans           |  34 |  67 |
+    | 6 | 63  | Spring is coming       | Ver redit          |  88 | 178 |
+    | 7 | 64  | These hours of         | Tempus est         | 100 | 211 |
+    | 8 | 66  | Take your pleasure     | Congaudentes       |  90 | 166 |
+    | 9 | 67  | Winter's untruth       | Vetus error        |  86 |  .. |
+    |10 | 68  | Winter, now            | Cedit hiems        |  85 | 177 |
+    |11 | 69  | Now the fields         | Jam jam virent      |  89 | 184 |
+    |12 | 70  | Spring returns         | Ecce gratum        |  84 |  83 |
+    |13 | 71  | Vernal hours           | Vernum tempus      |  81 |  .. |
+    |14 | 72  | Hail thou              | Salve ver          |  .. | 193 |
+    |15 | 74  | Summer sweet           | Dum aestas         |  97 | 196 |
+    |16 | 75  | The blithe young year  | Anni novi          |  .. | 145 |
+    |17 | 76  | Now the sun            | Omnia sol          | 109 | 177 |
+    |18 | 77  | In the spring          | Veris dulcis       |  .. | 195 |
+    |19 | 78  | With so sweet          | De pollicito       | 103 | 206 |
+    |20 | 79  | Wide the lime-tree     | Late pandit        |  .. | 185 |
+    |21 | 80  | Yonder choir of        | Ecce chorus        |  .. | 118 |
+    |22 | 82  | Meadows bloom          | Virent prata       |  98 | 189 |
+    |23 | 84  | Cast aside             | Omittamus studia   |  82 | 137 |
+    |24 | 87  | There went out         | Exiit diluculo     | 120 | 155 |
+    |25 | 87  | In the summer's        | Aestivali sub      | 125 | 145 |
+    |26 | 89  | All the woods          | Florent omnes      |  93 | 182 |
+    |27 | 91  | When the lamp          | Dum Dianae         |  .. | 124 |
+    |28 | 95  | In the spring-time     | Anni parte         |  .. | 155 |
+    |29 | 99  | On their steeds        | Equitabant         |  .. | 162 |
+    |30 |106  | Take thou              | Suscipe Flos       |  .. | 217 |
+    |31 |107  | Come to me             | Veni veni          | 102 | 208 |
+    |32 |109  | Lydia bright           | Lydia bella        |  96 |  .. |
+    |33 |111  | When a young man       | Si puer cum        | 116 | 215 |
+    |34 |112  | Rudely blows           | Saevit aurae       |  .. | 148 |
+    |35 |114  | Love rules             | Amor tenet         |  91 | 150 |
+    |36 |117  | List, my girl          | Non contrecto      | 118 | 150 |
+    |37 |118  | Think no evil          | Ludo cum           | 104 | 151 |
+    |38 |120  | With song I            | Sic mea fata       | 117 | 229 |
+    |39 |121  | False the tongue       | Lingua mendax      | 111 | 230 |
+    |40 |124  | A mortal anguish       | Humor letalis      | 114 | 169 |
+    |41 |127  | Up to this time        | Huc usque          | 119 |  .. |
+    |42 |129  | Oh, of love            | O comes            |  .. | 225 |
+    |43 |130  | Sweet native           | Dulce solum        | 110 | 168 |
+    |44 |132  | Oh, my father          | Hecs pater         | 175 | 172 |
+    |45 |136  | Wine the good          | Vinum bonum        |  17 |  .. |
+    |46 |137  | In dulci jubilo        | In dulci jubilo    | 201 |  .. |
+[52]|47 |139  | Ho all ye              |    ....            |  .. |  .. |
+    |48 |140  | Laurel-crowned         | Lauriger Horatius  |  74 |  .. |
+    |49 |141  | Sweet in               | Dulce cum          |  74 |  .. |
+    |50 |142  | Ho! comrades           | O consacii         |  87 | 198 |
+    |51 |144  | Laying truth bare      | Denudata           |  57 | 232 |
+    |52 |151  | Topers in and          | Potatores          |  27 | 240 |
+    |53 |154  | Time was               | Olim latus         | 188 | 173 |
+    |54 |155  | While a boor           | Rusticus dum       | 189 |  .. |
+    |55 |158  | I am the Abbot         | Ego sum Abbas      |  73 | 254 |
+[53]|56 |159  | Hear, O thou           | Audi Tellus        |  .. |  .. |
+    |57 |161  | While life's           | Dum juventus       | 135 |   8 |
+    |58 |162  | This vile world        | Iste mundus        |  .. |   5 |
+    |59 |164  | De contemptu           | Scribere proposni  | 129 |  .. |
+    |60 |165  | Let us live then       | Gaudeamus igitur   |   1 |  .. |
+    +-------------------------------------------------------------------+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 52: The original of this song will be found in Geiger,
+_Humanismus und Renaissance_, p. 414.]
+
+[Footnote 53: The original will be found in Moll, _Hymnarium_, p.
+138.]
+
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+Title: Wine, Women, and Song
+       Mediaeval Latin Students' songs; Now first translated into English verse
+
+Author: Various
+
+Translator: John Addington Symonds
+
+Release Date: March 24, 2006 [EBook #18044]
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+                        WINE, WOMEN, AND SONG
+
+
+                "Wer liebt nicht Weib Wein and Gesang
+                 Der bleibt ein Narr sein Lebenslang."
+
+                                           --_Martin Luther._
+
+
+                   _MEDIÆVAL LATIN STUDENTS' SONGS_
+
+               Now First Translated into English Verse
+
+                            WITH AN ESSAY
+
+
+
+                                  BY
+
+                        JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS
+
+
+
+
+                                London
+
+                    CHATTO AND WINDUS, PICCADILLY
+
+                                 1884
+
+
+
+
+TO
+
+_ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON._
+
+
+_Dear Louis,_
+
+_To you, in memory of past symposia, when wit (your wit) flowed freer
+than our old Forzato, I dedicate this little book, my pastime through
+three anxious months._
+
+_Yours,_
+
+_JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS_
+
+_Villa Emily, San Remo,_
+
+_May 1884._
+
+
+
+
+Wine, Women, and Song.
+
+I.
+
+
+When we try to picture to ourselves the intellectual and moral state
+of Europe in the Middle Ages, some fixed and almost stereotyped ideas
+immediately suggest themselves. We think of the nations immersed in a
+gross mental lethargy; passively witnessing the gradual extinction of
+arts and sciences which Greece and Rome had splendidly inaugurated;
+allowing libraries and monuments of antique civilisation to crumble
+into dust; while they trembled under a dull and brooding terror of
+coming judgment, shrank from natural enjoyment as from deadly sin, or
+yielded themselves with brutal eagerness to the satisfaction of vulgar
+appetites. Preoccupation with the other world in this long period
+weakens man's hold upon the things that make his life desirable.
+Philosophy is sunk in the slough of ignorant, perversely subtle
+disputation upon subjects destitute of actuality. Theological
+fanaticism has extinguished liberal studies and the gropings of the
+reason after truth in positive experience. Society lies prostrate
+under the heel of tyrannous orthodoxy. We discern men in masses,
+aggregations, classes, guilds--everywhere the genus and the species of
+humanity, rarely and by luminous exception individuals and persons.
+Universal ideals of Church and Empire clog and confuse the nascent
+nationalities. Prolonged habits, of extra-mundane contemplation,
+combined with the decay of real knowledge, volatilise the thoughts and
+aspirations of the best and wisest into dreamy unrealities, giving a
+false air of mysticism to love, shrouding art in allegory, reducing
+the interpretation of texts to an exercise of idle ingenuity, and the
+study of Nature (in Bestiaries, Lapidaries, and the like) to an insane
+system of grotesque and pious quibbling. The conception of man's fall
+and of the incurable badness of this world bears poisonous fruit of
+cynicism and asceticism, that twofold bitter almond, hidden in the
+harsh monastic shell. The devil has become God upon this earth, and
+God's eternal jailer in the next world. Nature is regarded with
+suspicion and aversion; the flesh, with shame and loathing, broken by
+spasmodic outbursts of lawless self-indulgence. For human life there
+is one formula:--
+
+    "Of what is't fools make such vain keeping?
+    Sin their conception, their birth weeping,
+    Their life a general mist of error,
+    Their death a hideous storm of terror."
+
+The contempt of the world is the chief theme of edification. A charnel
+filled with festering corpses, snakes, and worms points the preacher's
+moral. Before the eyes of all, in terror-stricken vision or in
+nightmares of uneasy conscience, leap the inextinguishable flames of
+hell. Salvation, meanwhile, is being sought through amulets, relics,
+pilgrimages to holy places, fetishes of divers sorts and different
+degrees of potency. The faculties of the heart and head, defrauded of
+wholesome sustenance, have recourse to delirious debauches of the
+fancy, dreams of magic, compacts with the evil one, insanities of
+desire, ineptitudes of discipline. Sexual passion, ignoring the true
+place of woman in society, treats her on the one hand like a servile
+instrument, on the other exalts her to sainthood or execrates her as
+the chief impediment to holiness. Common sense, sanity of judgment,
+acceptance of things as they are, resolution to ameliorate the evils
+and to utilise the goods of life, seem everywhere deficient. Men are
+obstinate in misconception of their proper aims, wasting their
+energies upon shadows instead of holding fast by realities, waiting
+for a future whereof they know nothing, in lieu of mastering and
+economising the present. The largest and most serious undertakings of
+united Europe in this period--the Crusades--are based upon a radical
+mistake. "Why seek ye the living among the dead? Behold, He is not
+here, but risen!" With these words ringing in their ears, the nations
+flock to Palestine and pour their blood forth for an empty sepulchre.
+The one Emperor who attains the object of Christendom by rational
+means is excommunicated for his success. Frederick II. returns from
+the Holy Land a ruined man because he made a compact useful to his
+Christian subjects with the Chief of Islam.
+
+
+
+
+II.
+
+
+Such are some of the stereotyped ideas which crowd our mind when we
+reflect upon the Middle Ages. They are certainly one-sided. Drawn for
+the most part from the study of monastic literature, exaggerated by
+that reaction against medievalism which the Renaissance initiated,
+they must be regarded as inadequate to represent the whole truth. At
+no one period between the fall of the Roman Empire and the close of
+the thirteenth century was the mental atmosphere of Europe so
+unnaturally clouded. Yet there is sufficient substance in them to
+justify their formulation. The earlier Middle Ages did, in fact,
+extinguish antique civility. The later Middle Ages did create, to use
+a phrase of Michelet, an army of dunces for the maintenance of
+orthodoxy. The intellect and the conscience became used to moving
+paralytically among visions, dreams, and mystic terrors, weighed down
+with torpor, abusing virile faculties for the suppression of truth and
+the perpetuation of revered error.
+
+It is, therefore, with a sense of surprise, with something like a
+shock to preconceived opinions, that we first become acquainted with
+the medieval literature which it is my object in the present treatise
+to make better known to English readers. That so bold, so fresh, so
+natural, so pagan a view of human life as the Latin songs of the
+Wandering Students exhibit, should have found clear and artistic
+utterance in the epoch of the Crusades, is indeed enough to bid us
+pause and reconsider the justice of our stereotyped ideas about that
+period. This literature makes it manifest that the ineradicable
+appetites and natural instincts of men and women were no less vigorous
+in fact, though less articulate and self-assertive, than they had been
+in the age of Greece and Rome, and than they afterwards displayed
+themselves in what is known as the Renaissance.
+
+With something of the same kind we have long been familiar in the
+Troubadour poetry of Provence. But Provençal literature has a strong
+chivalrous tincture, and every one is aware with what relentless fury
+the civilisation which produced it was stamped out by the Church. The
+literature of the Wandering Students, on the other hand, owes nothing
+to chivalry, and emanates from a class which formed a subordinate part
+of the ecclesiastical militia. It is almost vulgar in its presentment
+of common human impulses; it bears the mark of the proletariate,
+though adorned with flourishes betokening the neighbourhood of Church
+and University.
+
+
+
+
+III.
+
+
+Much has recently been written upon the subject of an abortive
+Renaissance within the Middle Ages. The centre of it was France, and its
+period of brilliancy may be roughly defined as the middle and end of
+the twelfth century. Much, again, has been said about the religious
+movement in England, which spread to Eastern Europe, and anticipated the
+Reformation by two centuries before the date of Luther. The songs of the
+Wandering Students, composed for the most part in the twelfth century,
+illustrate both of these early efforts after self-emancipation. Uttering
+the unrestrained emotions of men attached by a slender tie to the
+dominant clerical class and diffused over all countries, they bring us
+face to face with a body of opinion which finds in studied chronicle or
+laboured dissertation of the period no echo. On the one side, they
+express that delight in life and physical enjoyment which was a main
+characteristic of the Renaissance; on the other, they proclaim that
+revolt against the corruption of Papal Rome which was the motive-force
+of the Reformation.
+
+Our knowledge of this poetry is derived from two chief sources. One is
+a MS. of the thirteenth century, which was long preserved in the
+monastery of Benedictbeuern in Upper Bavaria, and is now at Munich.
+Richly illuminated with rare and curious illustrations of contemporary
+manners, it seems to have been compiled for the use of some
+ecclesiastical prince. This fine codex was edited in 1847 at
+Stuttgart. The title of the publication is _Carmina Burana_, and under
+that designation I shall refer to it. The other is a Harleian MS.,
+written before 1264, which Mr. Thomas Wright collated with other
+English MSS., and published in 1841 under the name of _Latin Poems
+commonly attributed to Walter Mapes_.
+
+These two sources have to some extent a common stock of poems, which
+proves the wide diffusion of the songs in question before the date
+assignable to the earlier of the two MS. authorities. But while this
+is so, it must be observed that the _Carmina Burana_ are richer in
+compositions which form a prelude to the Renaissance; the English
+collections, on the other hand, contain a larger number of serious and
+satirical pieces anticipating the Reformation.
+
+Another important set of documents for the study of the subject are
+the three large works of Edelstand du Méril upon popular Latin poetry;
+while the stores at our disposal have been otherwise augmented by
+occasional publications of German and English scholars, bringing to
+light numerous scattered specimens of a like description. Of late it
+has been the fashion in Germany to multiply anthologies of medieval
+student-songs, intended for companion volumes to the _Commersbuch_.
+Among these, one entitled _Gaudeamus_ (Teubner, 2d edition, 1879)
+deserves honourable mention.
+
+It is my purpose to give a short account of what is known about the
+authors of these verses, to analyse the general characteristics of
+their art, and to illustrate the theme by copious translations. So far
+as I am aware, the songs of Wandering Students offer almost absolutely
+untrodden ground to the English translator; and this fact may be
+pleaded in excuse for the large number which I have laid under
+contribution.
+
+In carrying out my plan, I shall confine myself principally, but not
+strictly, to the _Carmina Burana_. I wish to keep in view the
+anticipation of the Renaissance rather than to dwell upon those
+elements which indicate an early desire for ecclesiastical reform.
+
+
+
+
+IV.
+
+
+We have reason to conjecture that the Romans, even during the
+classical period of their literature, used accentual rhythms for
+popular poetry, while quantitative metres formed upon Greek models
+were the artificial modes employed by cultivated writers. However this
+may be, there is no doubt that, together with the decline of antique
+civilisation, accent and rhythm began to displace quantity and metre
+in Latin versification. Quantitative measures, like the Sapphic and
+Hexameter, were composed accentually. The services and music of the
+Church introduced new systems of prosody. Rhymes, both single and
+double, were added to the verse; and the extraordinary flexibility of
+medieval Latin--that sonorous instrument of varied rhetoric used by
+Augustine in the prose of the _Confessions_, and gifted with poetic
+inspiration in such hymns as the _Dies Irae_ or the _Stabat
+Mater_--rendered this new vehicle of literary utterance adequate to
+all the tasks imposed on it by piety and metaphysic. The language of
+the _Confessions_ and the _Dies Irae_ is not, in fact, a decadent form
+of Cicero's prose or Virgil's verse, but a development of the Roman
+speech in accordance with the new conditions introduced by
+Christianity. It remained comparatively sterile in the department of
+prose composition, but it attained to high qualities of art in the
+verse and rhythms of men like Thomas of Celano, Thomas of Aquino, Adam
+of St. Victor, Bernard of Morlais, and Bernard of Clairvaux. At the
+same time, classical Latin literature continued to be languidly
+studied in the cloisters and the schools of grammar. The metres of the
+ancients were practised with uncouth and patient assiduity, strenuous
+efforts being made to keep alive an art which was no longer rightly
+understood. Rhyme invaded the hexameter, and the best verses of the
+medieval period in that measure were leonine.
+
+The hymns of the Church and the secular songs composed for music in
+this base Latin took a great variety of rhythmic forms. It is clear
+that vocal melody controlled their movement; and one fixed element in
+all these compositions was rhyme--rhyme often intricate and complex
+beyond hope of imitation in our language. Elision came to be
+disregarded; and even the accentual values, which may at first have
+formed a substitute for quantity, yielded to musical notation. The
+epithet of popular belongs to these songs in a very real sense, since
+they were intended for the people's use, and sprang from popular
+emotion. Poems of this class were technically known as _moduli_--a
+name which points significantly to the importance of music in their
+structure. Imitations of Ovid's elegiacs or of Virgil's hexameters
+obtained the name of _versus_. Thus Walter of Lille, the author of a
+regular epic poem on Alexander, one of the best medieval writers of
+_versus_, celebrates his skill in the other department of popular
+poetry thus--
+
+    "Perstrepuit _modulis_ Gallia tota meis."
+    (All France rang with my songs.)
+
+We might compare the _versus_ of the Middle Ages with the stiff
+sculptures on a Romanesque font, lifelessly reminiscent of decadent
+classical art; while the _moduli_, in their freshness, elasticity, and
+vigour of invention, resemble the floral scrolls, foliated cusps, and
+grotesque basreliefs of Gothic or Lombard architecture.
+
+
+
+
+V.
+
+
+Even in the half-light of what used to be called emphatically the Dark
+Ages, there pierce gleams which may be reflections from the past
+evening of paganism, or may intimate the earliest dawn of modern
+times. One of these is a song, partly popular, partly scholastic,
+addressed to a beautiful boy.[1] It begins thus--
+
+    "O admirabile veneris idolum"--
+
+and continues in this strain, upon the same rhythm, blending
+reminiscences of classical mythology and medieval metaphysic, and
+winding up with a reference to the Horatian _Vitas hinnuleo me similis
+Chloe_. This poem was composed in the seventh century, probably at
+Verona, for mention is made in it of the river Adige. The metre can
+perhaps be regarded as a barbarous treatment of the long Asclepiad;
+but each line seems to work out into two bars, divided by a marked
+rest, with two accents to each bar, and shows by what sort of
+transition the modern French Alexandrine may have been developed.
+
+The oddly archaic phraseology of this love-song rendered it unfit for
+translation; but I have tried my hand at a kind of hymn in praise of
+Rome, which is written in the same peculiar rhythm:[2]--
+
+    "O Rome illustrious, of the world emperess!
+    Over all cities thou queen in thy goodliness!
+    Red with the roseate blood of the martyrs, and
+    White with the lilies of virgins at God's right hand!
+    Welcome we sing to thee; ever we bring to thee
+    Blessings, and pay to thee praise for eternity.
+
+    "Peter, thou praepotent warder of Paradise,
+    Hear thou with mildness the prayer of thy votaries;
+    When thou art seated to judge the twelve tribes, O then
+    Show thyself merciful; be thou benign to men;
+    And when we call to thee now in the world's distress,
+    Take thou our suffrages, master, with gentleness.
+
+    "Paul, to our litanies lend an indulgent ear,
+    Who the philosophers vanquished with zeal severe:
+    Thou that art steward now in the Lord's heavenly house,
+    Give us to taste of the meat of grace bounteous;
+    So that the wisdom which filled thee and nourished thee
+    May be our sustenance through the truths taught by thee."
+
+A curious secular piece of the tenth century deserves more than
+passing mention. It shows how wine, women, and song, even in an age
+which is supposed to have trembled for the coming destruction of the
+world, still formed the attraction of some natures. What is more,
+there is a certain modern, as distinguished from classical, tone of
+tenderness in the sentiment. It is the invitation of a young man to
+his mistress, bidding her to a little supper in his rooms:[3]--
+
+    "Come therefore now, my gentle fere,
+    Whom as my heart I hold full dear;
+    Enter my little room, which is
+    Adorned with quaintest rarities:
+    There are the seats with cushions spread,
+    The roof with curtains overhead;
+    The house with flowers of sweetest scent
+    And scattered herbs is redolent:
+    A table there is deftly dight
+    With meats and drinks of rare delight;
+    There too the wine flows, sparkling, free;
+    And all, my love, to pleasure thee.
+    There sound enchanting symphonies;
+    The clear high notes of flutes arise;
+    A singing girl and artful boy
+    Are chanting for thee strains of joy;
+    He touches with his quill the wire,
+    She tunes her note unto the lyre:
+    The servants carry to and fro
+    Dishes and cups of ruddy glow;
+    But these delights, I will confess,
+    Than pleasant converse charm me less;
+    Nor is the feast so sweet to me
+    As dear familiarity.
+
+    "Then come now, sister of my heart,
+    That dearer than all others art,
+    Unto mine eyes thou shining sun,
+    Soul of my soul, thou only one!
+    I dwelt alone in the wild woods,
+    And loved all secret solitudes;
+    Oft would I fly from tumults far,
+    And shunned where crowds of people are.
+    O dearest, do not longer stay!
+    Seek we to live and love to-day!
+    I cannot live without thee, sweet!
+    Time bids us now our love complete.
+    Why should we then defer, my own,
+    What must be done or late or soon?
+    Do quickly what thou canst not shun!
+    I have no hesitation."
+
+From Du Méril's collections further specimens of thoroughly secular
+poetry might be culled. Such is the panegyric of the nightingale,
+which contains the following impassioned lines:[4]--
+
+    "Implet silvas atque cuncta modulis arbustula,
+    Gloriosa valde facta veris prae laetitia;
+    Volitando scandit alta arborum cacumina,
+    Ac festiva satis gliscit sibilare carmina."
+
+Such are the sapphics on the spring, which, though they date from the
+seventh century, have a truly modern sentiment of Nature. Such, too,
+is the medieval legend of the Snow-Child, treated comically in
+burlesque Latin verse, and meant to be sung to a German tune of
+love--
+
+_Modus Liebinc_. To the same category may be referred the horrible, but
+singularly striking, series of Latin poems edited from a MS. at Berne,
+which set forth the miseries of monastic life with realistic passion
+bordering upon delirium, under titles like the following--_Dissuasio
+Concubitûs in in Uno tantum Sexu_, or _De Monachi Cruciata_.[5]
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 1: Du Méril, _Poésies Populaires Latines Antérieures au
+Deuxième: Siècle_, p. 240.]
+
+[Footnote 2: Du Méril, _op. cit._, p. 239.]
+
+[Footnote 3: Du Méril, _Poésies Populaires Latines du Moyen Age_, p.
+196.]
+
+[Footnote 4: Du Méril, _Poésies Pop. Lat. Ant._, pp. 278, 241, 275.]
+
+[Footnote 5: These extraordinary compositions will be found on pp.
+174-182 of a closely-printed book entitled _Carmina Med. Aev. Max.
+Part. Inedita. Ed. H. Hagenus. Bernae. Ap. G. Frobenium_. MDCCCLXXVII.
+The editor, so far as I can discover, gives but scant indication of
+the poet who lurks, with so much style and so terrible emotions, under
+the veil of Cod. Bern., 702 s. Any student who desires to cut into the
+core of cloister life should read cvii. pp. 178-182, of this little
+book.]
+
+
+
+
+VI.
+
+
+There is little need to dwell upon these crepuscular stirrings of
+popular Latin poetry in the earlier Middle Ages. To indicate their
+existence was necessary; for they serve to link by a dim and fragile
+thread of evolution the decadent art of the base Empire with the
+renascence of paganism attempted in the twelfth century, and thus to
+connect that dawn of modern feeling with the orient splendours of the
+fourteenth and fifteenth centuries in Italy.
+
+The first point to notice is the dominance of music in this verse, and
+the subjugation of the classic metres to its influence. A deeply
+significant transition has been effected from the _versus_ to the
+_modulus_ by the substitution of accent for quantity, and by the value
+given to purely melodic cadences. A long syllable and a short
+syllable have almost equal weight in this prosody, for the musical
+tone can be prolonged or shortened upon either. So now the
+_cantilena_, rather than the _metron_, rules the flow of verse; but,
+at the same time, antique forms are still conventionally used, though
+violated in the using. In other words, the modern metres of the modern
+European races--the Italian Hendecasyllable, the French Alexandrine,
+the English Iambic and Trochaic rhythms--have been indicated; and a
+moment has been prepared when these measures shall tune themselves by
+means of emphasis and accent to song, before they take their place as
+literary schemes appealing to the ear in rhetoric. This phase, whereby
+the metres of antiquity pass into the rhythms of the modern races,
+implies the use of medieval Latin, still not unmindful of classic art,
+but governed now by music often of Teutonic origin, and further
+modified by affinities of prosody imported from Teutonic sources.
+
+The next point to note is that, in this process of transition, popular
+ecclesiastical poetry takes precedence of secular. The great rhyming
+structures of the Middle Ages, which exercised so wide an influence
+over early European literature, were invented for the service of the
+Church--voluminous systems of recurrent double rhymes, intricate
+rhythms moulded upon tunes for chanting, solid melodic fabrics, which,
+having once been formed, were used for lighter efforts of the fancy,
+or lent their ponderous effects to parody. Thus, in the first half of
+the centuries which intervene between the extinction of the genuine
+Roman Empire and the year 1300, ecclesiastical poetry took the lead in
+creating and popularising new established types of verse, and in
+rendering the spoken Latin pliable for various purposes of art.
+
+A third point worthy of attention is, that a certain breath of
+paganism, wafting perfumes from the old mythology, whispering of gods
+in exile, encouraging men to accept their life on earth with genial
+enjoyment, was never wholly absent during the darkest periods of the
+Middle Ages. This inspiration uttered itself in Latin; for we have
+little reason to believe that the modern languages had yet attained
+plasticity enough for the expression of that specific note which
+belongs to the Renaissance--the note of humanity conscious of its
+Græco-Roman pagan past. This Latin, meanwhile, which it employed was
+fabricated by the Church and used by men of learning.
+
+
+
+
+VII.
+
+
+The songs of the Wandering Students were in a strict sense _moduli_ as
+distinguished from _versus_; popular and not scholastic. They were,
+however, composed by men of culture, imbued with classical learning of
+some sort, and prepared by scholarship for the deftest and most
+delicate manipulation of the Latin language.
+
+Who were these Wandering Students, so often mentioned, and of whom
+nothing has been as yet related? As their name implies, they were men,
+and for the most part young men, travelling from university to
+university in search of knowledge. Far from their homes, without
+responsibilities, light of purse and light of heart, careless and
+pleasure-seeking, they ran a free, disreputable course, frequenting
+taverns at least as much as lecture-rooms, more capable of pronouncing
+judgment upon wine or women than upon a problem of divinity or logic.
+The conditions of medieval learning made it necessary to study
+different sciences in different parts of Europe; and a fixed habit of
+unrest, which seems to have pervaded society after the period of the
+Crusades, encouraged vagabondage in all classes. The extent to which
+travelling was carried in the Middle Ages for purposes of pilgrimage
+and commerce, out of pure curiosity or love of knowledge, for the
+bettering of trade in handicrafts or for self-improvement in the
+sciences, has only of late years been estimated at a just calculation.
+"The scholars," wrote a monk of Froidmont in the twelfth century, "are
+wont to roam around the world and visit all its cities, till much
+learning makes them mad; for in Paris they seek liberal arts, in
+Orleans authors, at Salerno gallipots, at Toledo demons, and in no
+place decent manners."
+
+These pilgrims to the shrines of knowledge formed a class apart. They
+were distinguished from the secular and religious clergy, inasmuch as
+they had taken no orders, or only minor orders, held no benefice or
+cure, and had entered into no conventual community. They were still
+more sharply distinguished from the laity, whom they scorned as
+brutes, and with whom they seem to have lived on terms of mutual
+hostility. One of these vagabond gownsmen would scarcely condescend to
+drink with a townsman:[6]--
+
+                          "In aeterno igni
+    Cruciantur rustici, qui non sunt tam digni
+    Quod bibisse noverint bonum vinum vini."
+
+    "Aestimetur laicus ut brutus,
+    Nam ad artem surdus est et mutus."
+
+    "Litteratos convocat decus virginale,
+    Laicorum execrat pectus bestiale."
+
+In a parody of the Mass, which is called _Officium Lusorum,_ and in
+which the prayers are offered to Bacchus, we find this devout
+collect:[7]--"Omnipotens sempiterne deus, qui inter rusticos et
+clericos magnam discordiam seminasti, praesta quaesumus de laboribus
+eorum vivere, de mulieribus ipsorum vero et de morte deciorum semper
+gaudere."
+
+The English version of this ribald prayer is even more explicit. It
+runs thus:--"Deus qui multitudinem rusticorum ad servitium clericorum
+venire fecisti et militum et inter nos et ipsos discordiam seminasti."
+
+It is open to doubt whether the _milites_ or soldiers were included
+with the rustics in that laity, for which the students felt so bitter
+a contempt. But the tenor of some poems on love, especially the
+_Dispute of Phyllis and Flora_, shows that the student claimed a
+certain superiority over the soldier. This antagonism between clerk
+and rustic was heartily reciprocated. In a song on taverns the student
+is warned that he may meet with rough treatment from the
+clodhopper:[8]--
+
+    "O clerici dilecti,
+      Discite vitare
+    Tabernam horribilem,
+      Qui cupitis regnare;
+    Nec audeant vos rustici
+      Plagis verberare!
+
+    "Rusticus dum se
+      Sentit ebriatum,
+    Clericum non reputat
+      Militem armatum.
+    Vere plane consulo
+      Ut abstineatis,
+    Nec unquam cum rusticis
+      Tabernam ineatis."
+
+The affinities of the Wandering Students were rather with the Church
+than with laymen of any degree. They piqued themselves upon their
+title of _Clerici_, and added the epithet of _Vagi_. We shall see in
+the sequel that they stood in a peculiar relation of dependence upon
+ecclesiastical society.
+
+According to tendencies prevalent in the Middle Ages, they became a
+sort of guild, and proclaimed themselves with pride an Order. Nothing
+is more clearly marked in their poetry than the _esprit de corps_,
+which animates them with a cordial sense of brotherhood.[9] The same
+tendencies which prompted their association required that they should
+have a patron saint. But as the confraternity was anything but
+religious, this saint, or rather this eponymous hero, had to be a
+Rabelaisian character. He was called Golias, and his flock received
+the generic name of Goliardi. Golias was father and master; the
+Goliardi were his family, his sons, and pupils. _Familia Goliae_,
+_Magister Golias_, _Pueri Goliae_, _Discipulus Goliae_, are phrases to
+be culled from the rubrics of their literature.
+
+Much has been conjectured regarding these names and titles. Was Golias
+a real person? Did he give his own name to the Goliardi; or was he
+invented after the Goliardi had already acquired their designation? In
+either case, ought we to connect both words with the Latin _gula_, and
+so regard the Goliardi as notable gluttons; or with the Provençal
+_goliar_, _gualiar_, _gualiardor_, which carry a significance of
+deceit? Had Golias anything to do with Goliath of the Bible, the great
+Philistine, who in the present day would more properly be chosen as
+the hero of those classes which the students held in horror?
+
+It is not easy to answer these questions. All we know for certain is,
+that the term Goliardus was in common medieval use, and was employed
+as a synonym for Wandering Scholar in ecclesiastical documents. _Vagi
+scholares aut Goliardi--joculatores, goliardi seu bufones--goliardia
+vel histrionatus--vagi scholares qui goliardi vel histriones alio
+nomine appellantur--clerici ribaudi, maxime qui dicuntur de familia
+Goliae_: so run the acts of several Church Councils.[10] The word
+passed into modern languages. The _Grandes Chroniques de S. Denis_
+speak of _jugleor, enchanteor, goliardois, et autres manières de
+menestrieux_. Chaucer, in his description of the Miller, calls this
+merry narrator of fabliaux _a jangler and a goliardeis_. In _Piers
+Ploughman_ the _goliardeis_ is further explained to be _a glutton of
+words_, and talks in Latin rhyme.[11]
+
+Giraldus Cambrensis, during whose lifetime the name Golias first came
+into vogue, thought that this father of the Goliardic family was a
+real person.[12] He writes of him thus:--"A certain parasite called
+Golias, who in our time obtained wide notoriety for his gluttony and
+lechery, and by addiction to gulosity and debauchery deserved his
+surname, being of excellent culture but of bad manners, and of no
+moral discipline, uttered oftentimes and in many forms, both of rhythm
+and metre, infamous libels against the Pope and Curia of Rome, with no
+less impudence than imprudence." This is perhaps the most outspoken
+utterance with regard to the eponymous hero of the Goliardic class
+which we possess, and it deserves a close inspection.
+
+In the first place, Giraldus attributes the satiric poems which
+passed under the name of Golias to a single author famous in his days,
+and says of this poet that he used both modern rhythms and classical
+metres. The description would apply to Gualtherus de Insula, Walter of
+Lille, or, as he is also called, Walter of Chatillon; for some of this
+Walter's satires are composed in a curious mixture of the rhyming
+measures of the medieval hymns with classical hexameters.[13] Yet had
+Giraldus been pointing at Walter of Lille, a notable personage in his
+times, there is no good reason to suppose that he would have
+suppressed his real name, or have taken for granted that Golias was a
+_bona fide_ surname. On the theory that he knew Golias to be a mere
+nickname, and was aware that Walter of Lille was the actual satirist,
+we should have to explain his paragraph by the hypothesis that he
+chose to sneer at him under his _nom de guerre_ instead of
+stigmatising him openly in person.
+
+His remarks, at any rate, go far toward disposing of the old belief
+that the Goliardic satires were the work of Thomas Mapes. Giraldus was
+an intimate friend of that worthy, who deserves well of all lovers of
+medieval romance as a principal contributor to the Arthurian cycle. It
+is hardly possible that Giraldus should have gibbeted such a man under
+the sobriquet of Golias.
+
+But what, it may be asked, if Walter of Lille, without the cognisance
+of our English annalist, had in France obtained the chief fame of
+these poems? what if they afterwards were attributed in England to
+another Walter, his contemporary, himself a satirist of the monastic
+orders? The fact that Walter of Lille was known in Latin as Gualtherus
+de Insula, or Walter of the Island, may have confirmed the
+misapprehension thus suggested. It should be added that the ascription
+of the Goliardic satires to Walter Mapes or Map first occurs in MSS.
+of the fourteenth century.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 6: See the drinking song printed in _Walter Mapes_, p. xlv.,
+and _Carm. Bur._, pp. 198, 179.]
+
+[Footnote 7: _Carm. Bur._, p. 249, note. There is a variation in the
+parody printed by Wright, _Rel. Antiq._, ii.]
+
+[Footnote 8: See A.P. von Bärnstein's little volume, _Ubi sunt qui
+ante nos_, p. 46.]
+
+[Footnote 9: See especially the songs _Ordo Noster_ and _Nos
+Vagabunduli_, translated below in Section xiii.]
+
+[Footnote 10: See Wright's introduction to _Walter Mapes_.]
+
+[Footnote 11: Ibid.]
+
+[Footnote 12: Ibid.]
+
+[Footnote 13: See Müldner, _Die zehn Gedichte des Walther von Lille_.
+1859. Walter Mapes (ed. Wright) is credited with five of these
+satires, including two which close each stanza with a hexameter from
+Juvenal, Virgil, Ovid, Lucan, Horace.]
+
+
+
+
+VIII.
+
+
+I do not think there is much probability of arriving at certainty with
+regard to the problems indicated in the foregoing section. We must be
+content to accept the names Golias and Goliardi as we find them, and
+to treat of this literature as the product of a class, from the midst
+of which, as it is clear to any critic, more than one poet rose to
+eminence.
+
+One thing appears manifest from the references to the Goliardi which I
+have already quoted. That is, that the Wandering Students ranked in
+common estimation with jongleurs, buffoons, and minstrels. Both
+classes held a similar place in medieval society. Both were parasites
+devoted to the entertainment of their superiors in rank. Both were
+unattached, except by occasional engagements, to any fixed abode. But
+while the minstrels found their temporary homes in the castles of the
+nobility, we have reason to believe that the Goliardi haunted abbeys
+and amused the leisure of ecclesiastical lords.
+
+The personality of the writer disappears in nearly all the _Carmina
+Vagorum_. Instead of a poet with a name, we find a type; and the verse
+is put into the mouth of Golias himself, or the Archipoeta, or the
+Primate of the order. This merging of the individual in the class of
+which he forms a part is eminently characteristic of popular
+literature, and separates the Goliardic songs from those of the
+Provençal Troubadours. The emotions to which popular poetry gives
+expression are generic rather than personal. They are such that all
+the world, granted common sympathies and common proclivities, can feel
+them and adopt the mode of utterance invented for them by the singer.
+If there be any bar to their universal acceptance, it is only such as
+may belong to the peculiar conditions of the social class from which
+they have emanated. The _Rispetti_ of Tuscany imply a certain form of
+peasant life. The _Carmina Vagorum_ are coloured to some extent by the
+prejudices and proclivities of vagabond existence.
+
+Trenchantly true as the inspiration of a popular lyric may be,
+inevitable as may be the justice of its sentiment, unerring as may be
+its touch upon reality, still it lacks the note which marks it out for
+one man's utterance among a thousand. Composing it, the one has made
+himself the mouthpiece of the thousand. What the _Volkslied_ gains in
+universality it loses in individuality of character. Its applicability
+to human nature at large is obtained at the sacrifice of that
+interest which belongs to special circumstances. It suits every one
+who grieves or loves or triumphs. It does not indicate the love, the
+grief, the triumph of this man and no other. It possesses the pathos
+and the beauty of countless human lives prolonged through inarticulate
+generations, finding utterance at last in it. It is deficient in that
+particular intonation which makes a Shelley's voice differ from a
+Leopardi's, Petrarch's sonnets for Laura differ from Sidney's sonnets
+for Stella. It has always less of perceptible artistic effect, more
+enduring human quality. Some few of its lines are so well found, so
+rightly said, that they possess the certainty of natural things--a
+quality rare in the works of all but the greatest known poets. But
+these phrases with the accent of truest truth are often embedded in
+mere generalities and repetitions.
+
+These characteristics of popular poetry help to explain the frequent
+recurrence of the same ideas, the same expressions, the same stanzas
+even, in the lyrics of the Goliardi. A _Volkslied_, once created,
+becomes common property. It flies abroad like thistledown; settles and
+sows its seed; is maimed and mutilated; is improved or altered for the
+worse; is curtailed, expanded, adapted to divers purposes at different
+times and in very different relations.
+
+We may dismiss the problem of authorship partly as insoluble, partly
+as of slight importance for a literature which is manifestly popular.
+With even greater brevity may the problem of nationality be disposed
+of. Some critics have claimed an Italian, some an English, some a
+French, and some a German origin for the _Carmina Vagorum_. The truth
+is that, just as the _Clerici Vagi_ were themselves of all nations, so
+were their songs; and the use of a Latin common to all Europe in the
+Middle Ages renders it difficult even to conjecture the soil from
+which any particular lyric may have sprung. As is natural, a German
+codex contains more songs of Teutonic origin; an English displays
+greater abundance of English compositions. I have already observed
+that our two chief sources of Goliardic literature have many elements
+in common; but the treasures of the Benedictbeuern MS. differ in
+complexion from those of the Harleian in important minor details; and
+it is probable that if French and Italian stores were properly
+ransacked--which has not yet been done--we should note in them similar
+characteristic divergences.
+
+The _Carmina Burana_, by their frequent references to linden-trees and
+nightingales, and their numerous German refrains, indicate a German
+home for the poems on spring and love, in which they are specially
+rich.[14] The collections of our own land have an English turn of
+political thought; the names Anglia and Anglus not unfrequently occur;
+and the use of the word "Schellinck" in one of the _Carmina Burana_
+may point, perhaps, to an English origin. France claims her own, not
+only in the acknowledged pieces of Walter de Lille, but also in a few
+which exhibit old French refrains. To Italian conditions, if not to
+Italian poets, we may refer those that introduce spreading pines or
+olive-trees into their pictures, and one which yields the refrain
+_Bela mia_. The most important lyric of the series, _Golias'
+Confession_, was undoubtedly written at Pavia, but whether by an
+Italian or not we do not know. The probability is rather, perhaps, in
+favour of Teutonic authorship, since this _Confession_ is addressed to
+a German prelate. Here it may be noticed that the proper names of
+places and people are frequently altered to suit different countries;
+while in some cases they are indicated by an N, sufficiently
+suggestive of their generality. Thus the _Confession of Golias_ in the
+_Carmina Burana_ mentions _Electe Coloniae_; in an English version,
+introduces _Praesul Coventriae_. The prayer for alms, which I have
+translated in Section xiii., is addressed to _Decus N----_, thou
+honour of Norwich town, or Wittenberg, or wherever the wandering
+scholar may have chanced to be.
+
+With regard to the form and diction of the _Carmina Vagorum_, it is
+enough to say two things at the present time. First, a large portion
+of these pieces, including a majority of the satires and longer
+descriptive poems, are composed in measures borrowed from hymnology,
+follow the diction of the Church, and imitate the double-rhyming
+rhythms of her sequences. It is not unnatural, this being the case,
+that parodies of hymns should be comparatively common. Of these I
+shall produce some specimens in the course of this study. Secondly,
+those which do not exhibit popular hymn measures are clearly written
+for melodies, some of them very complicated in structure, suggesting
+part-songs and madrigals, with curious interlacing of long and short
+lines, double and single rhymes, recurrent ritournelles, and so forth.
+
+The ingenuity with which these poets adapted their language to the
+exigencies of the tune, taxing the fertility of Latin rhymes, and
+setting off the long sonorous words to great advantage, deserves
+admiring comment. At their best, it is almost impossible to reproduce
+in English the peculiar effects of their melodic artifices. But there
+is another side to the matter. At their worst, these Latin lyrics,
+moulded on a tune, degenerate into disjointed verbiage, sound and
+adaptation to song prevailing over sense and satisfaction to the mind.
+It must, however, be remembered that such lyrics, sometimes now almost
+unintelligible, have come down to us with a very mutilated text, after
+suffering the degradations through frequent oral transmission to which
+popular poetry is peculiarly liable.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 14: The more I study the songs of love and wine in this
+codex, the more convinced am I that they have their origin for the
+most part in South-Western Germany, Bavaria, the Bodensee, and
+Elsass.]
+
+
+
+
+IX.
+
+
+It is easier to say what the Goliardi wrote about than who the writers
+were, and what they felt and thought than by what names they were
+baptised. The mass of their literature, as it is at present known to
+us, divides into two broad classes. The one division includes poems
+on the themes of vagabond existence, the truant life of these
+capricious students; on spring-time and its rural pleasure; on love in
+many phases and for divers kinds of women; lastly, on wine and on the
+dice-box. The other division is devoted to graver topics; to satires
+on society, touching especially the Roman Court, and criticising
+eminent ecclesiastics in all countries; to moral dissertations, and to
+discourses on the brevity of life.
+
+Of the two divisions, the former yields by far the livelier image of
+the men we have to deal with. It will therefore form the staple of my
+argument. The latter blends at so many points with medieval literature
+of the monastic kind, that it is chiefly distinguished by boldness of
+censure and sincerity of invective. In these qualities the serious
+poems of the Goliardi, emanating from a class of men who moved behind
+the scenes and yet were free to speak their thoughts, are unique.
+Written with the satirist's eye upon the object of his sarcasm, tinged
+with the license of his vagabondage, throbbing with the passionate and
+nonchalant afflatus of the wine-cup, they wing their flight like
+poisoned arrows or plumed serpents with unerring straightness at
+abuses in high places.
+
+The wide space occupied by Nature in the secular poems of the Goliardi
+is remarkable. As a background to their love-songs we always find the
+woods and fields of May, abundant flowers and gushing rivulets,
+lime-trees and pines and olive-trees, through which soft winds are
+blowing. There are rose-bowers and nightingales; fauns, nymphs, and
+satyrs dancing on the sward. Choirs of mortal maidens emerge in the
+midst of this Claude-landscape. The scene, meanwhile, has been painted
+from experience, and felt with the enthusiasm of affection. It
+breathes of healthy open air, of life upon the road, of casual joys
+and wayside pleasure, snatched with careless heart by men whose tastes
+are natural. There is very little of the alcove or the closet in this
+verse; and the touch upon the world is so infantine, so tender, that
+we are indulgent to the generalities with which the poets deal.
+
+What has been said about popular poetry applies also to popular
+painting. In the landscapes of Goliardic literature there is nothing
+specific to a single locality--no name like Vaucluse, no pregnant
+touch that indicates one scene selected from a thousand. The landscape
+is always a background, more northern or more southern as the case may
+be, but penetrated with the feeling of the man who has been happy or
+has suffered there. This feeling, broadly, sensuously diffused, as in
+a masterpiece of Titian, prepares us for the human element to be
+exhibited.
+
+The foreground of these pictures is occupied by a pair of lovers
+meeting after the long winter's separation, a dance upon the village
+green, a young man gazing on the mistress he adores, a disconsolate
+exile from his home, the courtship of a student and a rustic beauty,
+or perhaps the grieved and melancholy figure of one whose sweetheart
+has proved faithless. Such actors in the comedy of life are defined
+with fervent intensity of touch against the leafy vistas of the
+scene. The lyrical cry emerges clear and sharp in all that concerns
+their humanity.
+
+The quality of love expressed is far from being either platonic or
+chivalrous. It is love of the sensuous, impulsive, appetitive kind, to
+which we give the name of Pagan. The finest outbursts of passion are
+emanations from a potent sexual desire. Meanwhile, nothing indicates
+the character or moral quality of either man or woman. The student and
+the girl are always _vis-à-vis_, fixed characters in this lyrical
+love-drama. He calls her Phyllis, Flora, Lydia, Glycerion, Caecilia.
+He remains unnamed, his physical emotion sufficing for personal
+description. The divinity presiding over them is Venus. Jove and
+Danae, Cupid and the Graces, Paris and Helen, follow in her train. All
+the current classical mythology is laid under cheap contribution. Yet
+the central emotion, the young man's heart's desire, is so vividly
+portrayed, that we seem to be overhearing the triumphant ebullition or
+the melancholy love-lament of a real soul.
+
+
+
+
+X.
+
+
+The sentiment of love is so important in the songs of the Wandering
+Students, that it may not be superfluous at this point to cull a few
+emphatic phrases which illustrate the core of their emotion, and to
+present these in the original Latin.
+
+I may first observe to what a large extent the ideas of spring and of
+female society were connected at that epoch. Winter was a dreary
+period, during which a man bore his fate and suffered. He emerged from
+it into sunshine, brightened by the intercourse with women, which was
+then made possible. This is how the winter is described:[15]--
+
+    "In omni loco congruo
+    Sermonis oblectatio
+    Cum sexu femineo
+    Evanuit omni modo."
+
+Of the true love-songs, only one refers expressly to the winter
+season. That, however, is the lyric upon Flora, which contains a
+detailed study of plastic form in the bold spirit of the Goliardic
+style.[16]
+
+The particularity with which the personal charms of women are
+described deserves attention. The portrait of Flora, to which I have
+just alluded, might be cited as one of the best specimens. But the
+slightest shades are discriminated, as in this touch:[17]--
+
+    "Labellulis
+    Castigate tumentibus."
+
+One girl has long tawny tresses: _Caesaries subrubea_. Another is
+praised for the masses of her dark hair: _Frons nimirum coronata,
+supercilium nigrata_. Roses and lilies vie, of course, upon the cheeks
+of all; and sometimes their sweetness surpasses the lily of the
+valley. From time to time a touch of truer poetry occurs; as, for
+instance[18]--
+
+    "O decora super ora
+    Belli Absalonis!"
+
+Or take again the outburst of passion in this stanza, where both the
+rhythm and the ponderous Latin words, together with the abrupt
+transition from the third to the fourth line, express a fine
+exaltation:[19]--
+
+    "Frons et gula, labra, mentum
+    Dant amoris alimentum;
+    Crines ejus adamavi,
+    Quoniam fuere flavi."
+
+The same kind of enthusiasm is more elaborately worked out in the
+following comparisons:[20]--
+
+    "Matutini sideris
+    Jubar praeis,
+    Et lilium
+    Rosaque periere:
+    Micat ebur dentium
+    Per labium,
+    Ut Sirium
+    Credat quis enitere."
+
+As might be expected, such lovers were not satisfied with
+contemplative pleasures:[21]--
+
+    "Visu, colloquio,
+    Contactu, basio,
+    Frui virgo dederat;
+    Sed aberat
+    Linea posterior
+    Et melior amori,
+    Quam nisi transiero,
+    De cetero
+    Sunt quae dantur alia
+    Materia furori."
+
+The conclusion of this song, which, taken in its integrity, deserves
+to be regarded as typical of what is pagan in this erotic literature,
+may be studied in the Appendix to _Carmina Burana_.
+
+Occasionally the lover's desire touches a higher point of
+spirituality:[22]--
+
+    "Non tactu sanabor labiorum,
+    Nisi cor unum fiat duorum
+    Et idem velle. Vale, flos florum!"
+
+Occasionally, the sensuous fervour assumes a passionate
+intensity:[23]--
+
+    "Nocte cum ea si dormiero,
+    Si sua labra semel suxero,
+    Mortem subire, placenter obire, vitamque finire,
+    Libens potero."
+
+Very rarely there is a strong desire expressed for fidelity, as in a
+beautiful lyric of absence, which I hope to give translated in full in
+my 17th Section.
+
+But the end to be attained is always such as is summed up in these
+brief words placed upon a girl's lips:[24]--
+
+    "Dulcissime,
+    Totam tibi subdo me."
+
+And the motto of both sexes is this:[25]--
+
+    "Quicquid agant alii,
+    Juvenes amemus."
+
+It may be added, in conclusion, that the sweethearts of our students
+seem to have been mostly girls of the working and rustic classes,
+sometimes women of bad fame, rarely married women. In no case that has
+come beneath my notice is there any hint that one of them aspired to
+such amours with noble ladies as distinguished the Troubadours. A
+democratic tone, a tone of the proletariate, is rather strangely blent
+with the display of learning, and with the more than common literary
+skill apparent in their work.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 15: _Carm. Bur._, p. 174.]
+
+[Footnote 16: Ibid., p. 149, translated below in Section xvii.]
+
+[Footnote 17: Ibid., p. 130.]
+
+[Footnote 18: _Carm. Bur._, p. 200.]
+
+[Footnote 19: Ibid., p. 231.]
+
+[Footnote 20: Ibid., p. 121.]
+
+[Footnote 21: Ibid., p. 135.]
+
+[Footnote 22: _Carm. Bur._, p. 145.]
+
+[Footnote 23: Ibid., p. 230.]
+
+
+
+
+XI.
+
+
+The drinking-songs are equally spontaneous and fresh. Anacreon pales
+before the brilliancy of the Archipoeta when wine is in his veins, and
+the fountain of the Bacchic chant swells with gushes of strongly
+emphasised bold double rhymes, each throbbing like a man's firm
+stroke upon the strings of lyres. A fine audacity breathes through the
+praises of the wine-god, sometimes rising to lyric rapture, sometimes
+sinking to parody and innuendo, but always carrying the bard on
+rolling wheels along the paths of song. The reality of the inspiration
+is indubitable. These Bacchanalian choruses have been indited in the
+tavern, with a crowd of topers round the poet, with the rattle of the
+dice-box ringing in his ears, and with the facile maidens of his
+volatile amours draining the wine-cup at his elbow.
+
+Wine is celebrated as the source of pleasure in social life,
+provocative of love, parent of poetry:[26]--
+
+    "Bacchus forte superans
+      Pectora virorum
+    In amorem concitat
+      Animos eorum.
+
+    "Bacchus saepe visitans
+      Mulierum genus
+    Facit eas subditas
+      Tibi, O tu Venus!"
+
+From his temple, the tavern, water-drinkers and fastidious persons are
+peremptorily warned:[27]--
+
+    "Qui potare non potestis,
+    Ite procul ab his festis;
+    Non est hic locus modestis:
+    Devitantur plus quam pestis."
+
+The tavern is loved better than the church, and a bowl of wine than
+the sacramental chalice:[28]--
+
+    "Magis quam ecclesiam
+      Diligo tabernam."
+
+    "Mihi sapit dulcius
+      Vinum de taberna,
+    Quam quod aqua miscuit
+      Praesulis pincerna."
+
+As in the love-songs, so in these drinking-songs we find no lack of
+mythological allusions. Nor are the grammatical quibbles, which might
+also have been indicated as a defect of the erotic poetry, conspicuous
+by absence. But both alike are impotent to break the spell of evident
+sincerity. We discount them as belonging to the euphuism of a certain
+epoch, and are rather surprised than otherwise that they should not be
+more apparent. The real and serious defect of Goliardic literature is
+not affectation, but something very different, which I shall try to
+indicate in the last Section of this treatise. Venus and Helen, Liber
+and Lyaeus, are but the current coin of poetic diction common to the
+whole student class. These Olympian deities merge without a note of
+discord into the dim background of a medieval pothouse or the sylvan
+shades of some ephemeral amour, leaving the realism of natural
+appetite in either case untouched.
+
+It is by no means the thin and conventional sprinkling of classical
+erudition which makes these poems of the Goliardi pagan, and reminds
+the student of Renaissance art. Conversely, the scholastic plays on
+words which they contain do not stamp them out as medieval. Both of
+these qualities are _rococo_ and superficial rather than essential and
+distinctive in their style. After making due allowances for either
+element of oddity, a true connoisseur will gratefully appreciate the
+spontaneous note of enjoyment, the disengagement from ties and duties
+imposed by temporal respectability, the frank animalism, which
+connects these vivid hymns to Bacchus and Venus with past Aristophanes
+and future Rabelais. They celebrate the eternal presence of
+mirth-making powers in hearts of men, apart from time and place and
+varying dogmas which do not concern deities of Nature.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 24: _Carm. Bur._, p. 133.]
+
+[Footnote 25: Ibid., p. 251.]
+
+[Footnote 26: _Carm. Bur._, p. 238.]
+
+[Footnote 27: Ibid., p. 240.]
+
+[Footnote 28: Wright's _Walter Mapes_, p. xlv.; _Carm. Bur._, p. 69.]
+
+
+
+
+XII.
+
+
+The time has now come for me to introduce my reader to the versions I
+have made from the songs of Wandering Students. I must remind him
+that, while the majority of these translations aim at literal
+exactness and close imitation of the originals in rhyme and structure,
+others are more paraphrastic. It has always been my creed that a good
+translation should resemble a plaster-cast; the English being _plaquè_
+upon the original, so as to reproduce its exact form, although it
+cannot convey the effects of bronze or marble, which belong to the
+material of the work of art. But this method has not always seemed to
+me the most desirable for rendering poems, an eminent quality of which
+is facility and spontaneity. In order to obtain that quality in our
+language, the form has occasionally to be sacrificed.
+
+What Coleridge has reported to have said of Southey may be applied to
+a translator. He too "is in some sort like an elegant setter of
+jewels; the stones are not his own: he gives them all the advantage of
+his art, but not their native brilliancy." I feel even more than this
+when I attempt translation, and reflect that, unlike the jeweller, it
+is my doom to reduce the lustre of the gems I handle, even if I do not
+substitute paste and pebbles. Yet I am frequently enticed to repeat
+experiments, which afterwards I regard in the light of failures. What
+allures me first is the pleasure of passing into that intimate
+familiarity with art which only a copyist or a translator enjoys. I am
+next impelled by the desire to fix the attention of readers on things
+which I admire, and which are possibly beyond their scope of view.
+Lastly comes that _ignis fatuus_ of the hope, for ever renewed, if
+also for ever disappointed, that some addition may be made in this way
+to the wealth of English poetry. A few exquisite pieces in Latin
+literature, the Catullian _Ille mi par_, for example, a few in our
+own, such as Jonson's _Drink to me only with thine eyes_, are
+translations. Possibly the miracle of such poetic transmutation may be
+repeated for me; possibly an English song may come to birth by my
+means also. With this hope in view, the translator is strongly tempted
+to engraft upon his versions elegances in the spirit of his native
+language, or to use the motives of the original for improvisations in
+his own manner. I must plead guilty to having here and there yielded
+to this temptation, as may appear upon comparison of my English with
+the Latin. All translation is a compromise; and while being conscious
+of having to sacrifice much, the translator finds himself often
+seeking to add something as a makeweight.
+
+I shall divide my specimens into nine Sections. The first will include
+those which deal with the Order of Wandering Students in general,
+winding up with the _Confession_ ascribed to Golias, the father of the
+family. The second, third, fourth, and fifth are closely connected,
+since they contain spring-songs, pastorals, descriptive poems touching
+upon love, and erotic lyrics. The sixth Section will be devoted to a
+few songs of exile, doubt, and sorrow. In the seventh we shall reach
+anacreontics on the theme of wine, passing in the eighth to parodies
+and comic pieces. Four or five serious compositions will close the
+list in the ninth Section.
+
+At the end of the book I mean to print a table containing detailed
+references to the originals of the songs I have chosen for
+translation, together with an index of the principal works that have
+been published on this subject.
+
+
+
+
+XIII.
+
+
+The first song which concerns the Order of Wandering Students in
+general has been attributed to the Archipoeta or head-bard of the
+guild. Whoever this poet may have been, it is to him that we owe the
+_Confession of Golias_, by far the most spirited composition of the
+whole Goliardic species. I do not think the style of the poem on the
+Order, though it belongs to a good period, justifies our ascribing it
+to so inspired and genial a lyrist.
+
+The argument runs as follows. Just as commission was given to the
+Apostles to go forth and preach in the whole world, so have the
+Wandering Students a vocation to travel, and to test the hearts of men
+wherever they may sojourn. A burlesque turn is given to this function
+of the _Vagi_. Yet their consciousness of a satiric mission, their
+willingness to pose as critics of society from the independent
+vantage-ground of vagabondage, seems seriously hinted at.
+
+The chief part of the song is devoted to a description of the
+comprehensive nature of the Order, which receives all sorts and
+conditions of men, and makes no distinction of nationality. The
+habitual poverty of its members, their favourite pastimes and vices,
+their love of gaming and hatred of early rising, are set forth with
+some humour.
+
+
+
+
+ON THE ORDER OF WANDERING STUDENTS.
+
+No. 1.
+
+
+    At the mandate, Go ye forth,
+      Through the whole world hurry!
+    Priests tramp out toward south and north,
+      Monks and hermits skurry,
+    Levites smooth the gospel leave,
+      Bent on ambulation;
+    Each and all to our sect cleave,
+      Which is life's salvation.
+
+    In this sect of ours 'tis writ:
+      Prove all things in season;
+    Weigh this life and judge of it
+      By your riper reason;
+    'Gainst all evil clerks be you
+      Steadfast in resistance,
+    Who refuse large tithe and due
+      Unto your subsistence.
+
+    Marquesses, Bavarians,
+      Austrians and Saxons,
+    Noblemen and chiefs of clans,
+      Glorious by your actions!
+    Listen, comrades all, I pray,
+      To these new decretals:
+    Misers they must meet decay,
+      Niggardly gold-beetles.
+
+    We the laws of charity
+      Found, nor let them crumble;
+    For into our order we
+      Take both high and humble;
+    Rich and poor men we receive,
+      In our bosom cherish;
+    Welcome those the shavelings leave
+      At their doors to perish.
+
+    We receive the tonsured monk,
+      Let him take his pittance;
+    And the parson with his punk,
+      If he craves admittance;
+    Masters with their bands of boys,
+      Priests with high dominion;
+    But the scholar who enjoys
+      Just one coat's our minion!
+
+    This our sect doth entertain
+      Just men and unjust ones;
+    Halt, lame, weak of limb or brain,
+      Strong men and robust ones;
+    Those who flourish in their pride,
+      Those whom age makes stupid;
+    Frigid folk and hot folk fried
+      In the fires of Cupid.
+
+    Tranquil souls and bellicose,
+      Peacemaker and foeman;
+    Czech and Hun, and mixed with those
+      German, Slav, and Roman;
+    Men of middling size and weight,
+      Dwarfs and giants mighty;
+    Men of modest heart and state,
+      Vain men, proud and flighty.
+
+    Of the Wanderers' order I
+      Tell the Legislature--
+    They whose life is free and high,
+      Gentle too their nature--
+    They who'd rather scrape a fat
+      Dish in gravy swimming,
+    Than in sooth to marvel at
+      Barns with barley brimming.
+
+    Now this order, as I ken,
+      Is called sect or section,
+    Since its sectaries are men
+      Divers in complexion;
+    Therefore _hic_ and _haec_ and _hoc_
+      Suit it in declension,
+    Since so multiform a flock
+      Here finds comprehension.
+
+    This our order hath decried
+      Matins with a warning;
+    For that certain phantoms glide
+      In the early morning,
+    Whereby pass into man's brain
+      Visions of vain folly;
+    Early risers are insane,
+      Racked by melancholy.
+
+    This our order doth proscribe
+      All the year round matins;
+    When they've left their beds, our tribe
+      In the tap sing latins;
+    There they call for wine for all,
+      Roasted fowl and chicken;
+    Hazard's threats no hearts appal,
+      Though his strokes still thicken.
+
+    This our order doth forbid
+      Double clothes with loathing:
+    He whose nakedness is hid
+      With one vest hath clothing:
+    Soon one throws his cloak aside
+      At the dice-box calling;
+    Next his girdle is untied,
+      While the cards are falling.
+
+    What I've said of upper clothes
+      To the nether reaches;
+    They who own a shirt, let those
+      Think no more of breeches;
+    If one boasts big boots to use,
+      Let him leave his gaiters;
+    They who this firm law refuse
+      Shall be counted traitors.
+
+    No one, none shall wander forth
+      Fasting from the table;
+    If thou'rt poor, from south and north
+      Beg as thou art able!
+    Hath it not been often seen
+      That one coin brings many,
+    When a gamester on the green
+      Stakes his lucky penny?
+
+    No one on the road should walk
+      'Gainst the wind--'tis madness;
+    Nor in poverty shall stalk
+      With a face of sadness;
+    Let him bear him bravely then,
+      Hope sustain his spirit;
+    After heavy trials men
+      Better luck inherit!
+
+    While throughout the world you rove,
+      Thus uphold your banners;
+    Give these reasons why you prove
+      Hearts of men and manners:
+    "To reprove the reprobate,
+      Probity approving,
+    Improbate from approbate
+      To remove, I'm moving."
+
+The next song is a lament for the decay of the Order and the
+suppression of its privileges. It was written, to all appearances, at
+a later date, and is inferior in style. The Goliardi had already, we
+learn from it, exchanged poverty for luxury. Instead of tramping on
+the hard hoof, they moved with a retinue of mounted servants. We seem
+to trace in the lament a change from habits of simple vagabondage to
+professional dependence, as minstrels and secretaries, upon men of
+rank in Church and State, which came over the Goliardic class. This
+poem, it may be mentioned, does not occur in the _Carmina Burana_, nor
+is it included among those which bear the name of Walter Mapes or Map.
+
+
+
+
+ON THE DECAY OF THE ORDER.
+
+No. 2.
+
+
+    Once (it was in days of yore)
+      This our order flourished;
+    Popes, whom Cardinals adore,
+      It with honours nourished;
+    Licences desirable
+      They gave, nought desiring;
+    While our prayers, the beads we tell,
+      Served us for our hiring.
+
+    Now this order (so time runs)
+      Is made tributary;
+    With the ruck of Adam's sons
+      We must draw and carry;
+    Ground by common serfdom down,
+      By our debts confounded,
+    Debts to market-place and town
+      With the Jews compounded.
+
+    Once ('twas when the simple state
+      Of our order lasted)
+    All men praised us, no man's hate
+      Harried us or wasted;
+    Rates and taxes on our crew
+      There was none to levy;
+    But the sect, douce men and true,
+      Served God in a bevy.
+
+    Now some envious folks, who spy
+      Sumptuous equipages,
+    Horses, litters passing by,
+      And a host of pages,
+    Say, "Unless their purses were
+      Quite with wealth o'erflowing,
+    They could never thus, I swear,
+      Round about be going!"
+
+    Such men do not think nor own
+      How with toil we bend us,
+    Not to feed ourselves alone,
+      But the folk who tend us:
+    On all comers, all who come,
+      We our substance lavish,
+    Therefore 'tis a trifling sum
+      For ourselves we ravish.
+
+    On this subject, at this time,
+      What we've said suffices:
+    Let us leave it, lead the rhyme
+      Back to our devices:
+    We the miseries of this life
+      Bear with cheerful spirit,
+    That Heaven's bounty after strife
+      We may duly merit.
+
+    'Tis a sign that God the Lord
+      Will not let us perish,
+    Since with scourge and rod and sword
+      He our souls doth cherish;
+    He amid this vale of woes
+      Makes us bear the burden,
+    That true joys in heaven's repose
+      May be ours for guerdon.
+
+Next in order to these poems, which display the Wandering Students as
+a class, I will produce two that exhibit their mode of life in detail.
+The first is a begging petition, addressed by a scholar on the tramp
+to the great man of the place where he is staying. The name of the
+place, as I have already noticed, is only indicated by an N. The nasal
+whine of a suppliant for alms, begging, as Erasmus begged, not in the
+name of charity, but of learning, makes itself heard both in the
+rhyme and rhythm of the original Latin. I have tried to follow the
+sing-song doggerel.
+
+
+
+
+A WANDERING STUDENT'S PETITION.
+
+No. 3.
+
+
+    I, a wandering scholar lad,
+      Born for toil and sadness,
+    Oftentimes am driven by
+      Poverty to madness.
+
+    Literature and knowledge I
+      Fain would still be earning,
+    Were it not that want of pelf
+      Makes me cease from learning.
+
+    These torn clothes that cover me
+      Are too thin and rotten;
+    Oft I have to suffer cold,
+      By the warmth forgotten.
+
+    Scarce I can attend at church,
+      Sing God's praises duly;
+    Mass and vespers both I miss,
+      Though I love them truly.
+
+    Oh, thou pride of N----,
+      By thy worth I pray thee
+    Give the suppliant help in need,
+      Heaven will sure repay thee.
+
+    Take a mind unto thee now
+      Like unto St. Martin;
+    Clothe the pilgrim's nakedness,
+      Wish him well at parting.
+
+    So may God translate your soul
+      Into peace eternal,
+    And the bliss of saints be yours
+      In His realm supernal.
+
+The second is a jovial _Song of the Open Road_, throbbing with the
+exhilaration of young life and madcap impudence. We must imagine that
+two vagabond students are drinking together before they part upon
+their several ways. One addresses the other as _frater catholice, vir
+apostolice_, vows to befriend him, and expounds the laws of loyalty
+which bind the brotherhood together. To the rest of the world they are
+a terror and a nuisance. Honest folk are jeeringly forbidden to beware
+of the _quadrivium_, which is apt to form a fourfold rogue instead of
+a scholar in four branches of knowledge.
+
+The Latin metre is so light, careless, and airy, that I must admit an
+almost complete failure to do it justice in my English version. The
+refrain appears intended to imitate a bugle-call.
+
+
+
+
+A SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD.
+
+No. 4.
+
+
+    We in our wandering,
+    Blithesome and squandering,
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Eat to satiety,
+    Drink with propriety;
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Laugh till our sides we split,
+    Rags on our hides we fit;
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Jesting eternally,
+    Quaffing infernally:
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Craft's in the bone of us,
+    Fear 'tis unknown of us:
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    When we're in neediness,
+    Thieve we with greediness:
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Brother catholical,
+    Man apostolical,
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Say what you will have done,
+    What you ask 'twill be done!
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Folk, fear the toss of the
+    Horns of philosophy!
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Here comes a quadruple
+    Spoiler and prodigal!
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    License and vanity
+    Pamper insanity:
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    As the Pope bade us do,
+    Brother to brother's true:
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Brother, best friend, adieu!
+    Now, I must part from you!
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    When will our meeting be?
+    Glad shall our greeting be!
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Vows valedictory
+    Now have the victory;
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Clasped on each other's breast,
+    Brother to brother pressed,
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+In the fourth place I insert the _Confession of Golias_. This
+important composition lays bare the inner nature of a Wandering
+Student, describing his vagrant habits, his volatile and
+indiscriminate amours, his passion for the dice-box, his devotion to
+wine, and the poetic inspiration he was wont to draw from it.
+
+In England this _Confession_ was attributed to Walter Map; and the
+famous drinking-song, on which the Archdeacon of Oxford's reputation
+principally rests in modern times, was extracted from the stanzas II
+_et seq._[29] But, though Wright is unwilling to refuse Map such
+honour as may accrue to his fame from the composition, we have little
+reason to regard it as his work. The song was clearly written at
+Pavia--a point inexplicably overlooked by Wright in the note appended
+to stanza 9--and the Archbishop-elect of Cologne, who is appealed to
+by name in stanza 24, was Reinald von Dassel, a minister of Frederick
+Barbarossa. This circumstance enables us to determine the date of the
+poem between 1162 and 1165. When the _Confession_ was manipulated for
+English readers, _Praesul Coventrensium, Praesul mibi cognite_, and _O
+pastor ecclesiae_ were in several MS. redactions substituted for
+_Electe Coloniae_. Instead of _Papiae_, in stanza 8, we read _in
+mundo_; but in stanza 9, where the rhyme required it, _Papiae_ was
+left standing--a sufficient indication of literary rehandling by a
+clumsy scribe. In the text of the _Carmina Burana_, the _Confession_
+winds up with a petition that Reinald von Dassel should employ the
+poet as a secretary, or should bestow some mark of his bounty upon
+him.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 29: Wright's _Walter Mapes_, p. xlv.]
+
+
+
+
+THE CONFESSION OF GOLIAS.
+
+No. 5.
+
+
+    Boiling in my spirit's veins
+      With fierce indignation,
+    From my bitterness of soul
+      Springs self-revelation:
+    Framed am I of flimsy stuff,
+      Fit for levitation,
+    Like a thin leaf which the wind
+      Scatters from its station.
+
+    While it is the wise man's part
+      With deliberation
+    On a rock to base his heart's
+      Permanent foundation,
+    With a running river I
+      Find my just equation,
+    Which beneath the self-same sky
+      Hath no habitation.
+
+    Carried am I like a ship
+      Left without a sailor,
+    Like a bird that through the air
+      Flies where tempests hale her;
+    Chains and fetters hold me not,
+      Naught avails a jailer;
+    Still I find my fellows out,
+      Toper, gamester, railer.
+
+    To my mind all gravity
+      Is a grave subjection;
+    Sweeter far than honey are
+      Jokes and free affection.
+    All that Venus bids me do,
+      Do I with erection,
+    For she ne'er in heart of man
+      Dwelt with dull dejection.
+
+    Down the broad road do I run,
+      As the way of youth is;
+    Snare myself in sin, and ne'er
+      Think where faith and truth is;
+    Eager far for pleasure more
+      Than soul's health, the sooth is,
+    For this flesh of mine I care,
+      Seek not ruth where ruth is.
+
+    Prelate, most discreet of priests,
+      Grant me absolution!
+    Dear's the death whereof I die,
+      Sweet my dissolution;
+    For my heart is wounded by
+      Beauty's soft suffusion;
+    All the girls I come not nigh,
+      Mine are in illusion.
+
+    'Tis most arduous to make
+      Nature's self surrender;
+    Seeing girls, to blush and be
+      Purity's defender!
+    We young men our longings ne'er
+      Shall to stern law render,
+    Or preserve our fancies from
+      Bodies smooth and tender.
+
+    Who, when into fire he falls,
+      Keeps himself from burning?
+    Who within Pavia's walls
+      Fame of chaste is earning?
+    Venus with her finger calls
+      Youths at every turning,
+    Snares them with her eyes, and thralls
+      With her amorous yearning.
+
+    If you brought Hippolitus
+      To Pavia Sunday,
+    He'd not be Hippolitus
+      On the following Monday;
+    Venus there keeps holiday
+      Every day as one day;
+    'Mid these towers in no tower dwells
+      Venus Verecunda.
+
+    In the second place I own
+      To the vice of gaming:
+    Cold indeed outside I seem,
+      Yet my soul is flaming:
+    But when once the dice-box hath
+      Stripped me to my shaming,
+    Make I songs and verses fit
+      For the world's acclaiming.
+
+    In the third place, I will speak
+      Of the tavern's pleasure;
+    For I never found nor find
+      There the least displeasure;
+    Nor shall find it till I greet
+      Angels without measure,
+    Singing requiems for the souls
+      In eternal leisure.
+
+    In the public-house to die
+      Is my resolution;
+    Let wine to my lips be nigh
+      At life's dissolution:
+    That will make the angels cry,
+      With glad elocution,
+    "Grant this toper, God on high,
+      Grace and absolution!"
+
+    With the cup the soul lights up,
+      Inspirations flicker;
+    Nectar lifts the soul on high
+      With its heavenly ichor:
+    To my lips a sounder taste
+      Hath the tavern's liquor
+    Than the wine a village clerk
+      Waters for the vicar.
+
+    Nature gives to every man
+      Some gift serviceable;
+    Write I never could nor can
+      Hungry at the table;
+    Fasting, any stripling to
+      Vanquish me is able;
+    Hunger, thirst, I liken to
+      Death that ends the fable.
+
+    Nature gives to every man
+      Gifts as she is willing;
+    I compose my verses when
+      Good wine I am swilling,
+    Wine the best for jolly guest
+      Jolly hosts are filling;
+    From such wine rare fancies fine
+      Flow like dews distilling.
+
+    Such my verse is wont to be
+      As the wine I swallow;
+    No ripe thoughts enliven me
+      While my stomach's hollow;
+    Hungry wits on hungry lips
+      Like a shadow follow,
+    But when once I'm in my cups,
+      I can beat Apollo.
+
+    Never to my spirit yet
+      Flew poetic vision
+    Until first my belly had
+      Plentiful provision;
+    Let but Bacchus in the brain
+      Take a strong position,
+    Then comes Phoebus flowing in
+      With a fine precision.
+
+    There are poets, worthy men,
+      Shrink from public places,
+    And in lurking-hole or den
+      Hide their pallid faces;
+    There they study, sweat, and woo
+      Pallas and the Graces,
+    But bring nothing forth to view
+      Worth the girls' embraces.
+
+    Fasting, thirsting, toil the bards,
+      Swift years flying o'er them;
+    Shun the strife of open life,
+      Tumults of the forum;
+    They, to sing some deathless thing,
+      Lest the world ignore them,
+    Die the death, expend their breath,
+      Drowned in dull decorum.
+
+    Lo! my frailties I've betrayed,
+      Shown you every token,
+    Told you what your servitors
+      Have against me spoken;
+    But of those men each and all
+      Leave their sins unspoken,
+    Though they play, enjoy to-day,
+      Scorn their pledges broken.
+
+    Now within the audience-room
+      Of this blessed prelate,
+    Sent to hunt out vice, and from
+      Hearts of men expel it;
+    Let him rise, nor spare the bard,
+      Cast at him a pellet;
+    He whose heart knows not crime's smart,
+      Show my sin and tell it!
+
+    I have uttered openly
+      All I knew that shamed me,
+    And have spued the poison forth
+      That so long defamed me;
+    Of my old ways I repent,
+      New life hath reclaimed me;
+    God beholds the heart--'twas man
+      Viewed the face and blamed me.
+
+    Goodness now hath won my love,
+      I am wroth with vices;
+    Made a new man in my mind,
+      Lo, my soul arises!
+    Like a babe new milk I drink--
+      Milk for me suffices,
+    Lest my heart should longer be
+      Filled with vain devices.
+
+    Thou Elect of fair Cologne,
+      Listen to my pleading!
+    Spurn not thou the penitent;
+      See, his heart is bleeding!
+    Give me penance! what is due
+      For my faults exceeding
+    I will bear with willing cheer,
+      All thy precepts heeding.
+
+    Lo, the lion, king of beasts,
+      Spares the meek and lowly;
+    Toward submissive creatures he
+      Tames his anger wholly.
+    Do the like, ye powers of earth,
+      Temporal and holy!
+    Bitterness is more than's right
+      When 'tis bitter solely.
+
+
+
+
+XIV.
+
+
+Having been introduced to the worshipful order of vagrants both in
+their collective and in their personal capacity, we will now follow
+them to the woods and fields in spring. It was here that they sought
+love-adventures and took pastime after the restraints of winter.
+
+The spring-songs are all, in the truest sense of the word,
+_lieder_--lyrics for music. Their affinities of form and rhythm are
+less with ecclesiastical verse than with the poetry of the Minnesinger
+and the Troubadour. Sometimes we are reminded of the French
+_pastourelle_, sometimes of the rustic ditty, with its monotonous
+refrain.
+
+The exhilaration of the season which they breathe has something of the
+freshness of a lark's song, something at times of the richness of the
+nightingale's lament. The defect of the species may be indicated in a
+single phrase. It is a tedious reiteration of commonplaces in the
+opening stanzas. Here, however, is a lark-song.
+
+
+
+
+WELCOME TO SPRING.
+
+No. 6.
+
+
+    Spring is coming! longed-for spring
+      Now his joy discloses;
+    On his fair brow in a ring
+      Bloom empurpled roses!
+    Birds are gay; how sweet their lay!
+      Tuneful is the measure;
+    The wild wood grows green again,
+    Songsters change our winter's pain
+      To a mirthful pleasure.
+
+    Now let young men gather flowers,
+      On their foreheads bind them,
+    Maidens pluck them from the bowers,
+      Then, when they have twined them,
+    Breathe perfume from bud and bloom,
+      Where young love reposes,
+    And into the meadows so
+    All together laughing go,
+      Crowned with ruddy roses.
+
+Here again the nightingale's song, contending with the young man's
+heart's lament of love, makes itself heard.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOVER AND THE NIGHTINGALE.
+
+No. 7.
+
+
+    These hours of spring are jolly;
+            Maidens, be gay!
+    Shake off dull melancholy,
+            Ye lads, to-day!
+        Oh! all abloom am I!
+        It is a maiden love that makes me sigh,
+        A new, new love it is wherewith I die!
+
+    The nightingale is singing
+            So sweet a lay!
+    Her glad voice heavenward flinging--
+            No check, no stay.
+
+    Flower of girls love-laden
+            Is my sweetheart;
+    Of roses red the maiden
+            For whom I smart.
+
+    The promise that she gives me
+            Makes my heart bloom;
+    If she denies, she drives me
+            Forth to the gloom.
+
+    My maid, to me relenting,
+            Is fain for play;
+    Her pure heart, unconsenting,
+            Saith, "Lover, stay!"
+
+    Hush, Philomel, thy singing,
+            This little rest!
+    Let the soul's song rise ringing
+            Up from the breast!
+
+    In desolate Decembers
+            Man bides his time:
+    Spring stirs the slumbering embers;
+            Love-juices climb.
+
+    Come, mistress, come, my maiden!
+            Bring joy to me!
+    Come, come, thou beauty-laden!
+            I die for thee!
+        O all abloom am I!
+        It is a maiden love that makes me sigh,
+        A new, new love it is wherewith I die!
+
+There is a very pretty _Invitation to Youth_, the refrain of which,
+though partly undecipherable, seems to indicate an Italian origin. I
+have thought it well to omit this refrain; but it might be rendered
+thus, maintaining the strange and probably corrupt reading of the last
+line:--
+
+    "List, my fair, list, _bela mia_,
+    To the thousand charms of Venus!
+    _Da hizevaleria_."
+
+
+
+
+THE INVITATION TO YOUTH.
+
+No. 8.
+
+
+    Take your pleasure, dance and play,
+    Each with other while ye may:
+    Youth is nimble, full of grace;
+    Age is lame, of tardy pace.
+
+    We the wars of love should wage,
+    Who are yet of tender age;
+    'Neath the tents of Venus dwell
+    All the joys that youth loves well.
+
+    Young men kindle heart's desire;
+    You may liken them to fire:
+    Old men frighten love away
+    With cold frost and dry decay.
+
+A roundelay, which might be styled the _Praise of May_ or the
+exhortation to be liberal in love by _The Example of the Rose_, shall
+follow.
+
+
+
+
+THE EXAMPLE OF THE ROSE.
+
+No. 9.
+
+
+    Winter's untruth yields at last,
+      Spring renews old mother earth;
+    Angry storms are overpast,
+      Sunbeams fill the air with mirth;
+      Pregnant, ripening unto birth,
+              All the world reposes.
+
+    Our delightful month of May,
+      Not by birth, but by degree,
+    Took the first place, poets say;
+      Since the whole year's cycle he,
+      Youngest, loveliest, leads with glee,
+              And the cycle closes.
+
+    From the honours of the rose
+      They decline, the rose abuse,
+    Who, when roses red unclose,
+      Seek not their own sweets to use;
+      'Tis with largess, liberal dues,
+              That the rose discloses.
+
+    Taught to wanton, taught to play,
+      By the young year's wanton flower,
+    We will take no heed to-day,
+      Have no thought for thrift this hour;
+      Thrift, whose uncongenial power
+              Laws on youth imposes.
+
+Another song, blending the praises of spring with a little pagan vow
+to Cupid, has in the original Latin a distinction and purity of
+outline which might be almost called Horatian.
+
+
+
+
+THE VOW TO CUPID.
+
+No. 10.
+
+
+    Winter, now thy spite is spent,
+    Frost and ice and branches bent!
+    Fogs and furious storms are o'er,
+    Sloth and torpor, sorrow frore,
+    Pallid wrath, lean discontent.
+
+    Comes the graceful band of May!
+    Cloudless shines the limpid day,
+    Shine by night the Pleiades;
+    While a grateful summer breeze
+    Makes the season soft and gay.
+
+    Golden Love I shine forth to view!
+    Souls of stubborn men subdue!
+    See me bend! what is thy mind?
+    Make the girl thou givest kind,
+    And a leaping ram's thy due!
+
+    O the jocund face of earth,
+    Breathing with young grassy birth!
+    Every tree with foliage clad,
+    Singing birds in greenwood glad,
+    Flowering fields for lovers' mirth!
+
+Nor is the next far below it in the same qualities of neatness and
+artistic brevity.
+
+
+
+
+A-MAYING.
+
+No. 11.
+
+
+    Now the fields are laughing; now the maids
+    Take their pastime; laugh the leafy glades:
+        Now the summer days are blooming,
+        And the flowers their chaliced lamps for love illuming.
+    Fruit-trees blossom; woods grow green again;
+    Winter's rage is past: O ye young men,
+        With the May-bloom shake off sadness!
+        Love is luring you to join the maidens' gladness.
+
+    Let us then together sport and play;
+    Cytherea bids the young be gay:
+        Laughter soft and happy voices,
+        Hope and love invite to mirth when May rejoices.
+
+All the spring is in the lyric next upon my list.
+
+
+
+
+THE RETURN OF SPRING:
+
+No. 12.
+
+
+    Spring returns, the glad new-comer,
+      Bringing pleasure, banning pain:
+    Meadows bloom with early summer,
+      And the sun shines out again:
+    All sad thoughts and passions vanish;
+    Plenteous Summer comes to banish
+      Winter with his starveling train.
+
+    Hails and snows and frosts together
+      Melt and thaw like dews away;
+    While the spring in cloudless weather
+      Sucks the breast of jocund May;
+    Sad's the man and born for sorrow
+    Who can live not, dares not borrow
+      Gladness from a summer's day.
+
+    Full of joy and jubilation,
+      Drunk with honey of delight,
+    Are the lads whose aspiration
+      Is the palm of Cupid's fight!
+    Youths, we'll keep the laws of Venus,
+    And with joy and mirth between us
+      Live and love like Paris wight!
+
+The next has the same accent of gladness, though it is tuned to a
+somewhat softer and more meditative note of feeling.
+
+
+
+
+THE SWEETNESS OF THE SPRING.
+
+No. 13.
+
+
+    Vernal hours are sweet as clover,
+    With love's honey running over;
+    Every heart on this earth burning
+    Finds new birth with spring's returning.
+
+    In the spring-time blossoms flourish,
+    Fields drink moisture, heaven's dews nourish;
+    Now the griefs of maidens, after
+    Dark days, turn to love and laughter.
+
+    Whoso love, are loved, together
+    Seek their pastime in spring weather;
+    And, with time and place agreeing,
+    Clasp, kiss, frolic, far from seeing.
+
+Gradually the form of the one girl whom the lyrist loves emerges from
+this wealth of description.
+
+
+
+
+THE SUIT TO PHYLLIS.
+
+No. 14.
+
+
+    Hail! thou longed-for month of May,
+    Dear to lovers every day!
+    Thou that kindlest hour by hour
+    Life in man and bloom in bower!
+    O ye crowds of flowers and hues
+    That with joy the sense confuse,
+    Hail! and to our bosom bring
+    Bliss and every jocund thing!
+    Sweet the concert of the birds;
+    Lovers listen to their words:
+    For sad winter hath gone by,
+    And a soft wind blows on high.
+
+    Earth hath donned her purple vest,
+    Fields with laughing flowers are dressed,
+    Shade upon the wild wood spreads,
+    Trees lift up their leafy heads;
+    Nature in her joy to-day
+    Bids all living things be gay;
+    Glad her face and fair her grace
+    Underneath the sun's embrace!
+    Venus stirs the lover's brain,
+    With life's nectar fills his vein,
+    Pouring through his limbs the heat
+    Which makes pulse and passion beat.
+
+    O how happy was the birth
+    When the loveliest soul on earth
+    Took the form and life of thee,
+    Shaped in all felicity!
+    O how yellow is thy hair!
+    There is nothing wrong, I swear,
+    In the whole of thee; thou art
+    Framed to fill a loving heart!
+    Lo, thy forehead queenly crowned,
+    And the eyebrows dark and round,
+    Curved like Iris at the tips,
+    Down the dark heavens when she slips!
+
+    Red as rose and white as snow
+    Are thy cheeks that pale and glow;
+    'Mid a thousand maidens thou
+    Hast no paragon, I vow.
+    Round thy lips and red as be
+    Apples on the apple-tree;
+    Bright thy teeth as any star;
+    Soft and low thy speeches are;
+    Long thy hand, and long thy side,
+    And the throat thy breasts divide;
+    All thy form beyond compare
+    Was of God's own art the care.
+
+    Sparks of passion sent from thee
+    Set on fire the heart of me;
+    Thee beyond all whom I know
+    I must love for ever so.
+    Lo, my heart to dust will burn
+    Unless thou this flame return;
+    Still the fire will last, and I,
+    Living now, at length shall die!
+    Therefore, Phyllis, hear me pray,
+    Let us twain together play,
+    Joining lip to lip and breast
+    Unto, breast in perfect rest!
+
+The lover is occasionally bashful, sighing at a distance.
+
+
+
+
+MODEST LOVE.
+
+No. 15.
+
+
+    Summer sweet is coming in;
+    Now the pleasant days begin;
+    Phoebus rules the earth at last;
+    For sad winter's reign is past.
+
+    Wounded with the love alone
+    Of one girl, I make my moan:
+    Grief pursues me till she bend
+    Unto me and condescend.
+
+    Take thou pity on my plight!
+    With my heart thy heart unite!
+    In my love thy own love blending,
+    Finding thus of life the ending!
+
+Occasionally his passion assumes a romantic tone, as is the case with
+the following _Serenade_ to a girl called Flos-de-spina in the Latin.
+Whether that was her real name, or was only used for poetical
+purposes, does not admit of debate now. Anyhow, Flos-de-spina,
+Fior-di-spina, Fleur-d'epine, and English Flower-o'-the-thorn are all
+of them pretty names for a girl.
+
+
+
+
+THE SERENADE TO FLOWER-O'-THE-THORN.
+
+No. 16.
+
+
+    The blithe young year is upward steering.
+    Wild winter dwindles, disappearing;
+    The short, short days are growing longer,
+    Rough weather yields and warmth is stronger.
+        Since January dawned, my mind
+        Waves hither, thither, love-inclined
+        For one whose will can loose or bind.
+
+    Prudent and very fair the maiden,
+    Than rose or lily more love-laden;
+    Stately of stature, lithe and slender,
+    There's naught so exquisite and tender.
+        The Queen of France is not so dear;
+        Death to my life comes very near
+        If Flower-o'-the-thorn be not my cheer.
+
+    The Queen of Love my heart is killing
+    With her gold arrow pain-distilling;
+    The God of Love with torches burning
+    Lights pyre on pyre of ardent yearning.
+        She is the girl for whom I'd die;
+        I want none dearer, far or nigh,
+        Though grief on grief upon me lie.
+
+    I with her love am thralled and taken,
+    Whose flower doth flower, bud, bloom, and waken;
+    Sweet were the labour, light the burden,
+    Could mouth kiss mouth for wage and guerdon.
+        No touch of lips my wound can still,
+        Unless two hearts grow one, one will,
+        One longing! Flower of flowers, farewell!
+
+Once at least we find him writing in absence to his mistress, and
+imploring her fidelity. This ranks among the most delicate in
+sentiment of the whole series.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOVE-LETTER IN SPRING.
+
+No. 17.
+
+
+    Now the sun is streaming,
+      Clear and pure his ray;
+    April's glad face beaming
+      On our earth to-day.
+    Unto love returneth
+      Every gentle mind;
+    And the boy-god burneth
+      Jocund hearts to bind.
+
+    All this budding beauty,
+      Festival array,
+    Lays on us the duty
+      To be blithe and gay.
+    Trodden ways are known, love!
+      And in this thy youth,
+    To retain thy own love
+      Were but faith and truth.
+
+    In faith love me solely,
+      Mark the faith of me,
+    From thy whole heart wholly,
+      From the soul of thee.
+    At this time of bliss, dear,
+      I am far away;
+    Those who love like this, dear,
+      Suffer every day!
+
+At one time he seems upon the point of clasping his felicity.
+
+
+
+
+A SPRING DITTY.
+
+No. 18.
+
+
+    In the spring, ah happy day!
+    Underneath a leafy spray
+    With her sister stands my may.
+          O sweet love!
+          He who now is reft of thee
+          Poor is he!
+
+    Ah, the trees, how fair they flower
+    Birds are singing in the bower;
+    Maidens feel of love the power.
+          O sweet love!
+
+    See the lilies, how they blow!
+    And the maidens row by row
+    Praise the best of gods below.
+          O sweet love!
+
+    If I held my sweetheart now,
+    In the wood beneath the bough,
+    I would kiss her, lip and brow.
+          O sweet love!
+          He who now is reft of thee,
+          Poor is he!
+
+At another time he has clasped it, but he trembles lest it should
+escape him.
+
+
+
+
+LOVE-DOUBTS.
+
+No. 19.
+
+
+    With so sweet a promise given
+      All my bosom burneth;
+    Hope uplifts my heart to heaven,
+      Yet the doubt returneth,
+    Lest perchance that hope should be
+    Crushed and shattered suddenly.
+
+    On one girl my fancy so,
+      On one star, reposes;
+    Her sweet lips with honey flow
+      And the scent of roses:
+    In her smile I laugh, and fire
+    Fills me with her love's desire.
+
+    Love in measure over-much
+      Strikes man's soul with anguish;
+    Anxious love's too eager touch
+      Makes man fret and languish:
+    Thus in doubt and grief I pine;
+    Pain more sure was none than mine.
+
+    Burning in love's fiery flood,
+      Lo, my life is wasted!
+    Such the fever of my blood
+      That I scarce have tasted
+    Mortal bread and wine, but sup
+    Like a god love's nectar-cup.
+
+The village dance forms an important element in the pleasures of the
+season. Here is a pretty picture in two stanzas of a linden sheltering
+some Suabian meadow.
+
+
+
+
+THE VILLAGE DANCE.
+
+No. 20.
+
+
+    Wide the lime-tree to the air
+    Spreads her boughs and foliage fair;
+      Thyme beneath is growing
+    On the verdant meadow-where
+      Dancers' feet are going.
+
+    Through the grass a little spring
+    Runs with jocund murmuring;
+      All the place rejoices;
+    Cooling zephyrs breathe and sing
+      With their summer voices.
+
+I have freely translated a second, which presents a more elaborate
+picture of a similar scene.
+
+
+
+
+LOVE AMONG THE MAIDENS.
+
+No. 21.
+
+
+    Yonder choir of virgins see
+      Through the spring advancing,
+    Where the sun's warmth, fair and free,
+      From the green leaves glancing,
+    Weaves a lattice of light gloom
+      And soft sunbeams o'er us,
+    'Neath the linden-trees in bloom,
+      For the Cyprian chorus.
+
+    In this vale where blossoms blow,
+      Blooming, summer-scented,
+    'Mid the lilies row by row,
+      Spreads a field flower-painted.
+    Here the blackbirds through the dale
+      Each to each are singing,
+    And the jocund nightingale
+      Her fresh voice is flinging.
+
+    See the maidens crowned with rose
+      Sauntering through the grasses!
+    Who could tell the mirth of those
+      Laughing, singing lasses?
+    Or with what a winning grace
+      They their charms discover,
+    Charms of form and blushing face,
+      To the gazing lover?
+
+    Down the flowery greenwood glade
+      As I chanced to wander,
+    From bright eyes a serving-maid
+      Shot Love's arrows yonder;
+    I for her, 'mid all the crew
+      Of the girls of Venus,
+    Wait and yearn until I view
+      Love spring up between us.
+
+Another lyric of complicated rhyming structure introduces a not
+dissimilar motive, with touches that seem, in like manner, to indicate
+its German origin. It may be remarked that the lover's emotion has
+here unusual depth, a strain of _sehnsucht_; and the picture of the
+mother followed by her daughter in the country-dance suggests the
+domesticity of Northern races.
+
+
+
+
+AT THE VILLAGE DANCE.
+
+No. 22.
+
+
+    Meadows bloom, in Winter's room
+      Reign the Loves and Graces,
+    With their gift of buds that lift
+      Bright and laughing faces;
+    'Neath the ray of genial May,
+      Shining, glowing, blushing, growing,
+      They the joys of spring are showing
+    In their manifold array.
+
+    Song-birds sweet the season greet,
+      Tune their merry voices;
+    Sound the ways with hymns of praise,
+      Every lane rejoices.
+    On the bough in greenwood now
+      Flowers are springing, perfumes flinging,
+      While young men and maids are clinging
+    To the loves they scarce avow.
+
+    O'er the grass together pass
+      Bands of lads love-laden:
+    Row by row in bevies go
+      Bride and blushing maiden.
+    See with glee 'neath linden-tree,
+      Where the dancing girls are glancing,
+      How the matron is advancing!
+    At her side her daughter see!
+
+    She's my own, for whom alone,
+      If fate wills, I'll tarry;
+    Young May-moon, or late or soon,
+      'Tis with her I'd marry!
+    Now with sighs I watch her rise,
+      She the purely loved, the surely
+      Chosen, who my heart securely
+    Turns from grief to Paradise.
+
+    In her sight with heaven's own light
+      Like the gods I blossom;
+    Care for nought till she be brought
+      Yielding to my bosom.
+    Thirst divine my soul doth pine
+      To behold her and enfold her,
+      With clasped arms alone to hold her
+    In Love's holy hidden shrine.
+
+But the theme of the dance is worked up with even greater elaboration
+and a more studied ingenuity of rhyme and rhythm in the following
+characteristic song. This has the true accent of what may be called
+the _Musa Vagabundula_, and is one of the best lyrics of the
+series:--
+
+
+
+
+INVITATION TO THE DANCE.
+
+No. 23.
+
+
+    Cast aside dull books and thought;
+      Sweet is folly, sweet is play:
+    Take the pleasure Spring hath brought
+      In youth's opening holiday!
+    Right it is old age should ponder
+      On grave matters fraught with care;
+    Tender youth is free to wander,
+      Free to frolic light as air.
+          Like a dream our prime is flown,
+            Prisoned in a study:
+          Sport and folly are youth's own,
+            Tender youth and ruddy.
+
+    Lo, the Spring of life slips by,
+      Frozen Winter comes apace;
+    Strength is 'minished silently,
+      Care writes wrinkles on our face:
+    Blood dries up and courage fails us,
+      Pleasures dwindle, joys decrease,
+    Till old age at length assails us
+      With his troop of illnesses.
+          Like a dream our prime is flown,
+            Prisoned in a study;
+          Sport and folly are youth's own,
+            Tender youth and ruddy.
+
+    Live we like the gods above;
+      This is wisdom, this is truth:
+    Chase the joys of tender love
+      In the leisure of our youth!
+    Keep the vows we swore together,
+      Lads, obey that ordinance;
+    Seek the fields in sunny weather,
+      Where the laughing maidens dance.
+          Like a dream our prime is flown,
+            Prisoned in a study;
+          Sport and folly are youth's own,
+            Tender youth and ruddy.
+
+    There the lad who lists may see
+      Which among the maids is kind:
+    There young limbs deliciously
+      Flashing through the dances wind:
+    While the girls their arms are raising,
+      Moving, winding o'er the lea,
+    Still I stand and gaze, and gazing
+      They have stolen the soul of me!
+          Like a dream our prime is flown,
+            Prisoned in a study;
+          Sport and folly are youth's own,
+            Tender youth and ruddy.
+
+
+
+
+XV.
+
+
+A separate Section can be devoted to songs in the manner of the early
+French pastoral. These were fashionable at a remote period in all
+parts of Europe; and I have already had occasion, in another piece of
+literary history, to call attention to the Italian madrigals of the
+fourteenth century composed in this species.[30] Their point is mainly
+this: A man of birth and education, generally a dweller in the town,
+goes abroad into the fields, lured by fair spring weather, and makes
+love among trees to a country wench.
+
+The _Vagi_ turn the pastoral to their own purpose, and always
+represent the greenwood lover as a _clericus_. One of these rural
+nieces has a pretty opening stanza:--
+
+    "When the sweet Spring was ascending,
+    Not yet May, at April's ending,
+    While the sun was heavenward wending,
+    Stood a girl of grace transcending
+    Underneath the green bough, sending
+            Songs aloft with pipings."
+
+Another gives a slightly comic turn to the chief incident.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 30: See _Renaissance in Italy_, vol. iv. p. 156.]
+
+
+
+
+A PASTORAL.
+
+No. 24.
+
+
+    There went out in the dawning light
+      A little rustic maiden;
+    Her flock so white, her crook so slight,
+      With fleecy new wool laden.
+
+    Small is the flock, and there you'll see
+      The she-ass and the wether;
+    This goat's a he, and that's a she,
+      The bull-calf and the heifer.
+
+    She looked upon the green sward, where
+      A student lay at leisure:
+    "What do you there, young sir, so fair?"
+      "Come, play with me, my treasure!"
+
+A third seems to have been written in the South, perhaps upon the
+shores of one of the Italian lakes--Como or Garda.
+
+
+
+
+THE MULBERRY-GATHERER.
+
+No. 25.
+
+
+    In the summer's burning heat,
+    When the flowers were blooming sweet,
+    I had chosen, as 'twas meet,
+    'Neath an olive bough my seat;
+    Languid with the glowing day,
+    Lazy, careless, apt for play.
+
+    Stood the tree in fields where grew
+    Painted flowers of every hue,
+    Grass that flourished with the dew,
+    Fresh with shade where breezes blew;
+    Plato, with his style so rare,
+    Could not paint a spot more fair.
+
+    Runs a babbling brook hard by,
+    Chants the nightingale on high;
+    Water-nymphs with song reply.
+    "Sure, 'tis Paradise," I cry;
+    For I know not any place
+    Of a sweeter, fresher grace.
+
+    While I take my solace here,
+    And in solace find good cheer,
+    Shade from summer, coolness dear,
+    Comes a shepherd maiden near--
+    Fairer, sure, there breathes not now--
+    Plucking mulberries from the bough.
+
+    Seeing her, I loved her there:
+    Venus did the trick, I'll swear!
+    "Come, I am no thief, to scare,
+    Rob, or murder unaware;
+    I and all I have are thine,
+    Thou than Flora more divine!"
+
+    But the girl made answer then:
+    "Never played I yet with men;
+    Cruel to me are my kin:
+    My old mother scolds me when
+    In some little thing I stray:--
+    Hold, I prithee, sir, to-day!"
+
+A fourth, consisting of a short conventional introduction in praise of
+Spring, followed by a dialogue between a young man and a girl, in
+which the metre changes for the last two stanzas, may be classed among
+the pastorals, although it is a somewhat irregular example of the
+species.
+
+
+
+
+THE WOOING.
+
+No. 26.
+
+
+    All the woods are now in flower,
+    Song-birds sing in field and bower,
+    Orchards their white blossoms shower:
+    Lads, make merry in Love's hour!
+
+    Sordid grief hath flown away,
+    Fervid Love is here to-day;
+    He will tame without delay
+    Those who love not while they may.
+
+_He._
+    "Fairest maiden, list to me;
+    Do not thus disdainful be;
+    Scorn and anger disagree
+    With thy youth, and injure thee.
+
+    "I am weaker than thou art;
+    Mighty Love hath pierced my heart;
+    Scarce can I endure his dart:
+    Lest I die, heal, heal my smart!"
+
+_She._
+    "Why d'you coax me, suitor blind?
+    What you seek you will not find;
+    I'm too young for love to bind;
+    Such vain trifles vex my mind.
+
+    "Is't your will with me to toy?
+    I'll not mate with man or boy:
+    Like the Phoenix, to enjoy
+    Single life shall be my joy."
+
+_He._
+    "Yet Love is tyrannous,
+    Harsh, fierce, imperious!
+    He who man's heart can thus
+      Shatter, may make to bow
+      Maidens as stern as thou!"
+
+_She._
+    "Now by your words I'm 'ware
+    What you wish, what you are;
+    You know love well, I swear!
+      So I'll be loved by you;
+      Now I'm on fire too!"
+
+
+
+
+XVI.
+
+
+Some semi-descriptive pieces, which connect the songs of Spring with
+lyrics of a more purely personal emotion, can boast of rare beauty in
+the original.
+
+The most striking of these, upon the theme of Sleep and Love, I have
+tried to render in trochaic verse, feeling it impossible, without
+knowledge of the medieval melody, to reproduce its complicated and now
+only half-intelligible rhythms.
+
+
+
+
+A DESCANT UPON SLEEP AND LOVE.
+
+No. 27.
+
+
+    When the lamp of Cynthia late
+    Rises in her silver state,
+    Through her brother's roseate light,
+    Blushing on the brows of night;
+    Then the pure ethereal air
+    Breathes with zephyr blowing fair;
+    Clouds and vapours disappear.
+    As with chords of lute or lyre,
+    Soothed the spirits now respire,
+    And the heart revives again
+    Which once more for love is fain.
+    But the orient evening star
+    Sheds with influence kindlier far
+    Dews of sweet sleep on the eye
+    Of o'er-tired mortality.
+
+    Oh, how blessed to take and keep
+    Is the antidote of sleep!
+    Sleep that lulls the storms of care
+    And of sorrow unaware,
+    Creeping through the closed doors
+    Of the eyes, and through the pores
+    Breathing bliss so pure and rare
+    That with love it may compare.
+
+    Then the god of dreams doth bring
+    To the mind some restful thing,
+    Breezes soft that rippling blow
+    O'er ripe cornfields row by row,
+    Murmuring rivers round whose brim
+    Silvery sands the swallows skim,
+    Or the drowsy circling sound
+    Of old mill-wheels going round,
+    Which with music steal the mind
+    And the eyes in slumber bind.
+
+    When the deeds of love are done
+    Which bland Venus had begun,
+    Languor steals with pleasant strain
+    Through the chambers of the brain,
+    Eyes 'neath eyelids gently tired
+    Swim and seek the rest desired.
+    How deliriously at last
+    Into slumber love hath passed!
+    But how sweeter yet the way
+    Which leads love again to play!
+
+    From the soothed limbs upward spread
+    Glides a mist divinely shed,
+    Which invades the heart and head:
+    Drowsily it veils the eyes,
+    Bending toward sleep's paradise,
+    And with curling vapour round
+    Fills the lids, the senses swound,
+    Till the visual ray is bound
+    By those ministers which make
+    Life renewed in man awake.
+
+    Underneath the leafy shade
+    Of a tree in quiet laid,
+    While the nightingale complains
+    Singing of her ancient pains,
+    Sweet it is still hours to pass,
+    But far sweeter on the grass
+    With a buxom maid to play
+    All a summer's holiday.
+    When the scent of herb and flower
+    Breathes upon the silent hour,
+    When the rose with leaf and bloom
+    Spreads a couch of pure perfume,
+    Then the grateful boon of sleep
+    Falls with satisfaction deep,
+    Showering dews our eyes above,
+    Tired with honeyed strife of love.
+
+    In how many moods the mind
+    Of poor lovers, weak and blind,
+    Wavers like the wavering wind!
+    As a ship in darkness lost,
+    Without anchor tempest-tossed,
+    So with hope and fear imbued
+    It roams in great incertitude
+    Love's tempestuous ocean-flood.
+
+A portion of this descant finds an echo in another lyric of the
+_Carmina Burana_:--
+
+    "With young leaves the wood is new;
+      Now the nightingale is singing;
+    And field-flowers of every hue
+      On the sward their bloom are flinging.
+    Sweet it is to brush the dew
+      From wild lawns and woody places!
+    Sweeter yet to wreathe the rose
+      With the lily's virgin graces;
+    But the sweetest sweet man knows,
+      Is to woo a girl's embraces."
+
+The most highly wrought of descriptive poems in this species is the
+_Dispute of Flora and Phyllis_, which occurs both in the _Carmina
+Burana_ and in the English MSS. edited by Wright. The motive of the
+composition is as follows:--Two girls wake in the early morning, and
+go out to walk together through the fields. Each of them is in love;
+but Phyllis loves a soldier, Flora loves a scholar. They interchange
+confidences, the one contending with the other for the superiority of
+her own sweetheart.
+
+Having said so much, I will present the first part of the poem in the
+English version I have made.
+
+
+
+
+FLORA AND PHYLLIS.
+
+PART I.
+
+No. 28.
+
+
+    In the spring-time, when the skies
+      Cast off winter's mourning,
+    And bright flowers of every hue
+      Earth's lap are adorning,
+    At the hour when Lucifer
+      Gives the stars their warning,
+    Phyllis woke, and Flora too,
+      In the early morning.
+
+    Both the girls were fain to go
+      Forth in sunny weather,
+    For love-laden bosoms throw
+      Sleep off like a feather;
+    Then with measured steps and slow
+      To the fields together
+    Went they, seeking pastime new
+      'Mid the flowers and heather.
+
+    Both were virgins, both, I ween,
+      Were by birth princesses;
+    Phyllis let her locks flow free,
+      Flora trained her tresses.
+    Not like girls they went, but like
+      Heavenly holinesses;
+    And their faces shone like dawn
+      'Neath the day's caresses.
+
+    Equal beauty, equal birth,
+      These fair maidens mated;
+    Youthful were the years of both,
+      And their minds elated;
+    Yet they were a pair unpaired,
+      Mates by strife unmated;
+    For one loved a clerk, and one
+      For a knight was fated.
+
+    Naught there was of difference
+      'Twixt them to the seeing,
+    All alike, within without,
+      Seemed in them agreeing;
+    With one garb, one cast of mind,
+      And one mode of being,
+    Only that they could not love
+      Save with disagreeing.
+
+    In the tree-tops overhead
+      A spring breeze was blowing,
+    And the meadow lawns around
+      With green grass were growing;
+    Through the grass a rivulet
+      From the hill was flowing,
+    Lively, with a pleasant sound
+      Garrulously going.
+
+    That the girls might suffer less
+      From the noon resplendent,
+    Near the stream a spreading pine
+      Rose with stem ascendant;
+    Crowned with boughs and leaves aloft,
+      O'er the fields impendent;
+    From all heat on every hand
+      Airily defendent.
+
+    On the sward the maidens sat,
+      Naught that seat surpasses;
+    Phyllis near the rivulet,
+      Flora 'mid the grasses;
+    Each into the chamber sweet
+      Of her own soul passes,
+    Love divides their thoughts, and wounds
+      With his shafts the lasses.
+
+    Love within the breast of each,
+      Hidden, unsuspected,
+    Lurks and draws forth sighs of grief
+      From their hearts dejected:
+    Soon their ruddy cheeks grow pale,
+      Conscious, love-affected;
+    Yet their passion tells no tale,
+      By soft shame protected.
+
+    Phyllis now doth overhear
+      Flora softly sighing:
+    Flora with like luck detects
+      Sigh to sigh replying.
+    Thus the girls exchange the game,
+      Each with other vying;
+    Till the truth leaps out at length,
+      Plain beyond denying.
+
+    Long this interchange did last
+      Of mute conversation;
+    All of love-sighs fond and fast
+      Was that dissertation.
+    Love was in their minds, and Love
+      Made their lips his station;
+    Phyllis then, while Flora smiled,
+      Opened her oration.
+
+    "Soldier brave, my love!" she said,
+      "Where is now my Paris?
+    Fights he in the field, or where
+      In the wide word tarries?
+    Oh, the soldier's life, I swear,
+      All life's glory carries;
+    Only valour clothed in arms
+      With Dame Venus marries!"
+
+Phyllis thus opens the question whether a soldier or a scholar be the
+fitter for love. Flora responds, and for some time they conduct the
+dispute in true scholastic fashion. Being unable to settle it between
+themselves, they resolve to seek out Love himself, and to refer the
+matter to his judgment. One girl mounts a mule, the other a horse; and
+these are no ordinary animals, for Neptune reared one beast as a
+present to Venus, Vulcan forged the metal-work of bit and saddle,
+Minerva embroidered the trappings, and so forth. After a short journey
+they reach the Garden of Love, which is described with a truly
+luxuriant wealth of imagery. It resembles some of the earlier
+Renaissance pictures, especially one of great excellence by a German
+artist which I once saw in a dealer's shop at Venice, and which ought
+now to grace a public gallery.
+
+
+
+
+FLORA AND PHYLLIS.
+
+PART III.
+
+No. 29.
+
+
+    On their steeds the ladies ride,
+      Two fair girls and slender;
+    Modest are their eyes and mild,
+      And their cheeks are tender.
+    Thus young lilies break the sheath,
+      Budding roses render
+    Blushes, and twinned pairs of stars
+      Climb the heavens with splendour.
+
+    Toward Love's Paradise they fare,
+      Such, I ween, their will is;
+    While the strife between the pair
+      Turns their cheeks to lilies;
+    Phyllis Flora flouts, and fair
+      Flora flouteth Phyllis;
+    Flora's hand a hawk doth bear,
+      And a goshawk Phyllis.
+
+    After a short space they came
+      Where a grove was growing;
+    At the entrance of the same
+      Rills with murmur flowing;
+    There the wind with myrrh and spice
+      Redolent was blowing,
+    Sounds of timbrel, harp, and lyre
+      Through the branches going.
+
+    All the music man could make
+      There they heard in plenty;
+    Timbrel, psaltery, lyre, and lute,
+      Harp and viol dainty;
+    Voices that in part-song meet
+      Choiring forte, lente;
+    Sounds the diatesseron,
+      Sounds the diapente.
+
+    All the tongues of all the birds
+      With full cry were singing;
+    There the blackbird's melody
+      Sweet and true was ringing;
+    Wood-dove, lark, and thrush on high
+      Jocund anthems flinging,
+    With the nightingale, who still
+      To her grief was clinging.
+
+    When the girls drew nigh the grove,
+      Some fear came upon them;
+    Further as they fared, the charm
+      Of the pleasance won them;
+    All the birds so sweetly sang
+      That a spell was on them,
+    And their bosoms warmed with love
+      At the welcome shown them.
+
+    Man would be immortal if
+      He could there be dwelling:
+    Every branch on every tree
+      With ripe fruit is swelling;
+    All the ways with nard and myrrh
+      And with spice are smelling:
+    How divine the Master is
+      All the house is telling.
+
+    Blithesome bands arrest their gaze,
+      Youths and maidens dancing;
+    Bodies beauteous as the stars,
+      Eyes with heaven's light glancing
+    And the bosoms of the girls,
+      At the sight entrancing,
+    Leap to view such marvels new,
+      Joy with joy enhancing!
+
+    They their horses check, and light,
+      Moved with sudden pleasure;
+    Half forget what brought them here,
+      Thralled by love and leisure;
+    Till once more the nightingale
+      Tuned her thrilling measure;
+    At that cry each girl again
+      Hugs her hidden treasure.
+
+    Round the middle of the grove
+      Was a place enchanted,
+    Which the god for his own rites
+      Specially had planted;
+    Fauns and nymphs and satyrs here
+      Flowery alleys haunted,
+    And before the face of Love
+      Played and leaped and chaunted.
+
+    In their hands they carry thyme,
+      Crowns of fragrant roses;
+    Bacchus leads the choir divine
+      And the dance composes;
+    Nymphs and fauns with feet in tune
+      Interchange their posies;
+    But Silenus trips and reels
+      When the chorus closes.
+
+    On an ass the elder borne
+      All the mad crew guideth;
+    Mirth and laughter at the view
+      Through Love's glad heart glideth.
+    "Io!" shouts the eld; that sound
+      In his throat subsideth,
+    For his voice in wine is drowned,
+      And his old age chideth.
+
+    'Mid these pleasant sights appears
+      Love, the young joy-giver;
+    Bright as stars his eyes, and wings
+      On his shoulders shiver;
+    In his left hand is the bow,
+      At his side the quiver;
+    From his state the world may know
+      He is lord for ever.
+
+    Leans the boy upon a staff
+      Intertwined with flowers,
+    Scent of nectar from his hair
+      Breathes around the bowers;
+    Hand in hand before him kneel
+      Three celestial Hours,
+    Graces who Love's goblet fill
+      From immortal showers.
+
+It would surely be superfluous to point out the fluent elegance of
+this poem, or to dwell farther upon the astonishing fact that anything
+so purely Renaissance in tone should have been produced in the twelfth
+century.
+
+Cupid, as was natural, settles the dispute of the two girls by
+deciding that scholars are more suitable for love than soldiers.
+
+This would be the place to introduce another long descriptive poem, if
+the nature of its theme rendered it fit for translation. It relates
+the visit of a student to what he calls the _Templum Veneris_; in
+other words, to the house of a courtesan. Her attendants are sirens;
+and the whole poem, dealing with a vulgar incident, is conducted in
+this mock-heroic strain.[31]
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 31: _Carmina Burana_, p. 138.]
+
+
+
+
+XVII.
+
+
+We pass now to love-poems of a more purely personal kind. One of
+these, which is too long for translation and in some respects
+ill-suited to a modern taste, forms the proper transition from the
+descriptive to the lyrical section. It starts with phrases culled from
+hymns to the Virgin:--
+
+    "Si linguis angelicis
+    Loquar et humanis."
+
+    "Ave formosissima,
+    Gemma pretiosa;
+    Ave decus virginum,
+    Virgo gloriosa!"
+
+These waifs and strays of religious diction are curiously blent with
+romantic and classical allusions. The girl is addressed in the same
+breath as--
+
+    "Blanziflor et Helena,
+    Venus generosa."
+
+Toward the close of the poem, the lover, who at length has reached the
+object of his heart's desire, breaks into this paean of victorious
+passion:--
+
+    "What more? Around the maiden's neck
+      My arms I flung with yearning;
+    Upon her lips I gave and took
+      A thousand kisses burning:
+    Again and yet again I cried,
+      With whispered vows and sighing,
+    This, this alone, sure, sure it was
+      For which my heart was dying!
+
+    "Who is the man that does not know
+      The sweets that followed after?
+    My former pains, my sobs and woe,
+      Were changed for love and laughter:
+    The joys of Paradise were ours
+      In overflowing measure;
+    We tasted every shape of bliss
+      And every form of pleasure."
+
+The next piece which I shall quote differs in some important respects
+from the general style adopted by the Goliardi in their love-poetry.
+It is written in rhyming or leonine hexameters, and is remarkable for
+its quaint play on names, conceived and executed in a truly medieval
+taste.
+
+
+
+
+FLOS FLORAE.
+
+No. 30.
+
+
+    Take thou this rose, O Rose! the loves in the rose repose:
+    I with love of the rose am caught at the winter's close:
+    Take thou this flower, my flower, and cherish it in thy bower:
+    Thou in thy beauty's power shalt lovelier blow each hour:
+    Gaze at the rose, and smile, my rose, in mine eyes the while:
+    To thee the roses belong, thy voice is the nightingale's song:
+    Give thou the rose a kiss, it blushes like thy mouth's bliss:
+    Flowers in a picture seem not flowers, but flowers in a dream:
+    Who paints the rose's bloom, paints not the rose's perfume.
+
+In complete contrast to this conceited and euphuistic style of
+composition stands a slight snatch of rustic melody, consisting of
+little but reiteration and refrain.
+
+
+
+
+A BIRD'S SONG OF LOVE.
+
+No. 31.
+
+
+    Come to me, come, O come!
+    Let me not die, but come!
+                Hyria hysria nazaza
+                    Trillirivos.
+
+    Fair is thy face, O fair!
+    Fair thine eyes, O how fair!
+                Hyria hysria nazaza
+                    Trillirivos.
+
+    Fair is thy flowing hair!
+    O fair, O fair, how fair!
+                Hyria hysria nazaza
+                    Trillirivos.
+
+    Redder than rose art thou,
+    Whiter than lily thou!
+                Hyria hysria nazaza
+                    Trillirivos.
+
+    Fairer than all, I vow,
+    Ever my pride art thou!
+                Hyria hysria nazaza
+                    Trillirivos.
+
+The following displays an almost classical intensity of voluptuous
+passion, and belongs in all probability to a period later than the
+_Carmina Burana_. I have ventured, in translating it, to borrow the
+structure of a song which occurs in Fletcher's _Rollo_ (act v. scene
+2), the first stanza of which is also found in Shakespeare's _Measure
+for Measure_ (act iv. scene 1), and to insert one or two phrases from
+Fletcher's version. Whether the composer of that song had ever met
+with the Latin lyric to Lydia can scarcely form the subject of
+critical conjecture. Yet there is a faint evanescent resemblance
+between the two poems.
+
+
+
+
+TO LYDIA.
+
+No. 32.
+
+
+    Lydia bright, thou girl more white
+      Than the milk of morning new,
+    Or young lilies in the light!
+      Matched with thy rose-whiteness, hue
+    Of red rose or white rose pales,
+    And the polished ivory fails,
+                      Ivory fails.
+
+    Spread, O spread, my girl, thy hair,
+      Amber-hued and heavenly bright,
+    As fine gold or golden air!
+      Show, O show thy throat so white,
+    Throat and neck that marble fine
+    Over thy white breasts incline,
+                      Breasts incline.
+
+    Lift, O lift thine eyes that are
+      Underneath those eyelids dark,
+    Lustrous as the evening star
+      'Neath the dark heaven's purple arc!
+    Bare, O bare thy cheeks of rose,
+    Dyed with Tyrian red that glows,
+                      Red that glows.
+
+    Give, O give those lips of love
+      That the coral boughs eclipse;
+    Give sweet kisses, dove by dove,
+      Soft descending on my lips.
+    See my soul how forth she flies!
+    'Neath each kiss my pierced heart dies,
+                      Pierced heart dies.
+
+    Wherefore dost thou draw my life,
+      Drain my heart's blood with thy kiss?
+    Scarce can I endure the strife
+      Of this ecstasy of bliss!
+    Set, O set my poor heart free,
+    Bound in icy chains by thee,
+                      Chains by thee.
+
+    Hide, O hide those hills of snow,
+      Twinned upon thy breast that rise,
+    Where the virgin fountains flow
+      With fresh milk of Paradise!
+    Thy bare bosom breathes of myrrh,
+    From thy whole self pleasures stir,
+                      Pleasures stir.
+
+    Hide, O hide those paps that tire
+      Sense and spirit with excess
+    Of snow-whiteness and desire
+      Of thy breast's deliciousness!
+    See'st thou, cruel, how I swoon?
+    Leav'st thou me half lost so soon?
+                      Lost so soon?
+
+In rendering this lyric to Lydia, I have restored the fifth stanza,
+only one line of which,
+
+    "Quid mihi sugis vivum sanguinem,"
+
+remains in the original. This I did because it seemed necessary to
+effect the transition from the stanzas beginning _Pande, puella,
+pande_, to those beginning _Conde papillas, conde_.
+
+Among these more direct outpourings of personal passion, place may be
+found for a delicate little _Poem of Privacy_, which forms part of the
+_Carmina Burana_. Unfortunately, the text of this slight piece is very
+defective in the MS., and has had to be conjecturally restored in
+several places.
+
+
+
+
+A POEM OF PRIVACY.
+
+No. 33.
+
+
+    When a young man, passion-laden,
+    In a chamber meets a maiden,
+      Then felicitous communion,
+    By love's strain between the twain,
+      Grows from forth their union;
+    For the game, it hath no name,
+    Of lips, arms, and hidden charms.
+
+Nor can I here forbear from inserting another _Poem of Privacy_,
+bolder in its openness of speech, more glowing in its warmth of
+colouring. If excuse should be pleaded or the translation and
+reproduction of this distinctly Pagan ditty, it must be found in the
+singularity of its motive, which is as unmedieval as could be desired
+by the bitterest detractor of medieval sentiment. We seem, while
+reading it, to have before our eyes the Venetian picture of a Venus,
+while the almost prosaic particularity of description illustrates what
+I have said above about the detailed realism of the Goliardic style.
+
+
+
+
+FLORA.
+
+No. 34.
+
+
+    Rudely blows the winter blast,
+    Withered leaves are falling fast,
+    Cold hath hushed the birds at last.
+      While the heavens were warm and glowing,
+        Nature's offspring loved in May;
+      But man's heart no debt is owing
+        To such change of month or day
+        As the dumb brute-beasts obey.
+    Oh, the joys of this possessing!
+    How unspeakable the blessing
+        That my Flora yields to-day!
+
+    Labour long I did not rue,
+    Ere I won my wages due,
+    And the prize I played for drew.
+      Flora with her brows of laughter,
+        Gazing on me, breathing bliss,
+      Draws my yearning spirit after,
+        Sucks my soul forth in a kiss:
+        Where's the pastime matched with this?
+    Oh, the joys of this possessing!
+    How unspeakable the blessing
+        Of my Flora's loveliness!
+
+    Truly mine is no harsh doom,
+    While in this secluded room
+    Venus lights for me the gloom!
+      Flora faultless as a blossom
+        Bares her smooth limbs for mine eyes;
+      Softly shines her virgin bosom,
+        And the breasts that gently rise
+        Like the hills of Paradise.
+    Oh, the joys of this possessing!
+    How unspeakable the blessing
+        When my Flora is the prize!
+
+    From her tender breasts decline,
+    In a gradual curving line,
+    Flanks like swansdown white and fine.
+      On her skin the touch discerneth
+        Naught of rough; 'tis soft as snow:
+      'Neath the waist her belly turneth
+        Unto fulness, where below
+        In Love's garden lilies blow.
+    Oh, the joys of this possessing!
+    How unspeakable the blessing!
+        Sweetest sweets from Flora flow!
+
+    Ah! should Jove but find my fair,
+    He would fall in love, I swear,
+    And to his old tricks repair:
+      In a cloud of gold descending
+        As on Danae's brazen tower,
+      Or the sturdy bull's back bending,
+        Or would veil his godhood's power
+        In a swan's form for one hour.
+    Oh, the joys of this possessing!
+    How unspeakable the blessing!
+        How divine my Flora's flower!
+
+A third "poem of privacy" may be employed to temper this too fervid
+mood. I conceive it to be meant for the monologue of a lover in the
+presence of his sweetheart, and to express the varying lights and
+shades of his emotion.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOVER'S MONOLOGUE.
+
+No. 35.
+
+
+    Love rules everything that is:
+    Love doth change hearts in a kiss:
+    Love seeks devious ways of bliss:
+        Love than honey sweeter,
+        Love than gall more bitter.
+    Blind Love hath no modesties.
+      Love is lukewarm, fiery, cold;
+      Love is timid, overbold;
+      Loyal, treacherous, manifold.
+
+    Present time is fit for play:
+    Let Love find his mate to-day:
+    Hark, the birds, how sweet their lay!
+        Love rules young men wholly;
+        Love lures maidens solely.
+    Woe to old folk! sad are they.
+      Sweetest woman ever seen,
+      Fairest, dearest, is my queen;
+      And alas! my chiefest teen.
+
+    Let an old man, chill and drear,
+    Never come thy bosom near;
+    Oft he sleeps with sorry cheer,
+        Too cold to delight thee:
+        Naught could less invite thee.
+    Youth with youth must mate, my dear.
+      Blest the union I desire;
+      Naught I know and naught require,
+      Better than to be thy squire.
+
+    Love flies all the world around:
+    Love in wanton wiles is wound:
+    Therefore youth and maid are bound
+        In Love's fetters duly.
+        She is joyless truly
+    Who no lover yet hath found!
+      All the night in grief and smart
+      She must languish, wear her heart;
+      Bitter is that woman's part.
+
+    Love is simple, Love is sly;
+    Love is pale, of ruddy dye:
+    Love is all things, low and high:
+        Love is serviceable,
+        Constant and unstable:
+    Love obeys Art's empery.
+      In this closed room Love takes flight,
+      In the silence of the night,
+      Love made captive, conquered quite.
+
+The next is singularly, quaintly musical in the original, but for
+various reasons I have not been able to adhere exactly to its form. I
+imagine that it is the work of the same poet who composed the longer
+piece which I shall give immediately after. Both are addressed to
+Caecilia; I have used the name Phyllis in my version.
+
+
+
+
+THE INVITATION TO LOVE.
+
+No. 36.
+
+
+    List, my girl, with words I woo;
+    Lay not wanton hands on you:
+    Sit before you, in your face
+    Gazing, ah! and seeking grace:
+    Fix mine eyes, nor let them rove
+    From the mark where shafts of love
+              Their flight wing.
+    Try, my girl, O try what bliss
+    Young men render when they kiss!
+    Youth is alway sturdy, straight;
+    Old age totters in its gait.
+    These delights of love we bring
+    Have the suppleness of spring,
+    Softness, sweetness, wantoning;
+    Clasp, my Phyllis, in their ring
+    Sweeter sweets than poets sing,
+              Anything and everything!
+
+    After daytime's heat from heaven
+    Dews on thirsty fields are given;
+    After verdant leaf and stem
+    Shoots the white flower's diadem;
+    After the white flower's bloom
+    To the night their faint perfume
+              Lilies fling.
+    Try, my girl, etc., _da capo_.
+
+The poem, _Ludo cum Caecilia_, which comes next in order, is one of
+the most perfect specimens of Goliardic writing. To render its fluent,
+languid, and yet airy grace, in any language but the Latin, is, I
+think, impossible. Who could have imagined that the subtlety, the
+refinement, almost the perversity of feeling expressed in it, should
+have been proper to a student of the twelfth century? The poem is
+spoiled toward its close by astrological and grammatical conceits; and
+the text is corrupt. That part I have omitted, together with some
+stanzas which offend a modern taste.
+
+
+
+
+PHYLLIS.
+
+No. 37.
+
+
+    Think no evil, have no fear,
+      If I play with Phyllis;
+    I am but the guardian dear
+      Of her girlhood's lilies,
+    Lest too soon her bloom should swoon
+      Like spring's daffodillies.
+
+    All I care for is to play,
+      Gaze upon my treasure,
+    Now and then to touch her hand,
+      Kiss in modest measure;
+    But the fifth act of love's game,
+      Dream not of that pleasure!
+
+    For to touch the bloom of youth
+      Spoils its frail complexion;
+    Let the young grape gently grow
+      Till it reach perfection;
+    Hope within my heart doth glow
+      Of the girl's affection.
+
+    Sweet above all sweets that are
+      'Tis to play with Phyllis;
+    For her thoughts are white as snow,
+      In her heart no ill is;
+    And the kisses that she gives
+      Sweeter are than lilies.
+
+    Love leads after him the gods
+      Bound in pliant traces;
+    Harsh and stubborn hearts he bends,
+      Breaks with blows of maces;
+    Nay, the unicorn is tamed
+      By a girl's embraces.
+
+    Love leads after him the gods,
+      Jupiter with Juno;
+    To his waxen measure treads
+      Masterful Neptune O!
+    Pluto stern to souls below
+      Melts to this one tune O!
+
+    Whatsoe'er the rest may do,
+      Let us then be playing:
+    Take the pastime that is due
+      While we're yet a-Maying;
+    I am young and young are you;
+      'Tis the time for playing.
+
+Up to this time, the happiness of love returned and satisfied has been
+portrayed. The following lyric exhibits a lover pining at a distance,
+soothing his soul with song, and indulging in visions of happiness
+beyond his grasp--[Greek: eidôlois kalleus kôpha chliainomenos], as
+Meleager phrased it on a similar occasion.
+
+
+
+
+LOVE LONGINGS.
+
+No. 38.
+
+
+    With song I seek my fate to cheer,
+    As doth the swan when death draws near;
+    Youth's roses from my cheeks retire,
+    My heart is worn with fond desire.
+      Since care and woe increase and grow, while
+          light burns low,
+              Poor wretch I die!
+      Heigho! I die, poor wretch I die!
+    Constrained to love, unloved; such luck have I!
+
+    If she could love me whom I love,
+    I would not then exchange with Jove:
+    Ah! might I clasp her once, and drain
+    Her lips as thirsty flowers drink rain!
+      With death to meet, his welcome greet, from
+          life retreat,
+              I were full fain!
+      Heigho! full fain, I were full fain,
+    Could I such joy, such wealth of pleasure gain!
+
+    When I bethought me of her breast,
+    Those hills of snow my fancy pressed;
+    Longing to touch them with my hand,
+    Love's laws I then did understand.
+      Rose of the south, blooms on her mouth; I felt
+          love's drouth
+              That mouth to kiss!
+      Heigho! to kiss, that mouth to kiss!
+    Lost in day-dreams and vain desires of bliss.
+
+The next is the indignant repudiation by a lover of the calumny that
+he has proved unfaithful to his mistress. The strongly marked double
+rhymes of the original add peculiar vehemence to his protestations;
+while the abundance of cheap mythological allusions is emphatically
+Goliardic.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOVER'S VOW.
+
+No. 39.
+
+
+    False the tongue and foul with slander,
+    Poisonous treacherous tongue of pander,
+    Tongue the hangman's knife should sever,
+    Tongue in flames to burn for ever;
+
+    Which hath called me a deceiver,
+    Faithless lover, quick to leave her,
+    Whom I love, and leave her slighted,
+    For another, unrequited!
+
+    Hear, ye Muses nine! nay, rather,
+    Jove, of gods and men the father!
+    Who for Danae and Europa
+    Changed thy shape, thou bold eloper!
+
+    Hear me, god! ye gods all, hear me!
+    Such a sin came never near me.
+    Hear, thou god! and gods all, hear ye!
+    Thus I sinned not, as I fear ye.
+
+    I by Mars vow, by Apollo,
+    Both of whom Love's learning follow;
+    Yea, by Cupid too, the terror
+    Of whose bow forbids all error!
+
+    By thy bow I vow and quiver,
+    By the shafts thou dost deliver,
+    Without fraud, in honour duly
+    To observe my troth-plight truly.
+
+    I will keep the troth I plighted,
+    And the reason shall be cited:
+    'Tis that 'mid the girls no maiden
+    Ever met I more love-laden.
+
+    'Mid the girls thou art beholden
+    Like a pearl in setting golden;
+    Yea, thy shoulder, neck, and bosom
+    Bear of beauty's self the blossom.
+
+    Oh, her throat, lips, forehead, nourish
+    Love, with food that makes him flourish!
+    And her curls, I did adore them--
+    They were blonde with heaven's light o'er them.
+
+    Therefore, till, for Nature's scorning,
+    Toil is rest and midnight morning,
+    Till no trees in woods are growing,
+    Till fire turns to water flowing;
+
+    Till seas have no ships to sail them,
+    Till the Parthians' arrows fail them,
+    I, my girl, will love thee ever,
+    Unbetrayed, betray thee never!
+
+In the following poem a lover bids adieu for ever to an unworthy
+woman, who has betrayed him. This is a remarkable specimen of the
+songs written for a complicated melody. The first eight lines seem set
+to one tune; in the next four that tune is slightly accelerated, and a
+double rhyme is substituted for a single one in the tenth and twelfth
+verses. The five concluding lines go to a different kind of melody,
+and express in each stanza a changed mood of feeling.
+
+I have tried in this instance to adopt the plaster-cast method of
+translation, as described above,[32] and have even endeavoured to
+obtain the dragging effect of the first eight lines of each strophe,
+which are composed neither of exact accentual dactyls nor yet of exact
+accentual anapaests, but offer a good example of that laxity of rhythm
+permitted in this prosody for music.
+
+Comparison with the original will show that I was not copying Byron's
+_When we Two Parted_; yet the resemblance between that song and the
+tone which my translation has naturally assumed from the Latin, is
+certainly noticeable. That Byron could have seen the piece before he
+wrote his own lines in question is almost impossible, for this portion
+of the _Carmina Burana_ had not, so far as I am aware, been edited
+before the year 1847. The coincidence of metrical form, so far as it
+extends, only establishes the spontaneity of emotion which, in the
+case of the medieval and the modern poet, found a similar rhythm for
+the utterance of similar feeling.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 32: Page 38.]
+
+
+
+
+FAREWELL TO THE FAITHLESS.
+
+No. 40.
+
+
+    A mortal anguish
+      How often woundeth me;
+    Grieving I languish,
+      Weighed down with misery;
+
+    Hearing the mournful
+      Tale of thy fault and fall
+    Blown by Fame's scornful
+      Trump to the ears of all!
+
+    Envious rumour
+      Late or soon will slay thee:
+    Love with less humour,
+      Lest thy love betray thee.
+
+    Whate'er thou dost, do secretly,
+    Far from Fame's curiosity;
+    Love in the dark delights to be,
+    His sports are wiles and witchery,
+      With laugh of lovers greeting.
+
+    Thou wert not slighted,
+      Stained in thine honour, when
+    We were united,
+      Lovers unknown to men;
+    But when thy passion
+      Grew like thy bosom cold,
+    None had compassion,
+      Then was thy story told.
+
+    Fame, who rejoiceth
+      New amours to utter,
+    Now thy shame voiceth,
+      Wide her pinions flutter.
+
+    The palace home of modesty
+    Is made a haunt for harlotry;
+    The virgin lily you may see
+    Defiled by fingers lewd and free,
+      With vile embraces meeting.
+
+    I mourn the tender
+      Flower of the youth of thee,
+    Brighter in splendour
+      Than evening's star can be.
+    Pure were thy kisses,
+      Dove-like thy smile;
+    As the snake hisses
+      Now is thy guile.
+
+    Lovers who pray thee
+      From thy door are scattered;
+    Lovers who pay thee
+      In thy bed are flattered.
+
+    Thou bidst them from thy presence flee
+    From whom thou canst not take thy fee;
+    Blind, halt, and lame thy suitors be;
+    Illustrious men with subtlety
+      And poisonous honey cheating.
+
+I may add that a long soliloquy printed in _Carmina Burana_, pp.
+119-121, should be compared with the foregoing lyric. It has a similar
+motive, though the lover in this case expresses his willingness for
+reconciliation. One part of its expostulation with the faithless
+woman is beautiful in its simplicity:--
+
+    "Amaveram prae caeteris
+    Te, sed amici veteris
+    Es jam oblita! Superis
+    Vel inferis
+    Ream te criminamur."
+
+I will close this section with the lament written for a medieval
+Gretchen whose fault has been discovered, and whose lover has been
+forced to leave the country. Its bare realism contrasts with the
+lyrical exuberance of the preceding specimens.
+
+
+
+
+GRETCHEN.
+
+No. 41.
+
+
+    Up to this time, well-away!
+    I concealed the truth from day,
+      Went on loving skilfully.
+    Now my fault at length is clear:
+    That the hour of need is near,
+      From my shape all eyes can see.
+    So my mother gives me blows,
+    So my father curses throws;
+      They both treat me savagely.
+    In the house alone I sit,
+    Dare not walk about the street,
+      Nor at play in public be.
+
+    If I walk about the street,
+    Every one I chance to meet
+      Scans me like a prodigy:
+    When they see the load I bear,
+    All the neighbours nudge and stare,
+      Gaping while I hasten by;
+    With their elbows nudge, and so
+    With their finger point, as though
+      I were some monstrosity;
+    Me with nods and winks they spurn,
+    Judge me fit in flames to burn
+      For one lapse from honesty.
+
+    Why this tedious tale prolong?
+    Short, I am become a song,
+      In all mouths a mockery.
+    By this am I done to death,
+    Sorrow kills me, chokes my breath,
+      Ever weep I bitterly.
+    One thing makes me still more grieve,
+    That my friend his home must leave
+      For the same cause instantly;
+    Therefore is my sadness so
+    Multiplied, weighed down with woe,
+      For he too will part from me.
+
+
+
+
+XVIII.
+
+
+A separate section should be assigned to poems of exile. They are not
+very numerous, but are interesting in connection with the wandering
+life of their vagrant authors. The first has all the dreamy pathos
+felt by a young German leaving his beloved home in some valley of the
+Suabian or Thuringian hills.
+
+
+
+
+ADIEU TO THE VALLEY.
+
+No. 42.
+
+
+    Oh, of love twin-brother anguish!
+    In thy pangs I faint and languish,
+      Cannot find relief from thee!
+    Nay, no marvel! I must grieve her,
+    Wander forth in exile, leave her,
+      Who hath gained the heart of me;
+    Who of loveliness so rare is
+    That for her sake Trojan Paris
+      Would have left his Helenë.
+
+    Smile, thou valley, sweetest, fairest,
+    Wreathed with roses of the rarest,
+      Flower of all the vales that be!
+    Vale of vales, all vales excelling,
+    Sun and moon thy praise are telling,
+      With the song-birds' melody;
+    Nightingales thy praise are singing,
+    O thou soothing solace-bringing
+      To the soul's despondency!
+
+The second was probably intended to be sung at a drinking-party by a
+student taking leave of his companions. It is love that forces him to
+quit their society and to break with his studies. The long rhyming
+lines, followed by a sharp drop at the close of each stanza upon a
+short disjointed phrase, seem to indicate discouragement and
+melancholy.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOVER'S PARTING.
+
+No. 43.
+
+
+    Sweet native soil, farewell! dear country of my birth!
+    Fair chamber of the loves! glad home of joy and mirth!
+    To-morrow or to-day I leave you, o'er the earth
+    To wander struck with love, to pine with rage and dearth
+                                    In exile!
+
+    Farewell, sweet land, and ye, my comrades dear, adieu!
+    To whom with kindly heart I have been ever true;
+    The studies that we loved I may no more pursue;
+    Weep then for me, who part as though I died to you,
+                                    Love-laden!
+
+    As many as the flowers that Hybla's valley cover,
+    As many as the leaves that on Dodona hover,
+    As many as the fish that sail the wide seas over,
+    So many are the pangs that pain a faithful lover,
+                                    For ever!
+
+    With the new fire of love my wounded bosom burns;
+    Love knows not any ruth, all tender pity spurns;
+    How true the proverb speaks that saith to him that yearns,
+    "Where love is there is pain; thy pleasure love returns
+                                    With anguish!"
+
+    Ah, sorrow! ah, how sad the wages of our bliss!
+    In lovers' hearts the flame's too hot for happiness;
+    For Venus still doth send new sighs and new distress
+    When once the enamoured soul is taken with excess
+                                    Of sweetness!
+
+The third introduces us to a little episode of medieval private life
+which must have been frequent enough. It consists of a debate between
+a father and his son upon the question whether the young man should
+enter into a monastic brotherhood. The youth is lying on a sickbed,
+and thinks that he is already at the point of death. It will be
+noticed that he is only diverted from his project by the mention of a
+student friend (indicated, as usual, by an N), whom he would never be
+able to see again if he assumed the cowl. I suspect, however, that the
+poem has not been transmitted to us entire.
+
+
+
+
+IN ARTICULO MORTIS.
+
+No. 44.
+
+
+_Son_.
+    Oh, my father! help, I pray!
+    Death is near my soul to-day;
+    With your blessing let me be
+    Made a monk right speedily!
+
+    See the foe my life invade!
+    Haste, oh haste, to give me aid!
+    Bring me comfort and heart's ease,
+    Strengthen me in this disease!
+
+_Father_.
+    Oh, my best-belovèd son,
+    What is this thou wouldst have done?
+    Weigh it well in heart and brain:
+    Do not leave me here in pain.
+
+_Son_.
+    Father, this thy loving care
+    Makes me weep full sore, I swear;
+    For you will be childless when
+    I have joined those holy men.
+
+_Father_.
+    Therefore make a little stay,
+    Put it off till the third day;
+    It may be your danger is
+    Not unto the death, I wis.
+
+_Son_.
+    Such the anguish that I feel
+    Through my inmost entrails steal,
+    That I bide in doubt lest death
+    Ere to-morrow end my breath.
+
+_Father_.
+    Those strict rules that monks observe,
+    Well I know them! They must serve
+    Heaven by fasting every day,
+    And by keeping watch alway.
+
+_Son_.
+    Who for God watch through the night
+    Shall receive a crown of light;
+    Who for heaven's sake hungers, he
+    Shall be fed abundantly.
+
+_Father_.
+    Hard and coarse the food they eat,
+    Beans and pottage-herbs their meat;
+    After such a banquet, think,
+    Water is their only drink!
+
+_Son_.
+    What's the good of feasts, or bright
+    Cups of Bacchus, when, in spite
+    Of all comforts, at the last
+    This poor flesh to worms is cast?
+
+_Father_.
+    Well, then, let thy parent's moan
+    Move thee in thy soul, my son!
+    Mourning for thee made a monk,
+    Dead-alive in darkness sunk.
+
+_Son_.
+    They who father, mother love,
+    And their God neglect, will prove
+    That they are in error found
+    When the judgment trump shall sound.
+
+_Father_.
+    Logic! would thou ne'er hadst been
+    Known on earth for mortal teen!
+    Many a clerk thou mak'st to roam
+    Wretched, exiled from his home.--
+
+    Never more thine eyes, my son,
+    Shall behold thy darling one,
+    Him, that little clerk so fair,
+    N., thy friend beyond compare!
+
+_Son_.
+    Oh, alas! unhappy me!
+    What to do I cannot see;
+    Wandering lost in exile so,
+    Without guide or light I go!--
+
+    Dry your tears, my father dear,
+    Haply there is better cheer;
+    Now my mind on change is set,
+    I'll not be a monk, not yet.
+
+
+
+
+XIX.
+
+
+The order adopted in this essay brings us now to drinking-songs. Next
+to spring and love, our students set their affections principally on
+the tavern and the winebowl. In the poems on the Order we have seen
+how large a space in their vagrant lives was occupied by the tavern
+and its jovial company of topers and gamesters. It was there that--
+
+    "Some are gaming, some are drinking,
+    Some are living without thinking;
+    And of those who make the racket,
+    Some are stripped of coat and jacket;
+    Some get clothes of finer feather,
+    Some are cleaned out altogether;
+    No one there dreads death's invasion,
+    But all drink in emulation."
+
+The song from which I have extracted this stanza contains a parody of
+S. Thomas Aquinas' hymn on the Eucharist.[33] To translate it seemed
+to me impossible; but I will cite the following stanza, which may be
+compared with stanzas ix. and x. of _Lauda Sion_:--
+
+    "Bibit hera, bibit herus,
+    Bibit miles, bibit clerus,
+    Bibit ille, bibit illa,
+    Bibit servus cum ancilla,
+    Bibit velox, bibit piger,
+    Bibit albus, bibit niger,
+    Bibit constans, bibit vagus,
+    Bibit rudis, bibit magus."
+
+Several of the best anacreontics of the period are even more
+distinctly parodies. The following panegyric of wine, for example, is
+modelled upon a hymn to the Virgin:--
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 33: _In Taberna, Carm. Bur_., p. 235.]
+
+
+
+
+A SEQUENCE IN PRAISE OF WINE.
+
+No. 45.
+
+
+    Wine the good and bland, thou blessing
+    Of the good, the bad's distressing,
+    Sweet of taste by all confessing,
+      Hail, thou world's felicity!
+    Hail thy hue, life's gloom dispelling;
+    Hail thy taste, all tastes excelling;
+    By thy power, in this thy dwelling
+      Deign to make us drunk with thee!
+
+    Oh, how blest for bounteous uses
+    Is the birth of pure vine-juices!
+    Safe's the table which produces
+      Wine in goodly quality.
+    Oh, in colour how auspicious!
+    Oh, in odour how delicious!
+    In the mouth how sweet, propitious
+      To the tongue enthralled by thee!
+
+    Blest the man who first thee planted,
+    Called thee by thy name enchanted!
+    He whose cups have ne'er been scanted
+      Dreads no danger that may be.
+    Blest the belly where thou bidest!
+    Blest the tongue where thou residest!
+    Blest the mouth through which thou glidest,
+      And the lips thrice blest by thee!
+
+    Therefore let wine's praise be sounded,
+    Healths to topers all propounded;
+    We shall never be confounded,
+      Toping for eternity!
+    Pray we: here be thou still flowing,
+    Plenty on our board bestowing,
+    While with jocund voice we're showing
+      How we serve thee--Jubilee!
+
+Another, regarding the date of which I have no information, is an
+imitation of a well-known _Christmas Carol_.
+
+
+
+
+A CAROL OF WINE.
+
+No. 46.
+
+
+    In dulci jubilo
+    Sing we, make merry so!
+      Since our heart's pleasure
+    Latet in poculo,
+      Drawn from the cask, good measure.
+    Pro hoc convivio,
+      Nunc, nunc bibito!
+
+    O crater parvule!
+    How my soul yearns for thee!
+      Make me now merry,
+    O potus optime,
+      Claret or hock or sherry!
+    Et vos concinite:
+      Vivant socii!
+
+    O vini caritas!
+    O Bacchi lenitas!
+      We've drained our purses
+    Per multa pocula:
+      Yet hope we for new mercies,
+    Nummoram gaudia:
+      Would that we had them, ah!
+
+    Ubi sunt gaudia? where,
+    If that they be not there?
+      There the lads are singing
+    Selecta cantica:
+      There are glasses ringing
+    In villae curia;
+      Oh, would that we were there!
+
+_In Dulci Jubilo_ yields an example of mixed Latin and German. This is
+the case too with a comparatively ancient drinking-song quoted by
+Geiger in his _Renaissance und Humanismus_, p. 414. It may be
+mentioned that the word _Bursae_, for _Burschen_, occurs in stanza v.
+This word, to indicate a student, can also be found in _Carm. Bur._,
+p. 236, where we are introduced to scholars drinking yellow Rhine wine
+out of glasses of a pale pink colour--already in the twelfth century!
+
+
+
+
+THE STUDENTS' WINE-BOUT.
+
+No. 47.
+
+
+    Ho, all ye jovial brotherhood,
+      Quos sitis vexat plurima,
+    I know a host whose wits are good,
+      Quod vina spectat optima.
+
+    His wine he blends not with the juice
+      E puteo qui sumitur;
+    Each kind its virtue doth produce
+      E botris ut exprimitur.
+
+    Host, bring us forth good wine and strong,
+      In cella quod est optimum!
+    We brethren will our sport prolong
+      Ad noctis usque terminum.
+
+    Whoso to snarl or bite is fain,
+      Ut canes decet rabidos,
+    Outside our circle may remain,
+      Ad porcos eat sordidos,
+
+    Hurrah! my lads, we'll merry make!
+      Levate sursum pocula!
+    God's blessing on all wine we take,
+      In sempiterna saecula!
+
+Two lyrics of distinguished excellence, which still hold their place
+in the _Commersbuch_, cannot claim certain antiquity in their present
+form. They are not included in the _Carmina Burana_; yet their style
+is so characteristic of the Archipoeta, that I believe we may credit
+him with at least a share in their composition. The first starts with
+an allusion to the Horatian _tempus edax rerum_.
+
+
+
+
+TIME'S A-FLYING.
+
+No. 48.
+
+
+    Laurel-crowned Horatius,
+      True, how true thy saying!
+    Swift as wind flies over us
+      Time, devouring, slaying.
+    Where are, oh! those goblets full
+      Of wine honey-laden,
+    Strifes and loves and bountiful
+      Lips of ruddy maiden?
+
+    Grows the young grape tenderly,
+      And the maid is growing;
+    But the thirsty poet, see,
+      Years on him are snowing!
+    What's the use on hoary curls
+      Of the bays undying.
+    If we may not kiss the girls,
+      Drink while time's a-flying?
+
+The second consists of a truly brilliant development of the theme
+which our Herrick condensed into one splendid phrase--"There's no lust
+like to poetry!"
+
+
+
+
+THERE'S NO LUST LIKE TO POETRY.
+
+No. 49.
+
+
+    Sweet in goodly fellowship
+      Tastes red wine and rare O!
+    But to kiss a girl's ripe lip
+      Is a gift more fair O!
+    Yet a gift more sweet, more fine,
+      Is the lyre of Maro!
+    While these three good gifts were mine,
+      I'd not change with Pharaoh.
+
+    Bacchus wakes within my breast
+      Love and love's desire,
+    Venus comes and stirs the blessed
+      Rage of Phoebus' fire;
+    Deathless honour is our due
+      From the laurelled sire:
+    Woe should I turn traitor to
+      Wine and love and lyre!
+
+    Should a tyrant rise and say,
+      "Give up wine!" I'd do it;
+    "Love no girls!" I would obey,
+      Though my heart should rue it.
+    "Dash thy lyre!" suppose he saith,
+      Naught should bring me to it;
+    "Yield thy lyre or die!" my breath,
+      Dying, should thrill through it!
+
+A lyric of the elder period in praise of wine and love, which forcibly
+illustrates the contempt felt by the student class for the unlettered
+laity and boors, shall be inserted here. It seems to demand a tune.
+
+
+
+
+WINE AND VENUS.
+
+No. 50.
+
+
+          Ho, comrades mine!
+            What is your pleasure?
+          What business fine
+            Or mirthful measure?
+    Lo, Venus toward our crew advancing,
+    A choir of Dryads round her dancing!
+
+          Good fellows you!
+            The time is jolly!
+          Earth springs anew,
+            Bans melancholy;
+    Bid long farewell to winter weather!
+    Let lads and maids be blithe together.
+
+          Dame Venus spurns
+            Her brother Ocean;
+          To Bacchus turns;
+            No colder potion
+    Deserves her godhead's approbation;
+    On sober souls she pours damnation.
+
+          Let then this band,
+            Imbued with learning,
+          By Venus stand,
+            Her wages earning!
+    Laymen we spurn from our alliance,
+    Like brutes to art deaf, dumb to science.
+
+          Two gods alone
+            We serve and mate with;
+          One law we own,
+            Nor hold debate with:
+    Who lives the goodly student fashion
+    Must love and win love back with passion!
+
+Among drinking-songs of the best period in this literature may be
+reckoned two disputations between water and wine. In the one, Thetis
+defends herself against Lyaeus, and the poet assists in vision at
+their contest. The scene is appropriately laid in the third sphere,
+the pleasant heaven of Venus. The other, which on the whole appears to
+me preferable, and which I have therefore chosen for translation,
+begins and ends with the sound axiom that water and wine ought never
+to be mixed. It is manifest that the poet reserves the honour of the
+day for wine, though his arguments are fair to both sides. The final
+point, which breaks the case of water down and determines her utter
+confusion, is curious, since it shows that people in the Middle Ages
+were fully alive to the perils of sewage-contaminated wells.
+
+
+
+
+THE CONTEST OF WINE AND WATER.
+
+No. 51.
+
+
+    Laying truth bare, stripped of fable,
+    Briefly as I may be able,
+      With good reasons manifold,
+    I will tell why man should never
+    Copulate, but rather sever,
+      Things that strife and hatred hold.
+
+    When one cup in fell confusion
+    Wine with water blends, the fusion,
+      Call it by what name you will,
+    Is no blessing, nor deserveth
+    Any praise, but rather serveth
+      For the emblem of all ill.
+
+    Wine perceives the water present,
+    And with pain exclaims, "What peasant
+      Dared to mingle thee with me?
+    Rise, go forth, get out, and leave me!
+    In the same place, here to grieve me,
+      Thou hast no just claim to be.
+
+    "Vile and shameless in thy going,
+    Into cracks thou still art flowing,
+      That in foul holes thou mayst lie;
+    O'er the earth thou ought'st to wander,
+    On the earth thy liquor squander,
+      And at length in anguish die.
+
+    "How canst thou adorn a table?
+    No one sings or tells a fable
+      In thy presence dull and drear;
+    But the guest who erst was jolly,
+    Laughing, joking, bent on folly,
+      Silent sits when thou art near.
+
+    "Should one drink of thee to fulness,
+    Sound before, he takes an illness;
+      All his bowels thou dost stir;
+    Booms the belly, wind ariseth,
+    Which, enclosed and pent, surpriseth
+      With a thousand sighs the ear.
+
+    "When the stomach's so inflated,
+    Blasts are then ejaculated
+      From both draughts with divers sound;
+    And that organ thus affected,
+    All the air is soon infected
+      By the poison breathed around."
+
+    Water thus wine's home-thrust warded:
+    "All thy life is foul and sordid,
+      Sunk in misery, steeped in vice;
+    Those who drink thee lose their morals,
+    Waste their time in sloth and quarrels,
+      Rolling down sin's precipice.
+
+    "Thou dost teach man's tongue to stutter;
+    He goes reeling in the gutter
+      Who hath deigned to kiss thy lips;
+    Hears men speak without discerning,
+    Sees a hundred tapers burning
+      When there are but two poor dips.
+
+    "He who feels for thee soul's hunger
+    Is a murderer or whoremonger,
+      Davus Geta Birria;
+    Such are they whom thou dost nourish;
+    With thy fame and name they flourish
+      In the tavern's disarray.
+
+    "Thou by reason of thy badness
+    Art confined in prison sadness,
+      Cramped and small thy dwellings are:
+    I am great the whole world over,
+    Spread myself abroad and cover
+      Every part of earth afar.
+
+    "Drink I yield to palates burning;
+    They who for soul's health are yearning,
+      Need the aid that I have given;
+    Since all pilgrims, at their praying,
+    Far or near, I am conveying
+      To the palaces of heaven."
+
+    Wine replied: "What thou hast vaunted
+    Proves thee full of fraud; for granted
+      That thou earnest ships o'er sea,
+    Yet thou then dost swell and riot;
+    Till they wreck thou hast no quiet;
+      Thus they are deceived through thee.
+
+    "He whose strength is insufficient
+    Thee to slake with heat efficient,
+      Sunk in mortal peril lies:
+    Trusting thee the poor wretch waneth,
+    And through thee at length attaineth
+      To the joys of Paradise.
+
+    "I'm a god, as that true poet
+    Naso testifies; men owe it
+      Unto me that they are sage;
+    When they do not drink, professors
+    Lose their wits and lack assessors
+      Round about the lecture-stage.
+
+    "'Tis impossible to sever
+    Truth from falsehood if you never
+      Learn to drink my juices neat.
+    Thanks to me, dumb speak, deaf listen,
+    Blind folk see, the senses glisten,
+      And the lame man finds his feet.
+
+    "Eld through me to youth returneth,
+    While thine influence o'erturneth
+      All a young man's lustihead;
+    By my force the world is laden
+    With new births, but boy or maiden
+      Through thy help was never bred."
+
+    Water saith: "A god thou! Just men
+    By thy craft become unjust men,
+      Bad, worse, worst, degenerous!
+    Thanks to thee, their words half uttered
+    Through the drunken lips are stuttered,
+      And thy sage is Didymus.
+
+    "I will speak the truth out wholly:
+    Earth bears fruit by my gift solely,
+      And the meadows bloom in May;
+    When it rains not, herbs and grasses
+    Dry with drought, spring's beauty passes,
+      Flowers and lilies fade away.
+
+    "Lo, thy crooked mother pining,
+    On her boughs the grapes declining,
+      Barren through the dearth of rain;
+    Mark her tendrils lean and sterile
+    O'er the parched earth at their peril
+      Bent in unavailing pain!
+
+    "Famine through all lands prevaileth,
+    Terror-struck the people waileth,
+      When I choose to keep away;
+    Christians kneel to Christ to gain me,
+    Jews and Pagans to obtain me
+      Ceaseless vows and offerings pay."
+
+    Wine saith: "To the deaf thou'rt singing,
+    Those vain self-laudations flinging!
+      Otherwhere thou hast been shown!
+    Patent 'tis to all the races
+    How impure and foul thy place is;
+      We believe what we have known!
+
+    "Thou of things the scum and rotten
+    Sewer, where ordures best forgotten
+      And unmentioned still descend!
+    Filth and garbage, stench and poison.
+    Thou dost bear in fetid foison!
+      Here I stop lest words offend."
+
+    Water rose, the foe invaded,
+    In her own defence upbraided
+      Wine for his invective base:
+    "Now at last we've drawn the curtain!
+    Who, what god thou art is certain
+      From thy oracle's disgrace.
+
+    "This thine impudent oration
+    Hurts not me; 'tis desecration
+      To a god, and fouls his tongue!
+    At the utmost at nine paces
+    Can I suffer filthy places,
+      Fling far from me dirt and dung!"
+
+    Wine saith: "This repudiation
+    Of my well-weighed imputation
+      Doth not clear thyself of crime!
+    Many a man and oft who swallowed
+    Thine infected potion, followed
+      After death in one day's time."
+
+    Hearing this, in stupefaction
+    Water stood; no words, no action,
+      Now restrained her sobs of woe.
+    Wine exclaims, "Why art thou dumb then?
+    Without answer? Is it come then
+      To thy complete overthrow?"
+
+    I who heard the whole contention
+    Now declare my song's intention,
+      And to all the world proclaim:
+    They who mix these things shall ever
+    Henceforth be accursed, and never
+      In Christ's kingdom portion claim.
+
+The same precept, "Keep wine and water apart," is conveyed at the
+close of a lyric distinguished in other respects for the brutal
+passion of its drunken fervour. I have not succeeded in catching the
+rollicking swing of the original verse; and I may observe that the
+last two stanzas seem to form a separate song, although their metre is
+the same as that of the first four.
+
+
+
+
+BACCHIC FRENZY.
+
+No. 52.
+
+
+    Topers in and out of season!
+    'Tis not thirst but better reason
+      Bids you tope on steadily!--
+      Pass the wine-cup, let it be
+      Filled and filled for bout on bout
+                Never sleep!
+      Racy jest and song flash out!
+                Spirits leap!
+
+    Those who cannot drink their rations,
+    Go, begone from these ovations!
+      Here's no place for bashful boys;
+      Like the plague, they spoil our joys.--
+      Bashful eyes bring rustic cheer
+                When we're drunk,
+      And a blush betrays a drear
+                Want of spunk.
+
+    If there's here a fellow lurking
+    Who his proper share is shirking,
+      Let the door to him be shown,
+      From our crew we'll have him thrown;--
+      He's more desolate than death,
+                Mixed with us;
+      Let him go and end his breath!
+                Better thus!
+
+    When your heart is set on drinking,
+    Drink on without stay or thinking,
+      Till you cannot stand up straight,
+      Nor one word articulate!--
+      But herewith I pledge to you
+                This fair health:
+      May the glass no mischief do,
+                Bring you wealth!
+
+    Wed not you the god and goddess,
+    For the god doth scorn the goddess;
+      He whose name is Liber, he
+      Glories in his liberty.
+      All her virtue in the cup
+                Runs to waste,
+      And wine wedded yieldeth up
+                Strength and taste.
+
+    Since she is the queen of ocean,
+    Goddess she may claim devotion;
+      But she is no mate to kiss
+      His superior holiness.
+      Bacchus never deigned to be
+                Watered, he!
+      Liber never bore to be
+                Christened, he!
+
+
+
+
+XX.
+
+
+Closely allied to drinking-songs are some comic ditties which may have
+been sung at wine-parties. Of these I have thought it worth while to
+present a few specimens, though their medieval bluntness of humour
+does not render them particularly entertaining to a modern reader.
+
+The first I have chosen is _The Lament of the Roast Swan_. It must be
+remembered that this bird was esteemed a delicacy in the Middle Ages,
+and also that pepper was highly prized for its rarity. This gives a
+certain point to the allusion in the third stanza.
+
+
+
+
+THE LAMENT OF THE ROAST SWAN.
+
+No. 53.
+
+
+    Time was my wings were my delight,
+    Time was I made a lovely sight;
+    'Twas when I was a swan snow-white.
+            Woe's me! I vow,
+            Black am I now,
+            Burned up, back, beak, and brow!
+
+    The baster turns me on the spit,
+    The fire I've felt the force of it,
+    The carver carves me bit by bit.
+    I'd rather in the water float
+    Under the bare heavens like a boat,
+    Than have this pepper down my throat.
+
+    Whiter I was than wool or snow,
+    Fairer than any bird I know;
+    Now am I blacker than a crow.
+
+    Now in the gravy-dish I lie,
+    I cannot swim, I cannot fly,
+    Nothing but gnashing teeth I spy.
+                  Woe's me! I vow, &c.
+
+The next is _The Last Will of the Dying Ass_. There is not much to be
+said for the wit of this piece.
+
+
+
+
+THE WILL OF THE DYING ASS.
+
+No. 54.
+
+
+    While a boor, as poets tell,
+    Whacked his patient ass too well,
+    On the ground half dead it fell.
+                La sol fa,
+    On the ground half dead it fell,
+            La sol fa mi re ut.
+
+    Then with gesture sad and low,
+    Streaming eyes and words of woe,
+    He at length addressed it so:
+    "Had I known, my gentle ass,
+    Thou from me so soon wouldst pass,
+    I'd have swaddled thee, alas!
+
+    "Made for thee a tunic meet,
+    Shirt and undershirt complete,
+    Breeches, drawers of linen sweet.
+
+    "Rise awhile, for pity's sake,
+    That ere life your limbs forsake
+    You your legacies may make!"
+
+    Soon the ass stood up, and thus,
+    With a weak voice dolorous,
+    His last will proclaimed for us:
+
+    "To the magistrates my head,
+    Eyes to constables," he said,
+    "Ears to judges, when I'm dead;
+
+    "To old men my teeth shall fall,
+    Lips to wanton wooers all,
+    And my tongue to wives that brawl.
+
+    "Let my feet the bailiffs win,
+    Nostrils the tobacco-men,
+    And fat canons take my skin.
+
+    "Voice to singing boys I give,
+    Throat to topers, may they live!
+    **** to students amative.
+
+    "*** on shepherds I bestow,
+    Thistles on divines, and lo!
+    To the law my shade shall go.
+
+    "Elders have my tardy pace,
+    Boys my rude and rustic grace,
+    Monks my simple open face."
+
+    He who saith this testament
+    Will not hold, let him be shent;
+    He's an ass by all consent.
+                La sol fa,
+    He's an ass by all consent,
+            La sol fa mi re ut.
+
+As a third specimen I select a little bit of mixed prose and verse
+from the _Carmina Burana_, which is curious from its allusion to the
+Land of Cockaigne. Goliardic literature, it may be parenthetically
+observed, has some strong pieces of prose comedy and satire. Of these,
+the _Mass of Topers_ and _Mass of Gamesters_, the _Gospel according to
+Marks_, and the description of a fat monk's daily life deserve
+quotation.[34] They are for the most part, however, too profane to
+bear translation.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 34: Wright's _Rel. Ant._, ii.; _Carm. Bur._, pp. 248 and
+22; Wright's _Mapes_, p. xl.]
+
+
+
+
+THE ABBOT OF COCKAIGNE.
+
+No. 55.
+
+
+    I am the Abbot of Cockaigne,
+    And this is my counsel with topers;
+    And in the sect of Decius (gamesters) this is my will;
+    And whoso shall seek me in taverns before noon;
+    After evensong shall he go forth naked,
+    And thus, stripped of raiment, shall lament him:
+                    Wafna! wafna!
+          O Fate most foul, what hast thou done?
+          The joys of man beneath the sun
+          Thou hast stolen, every one!
+
+
+
+
+XXI.
+
+
+The transition from these trivial and slightly interesting comic songs
+to poems of a serious import, which played so important a part in
+Goliardic literature, must of necessity be abrupt. It forms no part of
+my present purpose to exhibit the Wandering Students in their capacity
+as satirists. That belongs more properly to a study of the earlier
+Reformation than to such an inquiry as I have undertaken in this
+treatise. Satires, especially medieval satires, are apt, besides, to
+lose their force and value in translation. I have therefore confined
+myself to five specimens, more or less closely connected with the
+subjects handled in this study.
+
+The first has the interest of containing some ideas which Villon
+preserved in his ballad of the men of old time.
+
+
+
+
+DEATH TAKES ALL.
+
+No. 56.
+
+
+    Hear, O thou earth, hear, thou encircling sea,
+    Yea, all that live beneath the sun, hear ye
+    How of this world the bravery and the glory
+    Are but vain forms and shadows transitory,
+    Even as all things 'neath Time's empire show
+    By their short durance and swift overthrow!
+      Nothing avails the dignity of kings,
+    Naught, naught avail the strength and stuff of things;
+    The wisdom of the arts no succour brings;
+    Genus and species help not at death's hour,
+    No man was saved by gold in that dread stour;
+    The substance of things fadeth as a flower,
+    As ice 'neath sunshine melts into a shower.
+      Where is Plato, where is Porphyrius?
+    Where is Tullius, where is Virgilius?
+    Where is Thales, where is Empedocles,
+    Or illustrious Aristoteles?
+    Where's Alexander, peerless of might?
+    Where is Hector, Troy's stoutest knight?
+    Where is King David, learning's light?
+    Solomon where, that wisest wight?
+    Where is Helen, and Paris rose-bright?
+      They have fallen to the bottom, as a stone rolls:
+    Who knows if rest be granted to their souls?
+      But Thou, O God, of faithful men the Lord,
+    To us Thy favour evermore afford
+    When on the wicked judgment shall be poured!
+
+The second marks the passage from those feelings of youth and
+spring-time which have been copiously illustrated in Sections
+xiv.-xvii., to emotions befitting later manhood and life's autumn.
+
+
+
+
+AUTUMN YEARS.
+
+No. 57.
+
+
+    While life's April blossom blew,
+    What I willed I then might do,
+    Lust and law seemed comrades true.
+            As I listed, unresisted,
+    Hither, thither, could I play,
+    And my wanton flesh obey.
+
+    When life's autumn days decline,
+    Thus to live, a libertine,
+    Fancy-free as thoughts incline,
+            Manhood's older age and colder
+    Now forbids; removes, destroys
+    All those ways of wonted joys.
+
+    Age with admonition wise
+    Thus doth counsel and advise,
+    While her voice within me cries:
+            "For repenting and relenting
+    There is room; forgiveness falls
+    On all contrite prodigals!"
+
+    I will seek a better mind;
+    Change, correct, and leave behind
+    What I did with purpose blind:
+            From vice sever, with endeavour
+    Yield my soul to serious things,
+    Seek the joy that virtue brings.
+
+The third would find a more appropriate place in a hymn-book than in a
+collection of _Carmina Vagorum_. It is, however, written in a lyrical
+style so closely allied to the secular songs of the _Carmina Burana_
+(where it occurs) that I have thought it well to quote its grimly
+medieval condemnation of human life.
+
+
+
+
+VANITAS VANITATUM.
+
+No. 58.
+
+
+    This vile world
+    In madness hurled
+          Offers but false shadows;
+    Joys that wane
+    And waste like vain
+          Lilies of the meadows.
+
+    Worldly wealth,
+    Youth, strength, and health,
+          Cramp the soul's endeavour;
+    Drive it down
+    In hell to drown,
+          Hell that burns for ever.
+
+    What we see,
+    And what let be,
+          While on earth we tarry,
+    We shall cast
+    Like leaves at last
+          Which the sere oaks carry.
+
+    Carnal life,
+    Man's law of strife,
+          Hath but brief existence;
+    Passes, fades,
+    Like wavering shades
+          Without real subsistence.
+
+    Therefore bind,
+    Tread down and grind
+          Fleshly lusts that blight us;
+    So heaven's bliss
+    'Mid saints that kiss
+          Shall for aye delight us.
+
+The fourth, in like manner, would have but little to do with a
+Commersbuch, were it not for the fact that the most widely famous
+modern student-song of Germany has borrowed two passages from its
+serious and tragic rhythm. Close inspection of _Gaudeamus Igitur_
+shows that the metrical structure of that song is based on the
+principle of quoting one of its long lines and rhyming to it.
+
+
+
+
+ON CONTEMPT FOR THE WORLD.
+
+No. 59.
+
+
+    "De contemptu mundi:" this is the theme I've taken:
+    Time it is from sleep to rise, from death's torpor waken:
+    Gather virtue's grain and leave tares of sin forsaken.
+      Rise up, rise, be vigilant; trim your lamp, be ready.
+
+    Brief is life, and brevity briefly shall be ended:
+    Death comes quick, fears no man, none hath his dart suspended:
+    Death kills all, to no man's prayer hath he condescended.
+      Rise up, rise, be vigilant; trim your lamp, be ready.
+
+    Where are they who in this world, ere we kept, were keeping?
+    Come unto the churchyard, thou! see where they are sleeping!
+    Dust and ashes are they, worms in their flesh are creeping.
+      Rise up, rise, be vigilant; trim your lamp, be ready.
+
+    Into life each man is born with great teen and trouble:
+    All through life he drags along; toil on toil is double:
+    When life's done, the pangs of death take him, break the bubble.
+      Rise up, rise, be vigilant; trim your lamp, be ready.
+
+    If from sin thou hast been turned, born a new man wholly,
+    Changed thy life to better things, childlike, simple, holy;
+    Thus into God's realm shalt thou enter with the lowly.
+      Rise up, rise, be vigilant; trim your lamp, be ready.
+
+Having alluded to _Gaudeamus Igitur_, I shall close my translations
+with a version of it into English. The dependence of this lyric upon
+the rhythm and substance of the poem on _Contempt for the World_,
+which I have already indicated, is perhaps the reason why it is sung
+by German students after the funeral of a comrade. The Office for the
+Dead sounding in their ears, occasions the startling _igitur_ with
+which it opens; and their mind reverts to solemn phrases in the midst
+of masculine determination to enjoy the present while it is yet
+theirs.
+
+
+
+
+GAUDEAMUS IGITUR.
+
+No. 60.
+
+
+    Let us live then and be glad
+      While young life's before us!
+          After youthful pastime had,
+          After old age hard and sad,
+      Earth will slumber o'er us.
+
+    Where are they who in this world,
+      Ere we kept, were keeping?
+          Go ye to the gods above;
+          Go to hell; inquire thereof:
+      They are not; they're sleeping.
+
+    Brief is life, and brevity
+      Briefly shall be ended:
+          Death comes like a whirlwind strong,
+          Bears us with his blast along;
+      None shall be defended.
+
+    Live this university,
+      Men that learning nourish;
+          Live each member of the same,
+          Long live all that bear its name;
+      Let them ever flourish!
+
+    Live the commonwealth also,
+      And the men that guide it!
+          Live our town in strength and health,
+          Founders, patrons, by whose wealth
+      We are here provided!
+
+    Live all girls! A health to you,
+      Melting maids and beauteous!
+          Live the wives and women too,
+          Gentle, loving, tender, true,
+      Good, industrious, duteous!
+
+    Perish cares that pule and pine!
+      Perish envious blamers!
+          Die the Devil, thine and mine!
+          Die the starch-necked Philistine!
+      Scoffers and defamers!
+
+
+
+
+XXII.
+
+
+I have now fulfilled the purpose which I had in view when I began this
+study of the _Carmina Vagorum_, and have reproduced in English verse
+what seemed to me the most characteristic specimens of that
+literature, in so far as it may be considered precursory of the
+Renaissance.
+
+In spite of novelty, in spite of historical interest, in spite of a
+certain literary charm, it is not an edifying product of medieval art
+with which I have been dealing. When I look back upon my own work, and
+formulate the impression left upon my mind by familiarity with the
+songs I have translated, the doubt occurs whether some apology be not
+required for having dragged these forth from antiquarian obscurity.
+
+The truth is that there is very little that is elevated in the lyrics
+of the Goliardi. They are almost wholly destitute of domestic piety,
+of patriotism, of virtuous impulse, of heroic resolve. The greatness
+of an epoch which throbbed with the enthusiasms of the Crusades, which
+gave birth to a Francis and a Dominic, which witnessed the manly
+resistance offered by the Lombard burghs to the Teutonic Emperor, the
+formation of Northern France into a solid monarchy, and the victorious
+struggle of the Papacy against the Empire, finds but rare expression
+in this poetry. From the _Carmina Burana_ we cull one chant indeed on
+Saladin, one spirited lament for Richard Coeur de Lion; but their
+general tone is egotistic.
+
+Even the satires, so remarkable for boldness, are directed against
+those ecclesiastical abuses which touched the interests of the clerkly
+classes--against simony, avarice, venality in the Roman Curia, against
+the ambition of prelates and the effort to make princely benefices
+hereditary, rather than against the real sins of the Church--her
+wilful solidification of popular superstitions for the purposes of
+self-aggrandisement, her cruel persecution of free thought, and her
+deflection from the spirit of her Founder.
+
+With regard to women, abundant examples have been adduced to
+illustrate the sensual and unromantic spirit of these lettered lovers.
+A note of undisguised materialism sounds throughout the large majority
+of their erotic songs. Tenderness of feeling is rarely present. The
+passion is one-sided, recognised as ephemeral, without a vista on the
+sanctities of life in common with the beloved object. Notable
+exceptions to the general rule are the lyrics I have printed above on
+pp. 75-78. But it would have been easier to confirm the impression of
+licentiousness than to multiply specimens of delicate sentiment, had I
+chosen to ransack the whole stores of the _Carmina Burana_.
+
+It is not necessary to censure their lack of so-called chivalrous
+woman-worship. That artificial mood of emotion, though glorified by
+the literary art of greatest poets, has something pitiably unreal,
+incurably morbid, in its mysticism. But, putting this aside, we are
+still bound to notice the absence of that far more human self-devotion
+of man to woman which forms a conspicuous element in the Arthurian
+romances. The love of Tristram for Iseult, of Lancelot for Guinevere,
+of Beaumains for his lady, is alien to the Goliardic conception of
+intersexual relations. Nowhere do we find a trace of Arthur's vow
+imposed upon his knights: "never to do outrage,... and alway to do
+ladies, damosels, and gentlewomen succour upon pain of death." This
+manly respect for women, which was, if not precisely the purest, yet
+certainly the most fruitful social impulse of the Middle Ages,
+receives no expression in the _Carmina Vagorum_.
+
+The reason is not far to seek. The Clerici were a class debarred from
+domesticity, devoted in theory to celibacy, in practice incapable of
+marriage. They were not so much unsocial or anti-social as
+extra-social; and while they gave a loose rein to their appetites,
+they respected none of those ties, anticipated none of those home
+pleasures, which consecrate the animal desires in everyday existence
+as we know it. One of their most popular poems is a brutal monastic
+diatribe on matrimony, fouler in its stupid abuse of women, more
+unmanly in its sordid imputations, than any satire which emanated from
+the corruption of Imperial Rome.[35] The cynicism of this exhortation
+against marriage forms a proper supplement to the other kind of
+cynicism which emerges in the lyrics of triumphant seducers and light
+lovers.
+
+But why then have I taken the trouble to translate these songs, and
+to present them in such profusion to a modern audience? It is because,
+after making all allowances for their want of great or noble feeling,
+due to the peculiar medium from which they sprang, they are in many
+ways realistically beautiful and in a strict sense true to vulgar
+human nature. They are the spontaneous expression of careless, wanton,
+unreflective youth. And all this they were, too, in an age which we
+are apt to regard as incapable of these very qualities.
+
+The defects I have been at pains to indicate render the Goliardic
+poems remarkable as documents for the right understanding of the
+brilliant Renaissance epoch which was destined to close the Middle
+Ages. To the best of them we may with certainty assign the
+seventy-five years between 1150 and 1225. In that period, so fruitful
+of great efforts and of great results in the fields of politics and
+thought and literature, efforts and results foredoomed to partial
+frustration and to perverse misapplication--in that potent space of
+time, so varied in its intellectual and social manifestations, so
+pregnant with good and evil, so rapid in mutations, so indeterminate
+between advance and retrogression--this Goliardic poetry stands
+alone. It occupies a position of unique and isolated, if limited,
+interest; because it was no outcome of feudalism or ecclesiasticism;
+because it has no tincture of chivalrous or mystic piety; because it
+implies no metaphysical determination; because it is pagan in the
+sense of being natural; because it is devoid of allegory, and,
+finally, because it is emphatically humanistic.
+
+In these respects it detaches itself from the artistic and literary
+phenomena of the century which gave it birth. In these respects it
+anticipates the real eventual Renaissance.
+
+There are, indeed, points of contact between the Students' Songs and
+other products of the Middle Ages. Scholastic quibblings upon words;
+reiterated commonplaces about spring; the brutal contempt for
+villeins; the frequent employment of hymn-rhythms and preoccupation
+with liturgical phrases--these show that the Wandering Scholars were
+creatures of their age. But the qualities which this lyrical
+literature shares with that of the court, the temple, or the schools
+are mainly superficial; whereas the vital inspiration, the specific
+flavour, which render it noteworthy, are distinct and self-evolved. It
+is a premature, an unconscious effort made by a limited class to
+achieve _per saltum_ what was slowly and laboriously wrought out by
+whole nations in the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries. Too
+precocious, too complete within too narrow limits, it was doomed to
+sterility. Not the least singular fact about it is that though the
+_Carmina Vagorum_ continued to be appreciated, they were neither
+imitated nor developed to any definite extent after the period which I
+have indicated. They fell still-born upon the unreceptive soil of
+European culture at that epoch. Yet they foreshadowed the mental and
+moral attitude which Europe was destined to assume when Italy through
+humanism gave its tone to the Renaissance.
+
+The Renaissance, in Italy as elsewhere, had far more serious aims and
+enthusiasms in the direction of science, refined self-culture,
+discoveries, analysis of man and nature, than have always been
+ascribed to it. The men of that epoch did more hard work for the
+world, conferred more sterling benefits on their posterity, than those
+who study it chiefly from the point of view of art are ready to admit.
+But the mental atmosphere in which those heroes lived and wrought was
+one of carelessness with regard to moral duties and religious
+aspirations, of exuberant delight in pleasure as an object of
+existence. The glorification of the body and the senses, the
+repudiation of an ascetic tyranny which had long in theory imposed
+impossible abstentions on the carnal man, was a marked feature in
+their conception of the world; and connected with this was a return in
+no merely superficial spirit to the antique paganism of Greece and
+Rome.
+
+These characteristics of the Renaissance we find already outlined with
+surprising definiteness, and at the same time with an almost childlike
+naïveté, a careless, mirth-provoking nonchalance, in the _Carmina
+Vagorum_. They remind us of the Italian lyrics which Lorenzo de'
+Medici and Poliziano wrote for the Florentine populace; and though in
+form and artistic intention they differ from the Latin verse of that
+period, their view of life is not dissimilar to that of a Pontano or a
+Beccadelli.
+
+Some folk may regard the things I have presented to their view as ugly
+or insignificant, because they lack the higher qualities of sentiment;
+others may over-value them for precisely the same reason. They seem to
+me noteworthy as the first unmistakable sign of a change in modern
+Europe which was inevitable and predestined, as the first literary
+effort to restore the moral attitude of antiquity which had been
+displaced by medieval Christianity. I also feel the special relation
+which they bear to English poetry of the Etizabethan age--a relation
+that has facilitated their conversion into our language.
+
+That Wandering Students of the twelfth century should have transcended
+the limitations of their age; that they should have absorbed so many
+elements of life into their scheme of natural enjoyment as the artists
+and scholars of the fifteenth; that they should have theorised their
+appetites and impulses with Valla, have produced masterpieces of
+poetry to rival Ariosto's, or criticisms of society in the style of
+Rabelais, was not to be expected. What their lyrics prove by
+anticipation is the sincerity of the so-called paganism of the
+Renaissance. When we read them, we perceive that that quality was
+substantially independent of the classical revival; though the
+influences of antique literature were eagerly seized upon as useful
+means for strengthening and giving tone to an already potent revolt of
+nature against hypocritical and palsy-stricken forms of spiritual
+despotism.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 35: _Golias de Conjuge non ducenda_, Wright's _Mapes_, p.
+77.]
+
+
+
+
+APPENDIX.
+
+NOTE ON THE "ORDO VAGORUM" AND THE "ARCHIPOETA."
+
+_See Section vii. pp. 16-23, above._
+
+
+It seems desirable that I should enlarge upon some topics which I
+treated somewhat summarily in Section vii. I assumed that the
+Wandering Scholars regarded themselves as a kind of Guild or Order;
+and for this assumption the Songs Nos. 1, 2, 3, translated in Section
+xiii. are a sufficient warrant. Yet the case might be considerably
+strengthened. In the _Sequentia falsi evangelii secundum marcam
+argenti_[36] we read of the _Gens Lusorum_ or Tribe of Gamesters,
+which corresponds to the _Secta Decii_,[37] the _Ordo Vagorum_, and
+the _Familia Goliae_. Again, in Wright's _Walter Mapes_[38] there is
+an epistle written from England by one Richardus Goliardus to _Omnibus
+in Gallia Goliae discipulis_, introducing a friend, asking for
+information _ordo vester qualis est_, and giving for the reason of
+this request _ne magis in ordine indiscrete vivam_. He addresses his
+French comrades as _pueri Goliae_, and winds up with good wishes for
+the _socios sanctae confratriae_. Proofs might be multiplied that the
+Wandering Students in Germany also regarded themselves as a
+confraternity, with special rules and ordinances. Of this, the curious
+parody of an episcopal letter, issued in 1209 by _Surianus, Praesul et
+Archiprimas_, to the _vagi clerici_ of Austria, Styria, Bavaria, and
+Moravia is a notable example.[39]
+
+I have treated Golias as the eponymous hero of this tribe, the chief
+of this confraternity. But it ought to be said that the name Golias
+occurs principally in English MSS., where the Goliardic poems are
+ascribed to _Golias Episcopus._ Elsewhere the same personage is spoken
+of as _Primas_, which is a title of dignity applying to a prelate with
+jurisdiction superior even to that of an archbishop. Grimm[40] quotes
+this phrase from a German chronicle: _Primas vagus multos versus
+edidit magistrates_. In the _Sequentia falsi evangelii_[41] we find
+twice repeated _Primas autem qui dicitur vilissimus_. The Venetian
+codex from which Grimm drew some of his texts[42] attributes the
+_Dispute of Thetis and Lyaeus_ and the _Advice against Matrimony_,
+both of which passed in England under the name of Golias and
+afterwards of Walter Map, to _Primas Presbyter_.
+
+With regard to this Primas, it is important to mention that Fra
+Salimbene in his Chronicle[43] gives a succinct account of him under
+the date 1233. It runs as follows: _Fuit his temporibus Primas
+canonicus eoloniensis, magnus trutannus et magnus trufator, et maximus
+versificator et velox, qui, si dedisset cor suum ad diligendum Deum,
+magnus in litteratura divina fuisset, et utilis valde_ _Ecclesiae
+Dei. Cujus Apocalypsim, quam fecerat, vidi, et alia scripta plura_.
+After this passage follow some anecdotes, with quotations of verses
+extemporised by Primas, and lastly the whole of the Confession,
+translated by me at p. 55 above. Thus Salimbene, who was almost a
+contemporary author, attributes to Primas two of the most important
+poems which passed in England under the name of Golias, while the
+Venetian MS. ascribes two others of the same class to Primas
+Presbyter. It is also very noteworthy that Salimbene expressly calls
+this Primas a Canon of Cologne.
+
+That this poet, whoever he was, had attained to celebrity in Italy (as
+well as in Germany) under the title of Primas, appears also from the
+following passage of a treatise by Thomas of Capua[44] on the Art of
+Writing: _Dictaminum vero tria sunt genera auctoribus diffinita,
+prosaicum scilicet, metricum et rithmicum; prosaicum ut Cassiodori,
+metricum ut Virgilii, rithmicum ut Primatis_. Boccaccio was in all
+probability referring to the same Primas in the tale he told about
+_Primasso_,[45] who is described as a man of European reputation, and
+a great and rapid versifier. It is curious that just as Giraldus seems
+to have accepted _Golias_ as the real name of this poet,[46] so Fra
+Salimbene, Thomas of Capua, and Boccaccio appear to use _Primas_ as a
+Christian name.
+
+The matter becomes still more complicated when we find, as we do, some
+of the same poems attributed in France to Walter of Lille, in England
+to Walter Map, and further current under yet another title of dignity,
+that of _Archipoeta_.[47]
+
+We can hardly avoid the conclusion that by Golias Episcopus, Primas,
+and Archipoeta one and the same person, occupying a prominent post in
+the Order, was denoted. He was the head of the Goliardic family, the
+Primate of the Wandering Students' Order, the Archpoet of these
+lettered minstrels. The rare excellence of the compositions ascribed
+to him caused them to be spread abroad, multiplied, and imitated in
+such fashion that it is now impossible to feel any certainty about the
+personality which underlay these titles.
+
+Though we seem frequently upon the point of touching the real man, he
+constantly eludes our grasp. Who he was, whether he was one or many,
+remains a mystery. Whether the poems which bear one or other of his
+changing titles were really the work of a single writer, is also a
+matter for fruitless conjecture. We may take it for granted that he
+was not Walter Map; for Map was not a Canon of Cologne, not a follower
+of Reinald von Dassel, not a mark for the severe scorn of Giraldus.
+Similar reasoning renders it more than improbable that the Golias of
+Giraldus, the Primas of Salimbene, and the petitioner to Reinald
+should have been Walter of Lille.[48]
+
+At the same time it is singular that the name of Walter should twice
+occur in Goliardic poems of a good period. One of these is the famous
+and beautiful lament:--
+
+    "Versa est in luctum--eithara Waltheri."
+
+This exists in the MS. of the _Carmina Burana_, but not in the Paris
+MS. of Walter's poems edited by Müldner.
+
+It contains allusions to the poet's ejection from his place in the
+Church--a misfortune which actually befell Walter of Lille. Grimm has
+printed another poem, _Saepe de miseria,_ in which the name of Walter
+occurs.[49] It is introduced thus:
+
+    "Hoc Gualtherus sub-prior
+      Jubet in decretis."
+
+Are we to infer from the designation _Sub-prior_ that the Walter of
+this poem held a post in the Order inferior to that of the Primas?
+
+It is of importance in this connection to bear in mind that five of
+the poems attributed in English MSS. to Golias and Walter Map, namely,
+_Missus sum in vineam_, _Multiformis hominum_, _Fallax est et
+mobilis_, _A tauro torrida_, _Heliconis rivulo_, _Tanto viro
+locuturi_, among which is the famous Apocalypse ascribed by Salimbene
+to Primas, are given to Walter of Lille in the Paris MS. edited by
+Müldner.[50] They are distinguished by a marked unity of style; and
+what is also significant, a lyric in this Paris MS., _Dum Gualterus
+aegrotaret_, introduces the poet's name in the same way as the _Versa
+est in luctum_ of the _Carmina Burana_. Therefore, without identifying
+Walter of Lille with the Primas, Archipoeta, and Golias, we must allow
+that his place in Goliardic literature is very considerable. But I am
+inclined to think that the weight of evidence favours chiefly the
+ascription of serious and satiric pieces to his pen. It is probable
+that the Archipoeta, the follower of Reinald von Dassel, the man who
+composed the most vigorous Goliardic poem we possess, and gave the
+impulse of his genius to that style of writing, was not the Walter of
+the _Versa est in luctum_ or of _Dum Gualterus aegrotaret_. That
+Walter must have been somewhat his junior; and it is not unreasonable
+to assume that he was Walter of Lille, who may perhaps be further
+identified with the _Gualtherus sub-prior_ of the poem on the author's
+poverty. This Walter's Latin designation, _Gualtherus de Insula_,
+helps, as I have observed above,[51] to explain the attribution of the
+Goliardic poems in general to Walter Map by English scribes of the
+fifteenth century.
+
+After all, it is safer to indulge in no constructive speculations
+where the matter of inquiry is both vague and meagre. One thing
+appears tolerably manifest; that many hands of very various dexterity
+contributed to form the whole body of songs which we call Goliardic.
+It is also clear that the Clerici Vagi considered themselves a
+confraternity, and that they burlesqued the institutions of a
+religious order, pretending to honour and obey a primate or bishop, to
+whom the nickname of Golias was given at the period in which they
+flourished most. Viewed in his literary capacity, this chief was
+further designated as the Archpoet. Of his personality we know as
+little as we do of that of Homer.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 36: Grimm's _Gedichte des Mittelalters_, p. 232.]
+
+[Footnote 37: _Carm. Bur._, p. 254.]
+
+[Footnote 38: Page 69.]
+
+[Footnote 39: Giesebrecht in _Allg. Monatschrift_. Jan. 1853. p. 35.]
+
+[Footnote 40: Op. cit., p. 182.]
+
+[Footnote 41: Ib., p. 232.]
+
+[Footnote 42: Ib., pp. 238, 239.]
+
+[Footnote 43: Published at Parma, 1857.]
+
+[Footnote 44: See Novati, _Carmina Medii Aevi_, p. 8, note.]
+
+[Footnote 45: _Decameron_, i, 7.]
+
+[Footnote 46: See above, p. 21.]
+
+[Footnote 47: Grimm, op. cit., p. 189 et seq.]
+
+[Footnote 48: Giesebrecht identifies Walter of Lille with the
+Archipoeta. But he seems to be unacquainted with Salimbene's
+Chronicle, and I agree with Hubatsch that he has not made out his
+point.]
+
+[Footnote 49: Op. cit., p. 235, also in _Carm. Bur._, p. 74.]
+
+[Footnote 50: Hannover, 1859.]
+
+[Footnote 51: Page 23.]
+
+
+
+
+BOOKS ON GOLIARDIC LITERATURE.
+
+
+Carmina Burana. Stuttgart. 1847.
+
+Thomas Wright. The Latin Poems commonly attributed to Walter Mapes.
+          Camden Society. 1841.
+  ---- Anecdota Literaria. London. 1844.
+  ---- Early Mysteries, etc. London. 1844.
+
+Edelstand du Méril. Poésies Populaires Latines Antérieures au Douzième
+          Siècle. Paris. 1843.
+  ---- Poésies Populaires Latines du Moyen Age. Paris. 1847.
+  ---- Poésies Inédites du Moyen Age. Paris. 1854.
+
+Jacob Grimm.  Gedichte des Mittelalters auf König Friedrich I., den
+          Staufer. Berlin. 1843.
+
+H. Hagen. Carmina Medii Aevi Max. Part. Inedita. Bern. 1877.
+
+F. Novati. Carmina Medii Aevi. Firenze. 1883.
+
+Mone. Anzeiger, vii.
+
+W. Müldener. Die Zehn Gedichte von Walther von Lille. Hannover. 1859,
+
+Champollion-Figeac. Hilarii Versus et Ludi.  Paris. 1838.
+
+Gaudeamus. Leipzig. 1879.
+
+Carmina Clericorum. Heilbronn. 1880.
+
+A.P. Von Bärnstein. Carmina Burana Selecta. 1880.
+  ---- Ubi sunt qui ante nos? Würtzburg. 1881.
+
+Giesebrecht. Die Vaganten. Allg. Monatscrift für W. und K. 1853.
+
+O. Hubatsch. Die Lateinischen Vagantenlieder. Görlitz. 1870.
+
+A. Bartoli. I Precursori del Rinascimento, Firenze. 1876.
+
+Allgemeines Deutsches Commersbuch.
+
+
+
+
+TABLE OF SONGS TRANSLATED IN THIS VOLUME.
+
+
+N.B.--In order to facilitate the comparison between my translations
+and the originals, I have made the following table. The first column
+gives the number of the song and the second the page in this book; the
+third column gives the beginning of each song in English; the fourth
+gives the beginning of each song in Latin. The references in the fifth
+column are to the little anthology called _Gaudeamus_ (Leipzig,
+Teubner, 1879); those in the sixth column are to the printed edition
+of the Benedictbeuern Codex, which goes by the title of _Carmina
+Burana_ (Stuttgart, auf Kosten das Literarischen Vereins, Hering & Co.
+printers, 1847).
+
+
+    +-------------------------------------------------------------------+
+    |No.|Page.|       English.         |       Latin.       |Gaud.|Car. |
+    |   |     |                        |                    |     |Bur. |
+    +---+-----+------------------------+--------------------+-----+-----+
+    |   |     |                        |                    |Page |Page |
+    | 1 | 42  | At the mandate         | Cum in orbem       |   3 | 251 |
+    | 2 | 47  | Once, it was           | Olim nostrum       |   6 |  .. |
+    | 3 | 50  | I a wandering          | Exul ego           | 178 |  50 |
+    | 4 | 52  | We in our              | Nos vagabunduli    | 195 |  .. |
+    | 5 | 55  | Boiling in my          | Aestuans           |  34 |  67 |
+    | 6 | 63  | Spring is coming       | Ver redit          |  88 | 178 |
+    | 7 | 64  | These hours of         | Tempus est         | 100 | 211 |
+    | 8 | 66  | Take your pleasure     | Congaudentes       |  90 | 166 |
+    | 9 | 67  | Winter's untruth       | Vetus error        |  86 |  .. |
+    |10 | 68  | Winter, now            | Cedit hiems        |  85 | 177 |
+    |11 | 69  | Now the fields         | Jam jam virent      |  89 | 184 |
+    |12 | 70  | Spring returns         | Ecce gratum        |  84 |  83 |
+    |13 | 71  | Vernal hours           | Vernum tempus      |  81 |  .. |
+    |14 | 72  | Hail thou              | Salve ver          |  .. | 193 |
+    |15 | 74  | Summer sweet           | Dum aestas         |  97 | 196 |
+    |16 | 75  | The blithe young year  | Anni novi          |  .. | 145 |
+    |17 | 76  | Now the sun            | Omnia sol          | 109 | 177 |
+    |18 | 77  | In the spring          | Veris dulcis       |  .. | 195 |
+    |19 | 78  | With so sweet          | De pollicito       | 103 | 206 |
+    |20 | 79  | Wide the lime-tree     | Late pandit        |  .. | 185 |
+    |21 | 80  | Yonder choir of        | Ecce chorus        |  .. | 118 |
+    |22 | 82  | Meadows bloom          | Virent prata       |  98 | 189 |
+    |23 | 84  | Cast aside             | Omittamus studia   |  82 | 137 |
+    |24 | 87  | There went out         | Exiit diluculo     | 120 | 155 |
+    |25 | 87  | In the summer's        | Aestivali sub      | 125 | 145 |
+    |26 | 89  | All the woods          | Florent omnes      |  93 | 182 |
+    |27 | 91  | When the lamp          | Dum Dianae         |  .. | 124 |
+    |28 | 95  | In the spring-time     | Anni parte         |  .. | 155 |
+    |29 | 99  | On their steeds        | Equitabant         |  .. | 162 |
+    |30 |106  | Take thou              | Suscipe Flos       |  .. | 217 |
+    |31 |107  | Come to me             | Veni veni          | 102 | 208 |
+    |32 |109  | Lydia bright           | Lydia bella        |  96 |  .. |
+    |33 |111  | When a young man       | Si puer cum        | 116 | 215 |
+    |34 |112  | Rudely blows           | Saevit aurae       |  .. | 148 |
+    |35 |114  | Love rules             | Amor tenet         |  91 | 150 |
+    |36 |117  | List, my girl          | Non contrecto      | 118 | 150 |
+    |37 |118  | Think no evil          | Ludo cum           | 104 | 151 |
+    |38 |120  | With song I            | Sic mea fata       | 117 | 229 |
+    |39 |121  | False the tongue       | Lingua mendax      | 111 | 230 |
+    |40 |124  | A mortal anguish       | Humor letalis      | 114 | 169 |
+    |41 |127  | Up to this time        | Huc usque          | 119 |  .. |
+    |42 |129  | Oh, of love            | O comes            |  .. | 225 |
+    |43 |130  | Sweet native           | Dulce solum        | 110 | 168 |
+    |44 |132  | Oh, my father          | Hecs pater         | 175 | 172 |
+    |45 |136  | Wine the good          | Vinum bonum        |  17 |  .. |
+    |46 |137  | In dulci jubilo        | In dulci jubilo    | 201 |  .. |
+[52]|47 |139  | Ho all ye              |    ....            |  .. |  .. |
+    |48 |140  | Laurel-crowned         | Lauriger Horatius  |  74 |  .. |
+    |49 |141  | Sweet in               | Dulce cum          |  74 |  .. |
+    |50 |142  | Ho! comrades           | O consacii         |  87 | 198 |
+    |51 |144  | Laying truth bare      | Denudata           |  57 | 232 |
+    |52 |151  | Topers in and          | Potatores          |  27 | 240 |
+    |53 |154  | Time was               | Olim latus         | 188 | 173 |
+    |54 |155  | While a boor           | Rusticus dum       | 189 |  .. |
+    |55 |158  | I am the Abbot         | Ego sum Abbas      |  73 | 254 |
+[53]|56 |159  | Hear, O thou           | Audi Tellus        |  .. |  .. |
+    |57 |161  | While life's           | Dum juventus       | 135 |   8 |
+    |58 |162  | This vile world        | Iste mundus        |  .. |   5 |
+    |59 |164  | De contemptu           | Scribere proposni  | 129 |  .. |
+    |60 |165  | Let us live then       | Gaudeamus igitur   |   1 |  .. |
+    +-------------------------------------------------------------------+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 52: The original of this song will be found in Geiger,
+_Humanismus und Renaissance_, p. 414.]
+
+[Footnote 53: The original will be found in Moll, _Hymnarium_, p.
+138.]
+
+
+
+
+
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+Title: Wine, Women, and Song
+       Mediaeval Latin Students' songs; Now first translated into English verse
+
+Author: Various
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+Translator: John Addington Symonds
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+
+<h1>WINE, WOMEN, AND SONG.</h1>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">"Wer liebt nicht Weib Wein and Gesang</span>
+<span class="i10">Der bleibt ein Narr sein Lebenslang."</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="sig">&mdash;<i>Martin Luther.</i></p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+
+
+
+
+<h3><i>MEDI&AElig;VAL LATIN STUDENTS' SONGS</i></h3>
+
+<h4>Now First Translated into English Verse</h4>
+
+<h3>WITH AN ESSAY</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h3>BY</h3>
+
+<h2>JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS</h2>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center"><img src="images/image_01.jpg" alt="Seal" width="150" height="105" /></p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h3>London</h3>
+
+<h2>CHATTO AND WINDUS, PICCADILLY</h2>
+
+<h3>1884</h3>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+
+<h3>TO</h3>
+<h2><i>ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.</i></h2>
+<p class="sig2"><i>Dear Louis,</i></p>
+
+<p><i>To you, in memory of past symposia, when wit (your wit) flowed freer
+than our old Forzato, I dedicate this little book, my pastime through
+three anxious months.</i></p>
+
+<p class="sig1"><i>Yours,</i></p>
+
+<p class="sig"><i>JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Villa Emily, San Remo,</i></p>
+
+<p class="sig3"><i>May 1884.</i></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>Wine, Women, and Song.</h2>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p>
+<h2>I.</h2>
+<p>When we try to picture to ourselves the intellectual and moral state
+of Europe in the Middle Ages, some fixed and almost stereotyped ideas
+immediately suggest themselves. We think of the nations immersed in a
+gross mental lethargy; passively witnessing the gradual extinction of
+arts and sciences which Greece and Rome had splendidly inaugurated;
+allowing libraries and monuments of antique civilisation to crumble
+into dust; while they trembled under a dull and brooding terror of
+coming judgment, shrank from natural enjoyment as from deadly sin, or
+yielded themselves with brutal eagerness to the satisfaction of vulgar
+appetites. Preoccupation with the other world in this long period
+weakens man's hold upon the things that make his life desirable.
+Philosophy is sunk in the slough of ignorant, perversely subtle
+disputation<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span> upon subjects destitute of actuality. Theological
+fanaticism has extinguished liberal studies and the gropings of the
+reason after truth in positive experience. Society lies prostrate
+under the heel of tyrannous orthodoxy. We discern men in masses,
+aggregations, classes, guilds&mdash;everywhere the genus and the species of
+humanity, rarely and by luminous exception individuals and persons.
+Universal ideals of Church and Empire clog and confuse the nascent
+nationalities. Prolonged habits, of extra-mundane contemplation,
+combined with the decay of real knowledge, volatilise the thoughts and
+aspirations of the best and wisest into dreamy unrealities, giving a
+false air of mysticism to love, shrouding art in allegory, reducing
+the interpretation of texts to an exercise of idle ingenuity, and the
+study of Nature (in Bestiaries, Lapidaries, and the like) to an insane
+system of grotesque and pious quibbling. The conception of man's fall
+and of the incurable badness of this world bears poisonous fruit of
+cynicism and asceticism, that twofold bitter almond, hidden in the
+harsh monastic shell. The devil has become God upon this earth, and
+God's eternal jailer in the next world. Nature is regarded with
+suspicion and aversion; the flesh, with shame and loathing, broken by
+spasmodic outbursts of lawless self-indulgence. For human life there
+is one formula:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Of what is't fools make such vain keeping?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sin their conception, their birth weeping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their life a general mist of error,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their death a hideous storm of terror."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The contempt of the world is the chief theme of edification. A charnel
+filled with festering corpses, snakes, and worms points the preacher's
+moral. Before the eyes of all, in terror-stricken vision or in
+nightmares of uneasy conscience, leap the inextinguishable flames of
+hell. Salvation, meanwhile, is being sought through amulets, relics,
+pilgrimages to holy places, fetishes of divers sorts and different
+degrees of potency. The faculties of the heart and head, defrauded of
+wholesome sustenance, have recourse to delirious debauches of the
+fancy, dreams of magic, compacts with the evil one, insanities of
+desire, ineptitudes of discipline. Sexual passion, ignoring the true
+place of woman in society, treats her on the one hand like a servile
+instrument, on the other exalts her to sainthood or execrates her as
+the chief impediment to holiness. Common sense, sanity of judgment,
+acceptance of things as they are, resolution to ameliorate the evils
+and to utilise the goods of life, seem everywhere deficient. Men are
+obstinate in misconception of their proper aims, wasting their
+energies upon shadows instead of holding fast by realities, waiting
+for a future whereof they know nothing, in lieu of mastering and
+economising the present. The largest and most serious undertakings of
+united Europe in this period&mdash;the Crusades&mdash;are based upon a radical
+mistake. "Why seek ye the living among the dead? Behold, He is not
+here, but risen!" With these words ringing in their ears, the nations
+flock to Palestine and pour their blood forth for an empty sepulchre.
+The one Emperor who attains the object of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> Christendom by rational
+means is excommunicated for his success. Frederick II. returns from
+the Holy Land a ruined man because he made a compact useful to his
+Christian subjects with the Chief of Islam.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>II.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Such are some of the stereotyped ideas which crowd our mind when we
+reflect upon the Middle Ages. They are certainly one-sided. Drawn for
+the most part from the study of monastic literature, exaggerated by
+that reaction against medievalism which the Renaissance initiated,
+they must be regarded as inadequate to represent the whole truth. At
+no one period between the fall of the Roman Empire and the close of
+the thirteenth century was the mental atmosphere of Europe so
+unnaturally clouded. Yet there is sufficient substance in them to
+justify their formulation. The earlier Middle Ages did, in fact,
+extinguish antique civility. The later Middle Ages did create, to use
+a phrase of Michelet, an army of dunces for the maintenance of
+orthodoxy. The intellect and the conscience became used to moving
+paralytically among visions, dreams, and mystic terrors, weighed down
+with torpor, abusing virile faculties for the suppression of truth and
+the perpetuation of revered error.</p>
+
+<p>It is, therefore, with a sense of surprise, with something like a
+shock to preconceived opinions, that we first become acquainted with
+the medieval literature which it is my object in the present treatise
+to make better known to English<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span> readers. That so bold, so fresh, so
+natural, so pagan a view of human life as the Latin songs of the
+Wandering Students exhibit, should have found clear and artistic
+utterance in the epoch of the Crusades, is indeed enough to bid us
+pause and reconsider the justice of our stereotyped ideas about that
+period. This literature makes it manifest that the ineradicable
+appetites and natural instincts of men and women were no less vigorous
+in fact, though less articulate and self-assertive, than they had been
+in the age of Greece and Rome, and than they afterwards displayed
+themselves in what is known as the Renaissance.</p>
+
+<p>With something of the same kind we have long been familiar in the
+Troubadour poetry of Provence. But Proven&ccedil;al literature has a strong
+chivalrous tincture, and every one is aware with what relentless fury
+the civilisation which produced it was stamped out by the Church. The
+literature of the Wandering Students, on the other hand, owes nothing
+to chivalry, and emanates from a class which formed a subordinate part
+of the ecclesiastical militia. It is almost vulgar in its presentment
+of common human impulses; it bears the mark of the proletariate,
+though adorned with flourishes betokening the neighbourhood of Church
+and University.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>III.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Much has recently been written upon the subject of an abortive
+Renaissance within the Middle Ages. The centre of it was France, and
+its period of brilliancy may<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span> be roughly defined as the middle and end
+of the twelfth century. Much, again, has been said about the religious
+movement in England, which spread to Eastern Europe, and anticipated
+the Reformation by two centuries before the date of Luther. The songs
+of the Wandering Students, composed for the most part in the twelfth
+century, illustrate both of these early efforts after
+self-emancipation. Uttering the unrestrained emotions of men attached
+by a slender tie to the dominant clerical class and diffused over all
+countries, they bring us face to face with a body of opinion which
+finds in studied chronicle or laboured dissertation of the period no
+echo. On the one side, they express that delight in life and physical
+enjoyment which was a main characteristic of the Renaissance; on the
+other, they proclaim that revolt against the corruption of Papal Rome
+which was the motive-force of the Reformation.</p>
+
+<p>Our knowledge of this poetry is derived from two chief sources. One is
+a MS. of the thirteenth century, which was long preserved in the
+monastery of Benedictbeuern in Upper Bavaria, and is now at Munich.
+Richly illuminated with rare and curious illustrations of contemporary
+manners, it seems to have been compiled for the use of some
+ecclesiastical prince. This fine codex was edited in 1847 at
+Stuttgart. The title of the publication is <i>Carmina Burana</i>, and under
+that designation I shall refer to it. The other is a Harleian MS.,
+written before 1264, which Mr. Thomas Wright collated with other
+English MSS., and published in 1841 under the name of <i>Latin Poems
+commonly attributed to Walter Mapes</i>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>These two sources have to some extent a common stock of poems, which
+proves the wide diffusion of the songs in question before the date
+assignable to the earlier of the two MS. authorities. But while this
+is so, it must be observed that the <i>Carmina Burana</i> are richer in
+compositions which form a prelude to the Renaissance; the English
+collections, on the other hand, contain a larger number of serious and
+satirical pieces anticipating the Reformation.</p>
+
+<p>Another important set of documents for the study of the subject are
+the three large works of Edelstand du M&eacute;ril upon popular Latin poetry;
+while the stores at our disposal have been otherwise augmented by
+occasional publications of German and English scholars, bringing to
+light numerous scattered specimens of a like description. Of late it
+has been the fashion in Germany to multiply anthologies of medieval
+student-songs, intended for companion volumes to the <i>Commersbuch</i>.
+Among these, one entitled <i>Gaudeamus</i> (Teubner, 2d edition, 1879)
+deserves honourable mention.</p>
+
+<p>It is my purpose to give a short account of what is known about the
+authors of these verses, to analyse the general characteristics of
+their art, and to illustrate the theme by copious translations. So far
+as I am aware, the songs of Wandering Students offer almost absolutely
+untrodden ground to the English translator; and this fact may be
+pleaded in excuse for the large number which I have laid under
+contribution.</p>
+
+<p>In carrying out my plan, I shall confine myself princi<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span>pally, but not
+strictly, to the <i>Carmina Burana</i>. I wish to keep in view the
+anticipation of the Renaissance rather than to dwell upon those
+elements which indicate an early desire for ecclesiastical reform.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>IV.</h2>
+
+
+<p>We have reason to conjecture that the Romans, even during the
+classical period of their literature, used accentual rhythms for
+popular poetry, while quantitative metres formed upon Greek models
+were the artificial modes employed by cultivated writers. However this
+may be, there is no doubt that, together with the decline of antique
+civilisation, accent and rhythm began to displace quantity and metre
+in Latin versification. Quantitative measures, like the Sapphic and
+Hexameter, were composed accentually. The services and music of the
+Church introduced new systems of prosody. Rhymes, both single and
+double, were added to the verse; and the extraordinary flexibility of
+medieval Latin&mdash;that sonorous instrument of varied rhetoric used by
+Augustine in the prose of the <i>Confessions</i>, and gifted with poetic
+inspiration in such hymns as the <i>Dies Irae</i> or the <i>Stabat
+Mater</i>&mdash;rendered this new vehicle of literary utterance adequate to
+all the tasks imposed on it by piety and metaphysic. The language of
+the <i>Confessions</i> and the <i>Dies Irae</i> is not, in fact, a decadent form
+of Cicero's prose or Virgil's verse, but a development of the Roman
+speech in accordance with the new conditions introduced by
+Christianity.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span> It remained comparatively sterile in the department of
+prose composition, but it attained to high qualities of art in the
+verse and rhythms of men like Thomas of Celano, Thomas of Aquino, Adam
+of St. Victor, Bernard of Morlais, and Bernard of Clairvaux. At the
+same time, classical Latin literature continued to be languidly
+studied in the cloisters and the schools of grammar. The metres of the
+ancients were practised with uncouth and patient assiduity, strenuous
+efforts being made to keep alive an art which was no longer rightly
+understood. Rhyme invaded the hexameter, and the best verses of the
+medieval period in that measure were leonine.</p>
+
+<p>The hymns of the Church and the secular songs composed for music in
+this base Latin took a great variety of rhythmic forms. It is clear
+that vocal melody controlled their movement; and one fixed element in
+all these compositions was rhyme&mdash;rhyme often intricate and complex
+beyond hope of imitation in our language. Elision came to be
+disregarded; and even the accentual values, which may at first have
+formed a substitute for quantity, yielded to musical notation. The
+epithet of popular belongs to these songs in a very real sense, since
+they were intended for the people's use, and sprang from popular
+emotion. Poems of this class were technically known as <i>moduli</i>&mdash;a
+name which points significantly to the importance of music in their
+structure. Imitations of Ovid's elegiacs or of Virgil's hexameters
+obtained the name of <i>versus</i>. Thus Walter of Lille, the author of a
+regular epic poem on Alexander, one of the best medieval writers of
+<i>versus</i>,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> celebrates his skill in the other department of popular
+poetry thus&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Perstrepuit <i>modulis</i> Gallia tota meis."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(All France rang with my songs.)<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>We might compare the <i>versus</i> of the Middle Ages with the stiff
+sculptures on a Romanesque font, lifelessly reminiscent of decadent
+classical art; while the <i>moduli</i>, in their freshness, elasticity, and
+vigour of invention, resemble the floral scrolls, foliated cusps, and
+grotesque basreliefs of Gothic or Lombard architecture.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>V.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Even in the half-light of what used to be called emphatically the Dark
+Ages, there pierce gleams which may be reflections from the past
+evening of paganism, or may intimate the earliest dawn of modern
+times. One of these is a song, partly popular, partly scholastic,
+addressed to a beautiful boy.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> It begins thus&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O admirabile veneris idolum"&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>and continues in this strain, upon the same rhythm, blending
+reminiscences of classical mythology and medieval metaphysic, and
+winding up with a reference to the Horatian <i>Vitas hinnuleo me similis
+Chloe</i>. This poem was composed in the seventh century, probably at
+Verona, for mention is made in it of the river Adige. The metre can
+perhaps be regarded as a barbarous treatment of the long Asclepiad;
+but each line seems to work out into <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span>two bars, divided by a marked
+rest, with two accents to each bar, and shows by what sort of
+transition the modern French Alexandrine may have been developed.</p>
+
+<p>The oddly archaic phraseology of this love-song rendered it unfit for
+translation; but I have tried my hand at a kind of hymn in praise of
+Rome, which is written in the same peculiar rhythm:<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O Rome illustrious, of the world emperess!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over all cities thou queen in thy goodliness!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Red with the roseate blood of the martyrs, and<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">White with the lilies of virgins at God's right hand!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Welcome we sing to thee; ever we bring to thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blessings, and pay to thee praise for eternity.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Peter, thou praepotent warder of Paradise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hear thou with mildness the prayer of thy votaries;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When thou art seated to judge the twelve tribes, O then<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Show thyself merciful; be thou benign to men;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when we call to thee now in the world's distress,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take thou our suffrages, master, with gentleness.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Paul, to our litanies lend an indulgent ear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who the philosophers vanquished with zeal severe:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou that art steward now in the Lord's heavenly house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give us to taste of the meat of grace bounteous;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that the wisdom which filled thee and nourished thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May be our sustenance through the truths taught by thee."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>A curious secular piece of the tenth century deserves more than
+passing mention. It shows how wine, women, and song, even in an age
+which is supposed to have <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span>trembled for the coming destruction of the
+world, still formed the attraction of some natures. What is more,
+there is a certain modern, as distinguished from classical, tone of
+tenderness in the sentiment. It is the invitation of a young man to
+his mistress, bidding her to a little supper in his rooms:<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come therefore now, my gentle fere,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whom as my heart I hold full dear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Enter my little room, which is<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Adorned with quaintest rarities:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There are the seats with cushions spread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The roof with curtains overhead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The house with flowers of sweetest scent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And scattered herbs is redolent:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A table there is deftly dight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With meats and drinks of rare delight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There too the wine flows, sparkling, free;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all, my love, to pleasure thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There sound enchanting symphonies;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The clear high notes of flutes arise;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A singing girl and artful boy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are chanting for thee strains of joy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He touches with his quill the wire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She tunes her note unto the lyre:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The servants carry to and fro<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dishes and cups of ruddy glow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But these delights, I will confess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than pleasant converse charm me less;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor is the feast so sweet to me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As dear familiarity.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Then come now, sister of my heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That dearer than all others art,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto mine eyes thou shining sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soul of my soul, thou only one!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I dwelt alone in the wild woods,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And loved all secret solitudes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oft would I fly from tumults far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shunned where crowds of people are.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O dearest, do not longer stay!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seek we to live and love to-day!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I cannot live without thee, sweet!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Time bids us now our love complete.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why should we then defer, my own,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What must be done or late or soon?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do quickly what thou canst not shun!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I have no hesitation."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>From Du M&eacute;ril's collections further specimens of thoroughly secular
+poetry might be culled. Such is the panegyric of the nightingale,
+which contains the following impassioned lines:<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Implet silvas atque cuncta modulis arbustula,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gloriosa valde facta veris prae laetitia;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Volitando scandit alta arborum cacumina,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ac festiva satis gliscit sibilare carmina."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Such are the sapphics on the spring, which, though they date from the
+seventh century, have a truly modern sentiment of Nature. Such, too,
+is the medieval legend of the Snow-Child, treated comically in
+burlesque Latin verse, and meant to be sung to a German tune of
+love<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span>&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><i>Modus Liebinc</i>. To the same category may be referred the horrible,
+but singularly striking, series of Latin poems edited from a MS. at
+Berne, which set forth the miseries of monastic life with realistic
+passion bordering upon delirium, under titles like the
+following&mdash;<i>Dissuasio Concubit&ucirc;s in in Uno tantum Sexu</i>, or <i>De
+Monachi Cruciata</i>.<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a></p>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> Du M&eacute;ril, <i>Po&eacute;sies Populaires Latines Ant&eacute;rieures au
+Deuxi&egrave;me: Si&egrave;cle</i>, p. 240.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> Du M&eacute;ril, <i>op. cit.</i>, p. 239.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> Du M&eacute;ril, <i>Po&eacute;sies Populaires Latines du Moyen Age</i>, p.
+196.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> Du M&eacute;ril, <i>Po&eacute;sies Pop. Lat. Ant.</i>, pp. 278, 241, 275.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> These extraordinary compositions will be found on pp.
+174-182 of a closely-printed book entitled <i>Carmina Med. Aev. Max.
+Part. Inedita. Ed. H. Hagenus. Bernae. Ap. G. Frobenium</i>. MDCCCLXXVII.
+The editor, so far as I can discover, gives but scant indication of
+the poet who lurks, with so much style and so terrible emotions, under
+the veil of Cod. Bern., 702 s. Any student who desires to cut into the
+core of cloister life should read cvii. pp. 178-182, of this little
+book.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>VI.</h2>
+
+
+<p>There is little need to dwell upon these crepuscular stirrings of
+popular Latin poetry in the earlier Middle Ages. To indicate their
+existence was necessary; for they serve to link by a dim and fragile
+thread of evolution the decadent art of the base Empire with the
+renascence of paganism attempted in the twelfth century, and thus to
+connect that dawn of modern feeling with the orient splendours of the
+fourteenth and fifteenth centuries in Italy.</p>
+
+<p>The first point to notice is the dominance of music in this verse, and
+the subjugation of the classic metres to its influence. A deeply
+significant transition has been effected from the <i>versus</i> to the
+<i>modulus</i> by the substitution of accent for quantity, and by the value
+given to purely <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span>melodic cadences. A long syllable and a short
+syllable have almost equal weight in this prosody, for the musical
+tone can be prolonged or shortened upon either. So now the
+<i>cantilena</i>, rather than the <i>metron</i>, rules the flow of verse; but,
+at the same time, antique forms are still conventionally used, though
+violated in the using. In other words, the modern metres of the modern
+European races&mdash;the Italian Hendecasyllable, the French Alexandrine,
+the English Iambic and Trochaic rhythms&mdash;have been indicated; and a
+moment has been prepared when these measures shall tune themselves by
+means of emphasis and accent to song, before they take their place as
+literary schemes appealing to the ear in rhetoric. This phase, whereby
+the metres of antiquity pass into the rhythms of the modern races,
+implies the use of medieval Latin, still not unmindful of classic art,
+but governed now by music often of Teutonic origin, and further
+modified by affinities of prosody imported from Teutonic sources.</p>
+
+<p>The next point to note is that, in this process of transition, popular
+ecclesiastical poetry takes precedence of secular. The great rhyming
+structures of the Middle Ages, which exercised so wide an influence
+over early European literature, were invented for the service of the
+Church&mdash;voluminous systems of recurrent double rhymes, intricate
+rhythms moulded upon tunes for chanting, solid melodic fabrics, which,
+having once been formed, were used for lighter efforts of the fancy,
+or lent their ponderous effects to parody. Thus, in the first half of
+the centuries which intervene between the extinction of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> genuine
+Roman Empire and the year 1300, ecclesiastical poetry took the lead in
+creating and popularising new established types of verse, and in
+rendering the spoken Latin pliable for various purposes of art.</p>
+
+<p>A third point worthy of attention is, that a certain breath of
+paganism, wafting perfumes from the old mythology, whispering of gods
+in exile, encouraging men to accept their life on earth with genial
+enjoyment, was never wholly absent during the darkest periods of the
+Middle Ages. This inspiration uttered itself in Latin; for we have
+little reason to believe that the modern languages had yet attained
+plasticity enough for the expression of that specific note which
+belongs to the Renaissance&mdash;the note of humanity conscious of its
+Gr&aelig;co-Roman pagan past. This Latin, meanwhile, which it employed was
+fabricated by the Church and used by men of learning.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>VII.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The songs of the Wandering Students were in a strict sense <i>moduli</i> as
+distinguished from <i>versus</i>; popular and not scholastic. They were,
+however, composed by men of culture, imbued with classical learning of
+some sort, and prepared by scholarship for the deftest and most
+delicate manipulation of the Latin language.</p>
+
+<p>Who were these Wandering Students, so often mentioned, and of whom
+nothing has been as yet related? As their name implies, they were men,
+and for the most<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> part young men, travelling from university to
+university in search of knowledge. Far from their homes, without
+responsibilities, light of purse and light of heart, careless and
+pleasure-seeking, they ran a free, disreputable course, frequenting
+taverns at least as much as lecture-rooms, more capable of pronouncing
+judgment upon wine or women than upon a problem of divinity or logic.
+The conditions of medieval learning made it necessary to study
+different sciences in different parts of Europe; and a fixed habit of
+unrest, which seems to have pervaded society after the period of the
+Crusades, encouraged vagabondage in all classes. The extent to which
+travelling was carried in the Middle Ages for purposes of pilgrimage
+and commerce, out of pure curiosity or love of knowledge, for the
+bettering of trade in handicrafts or for self-improvement in the
+sciences, has only of late years been estimated at a just calculation.
+"The scholars," wrote a monk of Froidmont in the twelfth century, "are
+wont to roam around the world and visit all its cities, till much
+learning makes them mad; for in Paris they seek liberal arts, in
+Orleans authors, at Salerno gallipots, at Toledo demons, and in no
+place decent manners."</p>
+
+<p>These pilgrims to the shrines of knowledge formed a class apart. They
+were distinguished from the secular and religious clergy, inasmuch as
+they had taken no orders, or only minor orders, held no benefice or
+cure, and had entered into no conventual community. They were still
+more sharply distinguished from the laity,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> whom they scorned as
+brutes, and with whom they seem to have lived on terms of mutual
+hostility. One of these vagabond gownsmen would scarcely condescend to
+drink with a townsman:<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i9">"In aeterno igni<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Cruciantur rustici, qui non sunt tam digni<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quod bibisse noverint bonum vinum vini."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Aestimetur laicus ut brutus,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nam ad artem surdus est et mutus."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Litteratos convocat decus virginale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Laicorum execrat pectus bestiale."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>In a parody of the Mass, which is called <i>Officium Lusorum,</i> and in
+which the prayers are offered to Bacchus, we find this devout
+collect:<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a>&mdash;"Omnipotens sempiterne deus, qui inter rusticos et
+clericos magnam discordiam seminasti, praesta quaesumus de laboribus
+eorum vivere, de mulieribus ipsorum vero et de morte deciorum semper
+gaudere."</p>
+
+<p>The English version of this ribald prayer is even more explicit. It
+runs thus:&mdash;"Deus qui multitudinem rusticorum ad servitium clericorum
+venire fecisti et militum et inter nos et ipsos discordiam seminasti."</p>
+
+<p>It is open to doubt whether the <i>milites</i> or soldiers were included
+with the rustics in that laity, for which the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span>students felt so bitter
+a contempt. But the tenor of some poems on love, especially the
+<i>Dispute of Phyllis and Flora</i>, shows that the student claimed a
+certain superiority over the soldier. This antagonism between clerk
+and rustic was heartily reciprocated. In a song on taverns the student
+is warned that he may meet with rough treatment from the
+clodhopper:<a name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O clerici dilecti,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Discite vitare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tabernam horribilem,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Qui cupitis regnare;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nec audeant vos rustici<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Plagis verberare!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Rusticus dum se<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sentit ebriatum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clericum non reputat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Militem armatum.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Vere plane consulo<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ut abstineatis,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nec unquam cum rusticis<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tabernam ineatis."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The affinities of the Wandering Students were rather with the Church
+than with laymen of any degree. They piqued themselves upon their
+title of <i>Clerici</i>, and added the epithet of <i>Vagi</i>. We shall see in
+the sequel that they stood in a peculiar relation of dependence upon
+ecclesiastical society.</p>
+
+<p>According to tendencies prevalent in the Middle Ages, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span>they became a
+sort of guild, and proclaimed themselves with pride an Order. Nothing
+is more clearly marked in their poetry than the <i>esprit de corps</i>,
+which animates them with a cordial sense of brotherhood.<a name="FNanchor_9_9" id="FNanchor_9_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> The same
+tendencies which prompted their association required that they should
+have a patron saint. But as the confraternity was anything but
+religious, this saint, or rather this eponymous hero, had to be a
+Rabelaisian character. He was called Golias, and his flock received
+the generic name of Goliardi. Golias was father and master; the
+Goliardi were his family, his sons, and pupils. <i>Familia Goliae</i>,
+<i>Magister Golias</i>, <i>Pueri Goliae</i>, <i>Discipulus Goliae</i>, are phrases to
+be culled from the rubrics of their literature.</p>
+
+<p>Much has been conjectured regarding these names and titles. Was Golias
+a real person? Did he give his own name to the Goliardi; or was he
+invented after the Goliardi had already acquired their designation? In
+either case, ought we to connect both words with the Latin <i>gula</i>, and
+so regard the Goliardi as notable gluttons; or with the Proven&ccedil;al
+<i>goliar</i>, <i>gualiar</i>, <i>gualiardor</i>, which carry a significance of
+deceit? Had Golias anything to do with Goliath of the Bible, the great
+Philistine, who in the present day would more properly be chosen as
+the hero of those classes which the students held in horror?</p>
+
+<p>It is not easy to answer these questions. All we know for certain is,
+that the term Goliardus was in common medieval use, and was employed
+as a synonym for <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span>Wandering Scholar in ecclesiastical documents. <i>Vagi
+scholares aut Goliardi&mdash;joculatores, goliardi seu bufones&mdash;goliardia
+vel histrionatus&mdash;vagi scholares qui goliardi vel histriones alio
+nomine appellantur&mdash;clerici ribaudi, maxime qui dicuntur de familia
+Goliae</i>: so run the acts of several Church Councils.<a name="FNanchor_10_10" id="FNanchor_10_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> The word
+passed into modern languages. The <i>Grandes Chroniques de S. Denis</i>
+speak of <i>jugleor, enchanteor, goliardois, et autres mani&egrave;res de
+menestrieux</i>. Chaucer, in his description of the Miller, calls this
+merry narrator of fabliaux <i>a jangler and a goliardeis</i>. In <i>Piers
+Ploughman</i> the <i>goliardeis</i> is further explained to be <i>a glutton of
+words</i>, and talks in Latin rhyme.<a name="FNanchor_11_11" id="FNanchor_11_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a></p>
+
+<p>Giraldus Cambrensis, during whose lifetime the name Golias first came
+into vogue, thought that this father of the Goliardic family was a
+real person.<a name="FNanchor_12_12" id="FNanchor_12_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> He writes of him thus:&mdash;"A certain parasite called
+Golias, who in our time obtained wide notoriety for his gluttony and
+lechery, and by addiction to gulosity and debauchery deserved his
+surname, being of excellent culture but of bad manners, and of no
+moral discipline, uttered oftentimes and in many forms, both of rhythm
+and metre, infamous libels against the Pope and Curia of Rome, with no
+less impudence than imprudence." This is perhaps the most outspoken
+utterance with regard to the eponymous hero of the Goliardic class
+which we possess, and it deserves a close inspection.</p>
+
+<p>In the first place, Giraldus attributes the satiric poems <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span>which
+passed under the name of Golias to a single author famous in his days,
+and says of this poet that he used both modern rhythms and classical
+metres. The description would apply to Gualtherus de Insula, Walter of
+Lille, or, as he is also called, Walter of Chatillon; for some of this
+Walter's satires are composed in a curious mixture of the rhyming
+measures of the medieval hymns with classical hexameters.<a name="FNanchor_13_13" id="FNanchor_13_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> Yet had
+Giraldus been pointing at Walter of Lille, a notable personage in his
+times, there is no good reason to suppose that he would have
+suppressed his real name, or have taken for granted that Golias was a
+<i>bona fide</i> surname. On the theory that he knew Golias to be a mere
+nickname, and was aware that Walter of Lille was the actual satirist,
+we should have to explain his paragraph by the hypothesis that he
+chose to sneer at him under his <i>nom de guerre</i> instead of
+stigmatising him openly in person.</p>
+
+<p>His remarks, at any rate, go far toward disposing of the old belief
+that the Goliardic satires were the work of Thomas Mapes. Giraldus was
+an intimate friend of that worthy, who deserves well of all lovers of
+medieval romance as a principal contributor to the Arthurian cycle. It
+is hardly possible that Giraldus should have gibbeted such a man under
+the sobriquet of Golias.</p>
+
+<p>But what, it may be asked, if Walter of Lille, without <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span>the cognisance
+of our English annalist, had in France obtained the chief fame of
+these poems? what if they afterwards were attributed in England to
+another Walter, his contemporary, himself a satirist of the monastic
+orders? The fact that Walter of Lille was known in Latin as Gualtherus
+de Insula, or Walter of the Island, may have confirmed the
+misapprehension thus suggested. It should be added that the ascription
+of the Goliardic satires to Walter Mapes or Map first occurs in MSS.
+of the fourteenth century.</p>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> See the drinking song printed in <i>Walter Mapes</i>, p. xlv.,
+and <i>Carm. Bur.</i>, pp. 198, 179.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <i>Carm. Bur.</i>, p. 249, note. There is a variation in the
+parody printed by Wright, <i>Rel. Antiq.</i>, ii.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_8" id="Footnote_8_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> See A.P. von B&auml;rnstein's little volume, <i>Ubi sunt qui
+ante nos</i>, p. 46.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_9" id="Footnote_9_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> See especially the songs <i>Ordo Noster</i> and <i>Nos
+Vagabunduli</i>, translated below in Section xiii.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_10" id="Footnote_10_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> See Wright's introduction to <i>Walter Mapes</i>.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_11" id="Footnote_11_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> Ibid.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_12" id="Footnote_12_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> Ibid.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_13" id="Footnote_13_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> See M&uuml;ldner, <i>Die zehn Gedichte des Walther von Lille</i>.
+1859. Walter Mapes (ed. Wright) is credited with five of these
+satires, including two which close each stanza with a hexameter from
+Juvenal, Virgil, Ovid, Lucan, Horace.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>VIII.</h2>
+
+
+<p>I do not think there is much probability of arriving at certainty with
+regard to the problems indicated in the foregoing section. We must be
+content to accept the names Golias and Goliardi as we find them, and
+to treat of this literature as the product of a class, from the midst
+of which, as it is clear to any critic, more than one poet rose to
+eminence.</p>
+
+<p>One thing appears manifest from the references to the Goliardi which I
+have already quoted. That is, that the Wandering Students ranked in
+common estimation with jongleurs, buffoons, and minstrels. Both
+classes held a similar place in medieval society. Both were parasites
+devoted to the entertainment of their superiors in rank. Both were
+unattached, except by occasional engagements, to any fixed abode. But
+while the minstrels found their temporary homes in the castles of the
+nobility, we have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> reason to believe that the Goliardi haunted abbeys
+and amused the leisure of ecclesiastical lords.</p>
+
+<p>The personality of the writer disappears in nearly all the <i>Carmina
+Vagorum</i>. Instead of a poet with a name, we find a type; and the verse
+is put into the mouth of Golias himself, or the Archipoeta, or the
+Primate of the order. This merging of the individual in the class of
+which he forms a part is eminently characteristic of popular
+literature, and separates the Goliardic songs from those of the
+Proven&ccedil;al Troubadours. The emotions to which popular poetry gives
+expression are generic rather than personal. They are such that all
+the world, granted common sympathies and common proclivities, can feel
+them and adopt the mode of utterance invented for them by the singer.
+If there be any bar to their universal acceptance, it is only such as
+may belong to the peculiar conditions of the social class from which
+they have emanated. The <i>Rispetti</i> of Tuscany imply a certain form of
+peasant life. The <i>Carmina Vagorum</i> are coloured to some extent by the
+prejudices and proclivities of vagabond existence.</p>
+
+<p>Trenchantly true as the inspiration of a popular lyric may be,
+inevitable as may be the justice of its sentiment, unerring as may be
+its touch upon reality, still it lacks the note which marks it out for
+one man's utterance among a thousand. Composing it, the one has made
+himself the mouthpiece of the thousand. What the <i>Volkslied</i> gains in
+universality it loses in individuality of character. Its applicability
+to human nature at large is<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> obtained at the sacrifice of that
+interest which belongs to special circumstances. It suits every one
+who grieves or loves or triumphs. It does not indicate the love, the
+grief, the triumph of this man and no other. It possesses the pathos
+and the beauty of countless human lives prolonged through inarticulate
+generations, finding utterance at last in it. It is deficient in that
+particular intonation which makes a Shelley's voice differ from a
+Leopardi's, Petrarch's sonnets for Laura differ from Sidney's sonnets
+for Stella. It has always less of perceptible artistic effect, more
+enduring human quality. Some few of its lines are so well found, so
+rightly said, that they possess the certainty of natural things&mdash;a
+quality rare in the works of all but the greatest known poets. But
+these phrases with the accent of truest truth are often embedded in
+mere generalities and repetitions.</p>
+
+<p>These characteristics of popular poetry help to explain the frequent
+recurrence of the same ideas, the same expressions, the same stanzas
+even, in the lyrics of the Goliardi. A <i>Volkslied</i>, once created,
+becomes common property. It flies abroad like thistledown; settles and
+sows its seed; is maimed and mutilated; is improved or altered for the
+worse; is curtailed, expanded, adapted to divers purposes at different
+times and in very different relations.</p>
+
+<p>We may dismiss the problem of authorship partly as insoluble, partly
+as of slight importance for a literature which is manifestly popular.
+With even greater brevity may the problem of nationality be disposed
+of. Some<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span> critics have claimed an Italian, some an English, some a
+French, and some a German origin for the <i>Carmina Vagorum</i>. The truth
+is that, just as the <i>Clerici Vagi</i> were themselves of all nations, so
+were their songs; and the use of a Latin common to all Europe in the
+Middle Ages renders it difficult even to conjecture the soil from
+which any particular lyric may have sprung. As is natural, a German
+codex contains more songs of Teutonic origin; an English displays
+greater abundance of English compositions. I have already observed
+that our two chief sources of Goliardic literature have many elements
+in common; but the treasures of the Benedictbeuern MS. differ in
+complexion from those of the Harleian in important minor details; and
+it is probable that if French and Italian stores were properly
+ransacked&mdash;which has not yet been done&mdash;we should note in them similar
+characteristic divergences.</p>
+
+<p>The <i>Carmina Burana</i>, by their frequent references to linden-trees and
+nightingales, and their numerous German refrains, indicate a German
+home for the poems on spring and love, in which they are specially
+rich.<a name="FNanchor_14_14" id="FNanchor_14_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> The collections of our own land have an English turn of
+political thought; the names Anglia and Anglus not unfrequently occur;
+and the use of the word "Schellinck" in one of the <i>Carmina Burana</i>
+may point, perhaps, to an <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span>English origin. France claims her own, not
+only in the acknowledged pieces of Walter de Lille, but also in a few
+which exhibit old French refrains. To Italian conditions, if not to
+Italian poets, we may refer those that introduce spreading pines or
+olive-trees into their pictures, and one which yields the refrain
+<i>Bela mia</i>. The most important lyric of the series, <i>Golias'
+Confession</i>, was undoubtedly written at Pavia, but whether by an
+Italian or not we do not know. The probability is rather, perhaps, in
+favour of Teutonic authorship, since this <i>Confession</i> is addressed to
+a German prelate. Here it may be noticed that the proper names of
+places and people are frequently altered to suit different countries;
+while in some cases they are indicated by an N, sufficiently
+suggestive of their generality. Thus the <i>Confession of Golias</i> in the
+<i>Carmina Burana</i> mentions <i>Electe Coloniae</i>; in an English version,
+introduces <i>Praesul Coventriae</i>. The prayer for alms, which I have
+translated in Section xiii., is addressed to <i>Decus N&mdash;&mdash;</i>, thou
+honour of Norwich town, or Wittenberg, or wherever the wandering
+scholar may have chanced to be.</p>
+
+<p>With regard to the form and diction of the <i>Carmina Vagorum</i>, it is
+enough to say two things at the present time. First, a large portion
+of these pieces, including a majority of the satires and longer
+descriptive poems, are composed in measures borrowed from hymnology,
+follow the diction of the Church, and imitate the double-rhyming
+rhythms of her sequences. It is not unnatural, this being the case,
+that parodies of hymns should be comparatively common.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> Of these I
+shall produce some specimens in the course of this study. Secondly,
+those which do not exhibit popular hymn measures are clearly written
+for melodies, some of them very complicated in structure, suggesting
+part-songs and madrigals, with curious interlacing of long and short
+lines, double and single rhymes, recurrent ritournelles, and so forth.</p>
+
+<p>The ingenuity with which these poets adapted their language to the
+exigencies of the tune, taxing the fertility of Latin rhymes, and
+setting off the long sonorous words to great advantage, deserves
+admiring comment. At their best, it is almost impossible to reproduce
+in English the peculiar effects of their melodic artifices. But there
+is another side to the matter. At their worst, these Latin lyrics,
+moulded on a tune, degenerate into disjointed verbiage, sound and
+adaptation to song prevailing over sense and satisfaction to the mind.
+It must, however, be remembered that such lyrics, sometimes now almost
+unintelligible, have come down to us with a very mutilated text, after
+suffering the degradations through frequent oral transmission to which
+popular poetry is peculiarly liable.</p>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_14" id="Footnote_14_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_14"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> The more I study the songs of love and wine in this
+codex, the more convinced am I that they have their origin for the
+most part in South-Western Germany, Bavaria, the Bodensee, and
+Elsass.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>IX.</h2>
+
+
+<p>It is easier to say what the Goliardi wrote about than who the writers
+were, and what they felt and thought than by what names they were
+baptised. The mass of their literature, as it is at present known to
+us, divides<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> into two broad classes. The one division includes poems
+on the themes of vagabond existence, the truant life of these
+capricious students; on spring-time and its rural pleasure; on love in
+many phases and for divers kinds of women; lastly, on wine and on the
+dice-box. The other division is devoted to graver topics; to satires
+on society, touching especially the Roman Court, and criticising
+eminent ecclesiastics in all countries; to moral dissertations, and to
+discourses on the brevity of life.</p>
+
+<p>Of the two divisions, the former yields by far the livelier image of
+the men we have to deal with. It will therefore form the staple of my
+argument. The latter blends at so many points with medieval literature
+of the monastic kind, that it is chiefly distinguished by boldness of
+censure and sincerity of invective. In these qualities the serious
+poems of the Goliardi, emanating from a class of men who moved behind
+the scenes and yet were free to speak their thoughts, are unique.
+Written with the satirist's eye upon the object of his sarcasm, tinged
+with the license of his vagabondage, throbbing with the passionate and
+nonchalant afflatus of the wine-cup, they wing their flight like
+poisoned arrows or plumed serpents with unerring straightness at
+abuses in high places.</p>
+
+<p>The wide space occupied by Nature in the secular poems of the Goliardi
+is remarkable. As a background to their love-songs we always find the
+woods and fields of May, abundant flowers and gushing rivulets,
+lime-trees and pines and olive-trees, through which soft winds are
+blowing. There are rose-bowers and nightingales; fauns,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> nymphs, and
+satyrs dancing on the sward. Choirs of mortal maidens emerge in the
+midst of this Claude-landscape. The scene, meanwhile, has been painted
+from experience, and felt with the enthusiasm of affection. It
+breathes of healthy open air, of life upon the road, of casual joys
+and wayside pleasure, snatched with careless heart by men whose tastes
+are natural. There is very little of the alcove or the closet in this
+verse; and the touch upon the world is so infantine, so tender, that
+we are indulgent to the generalities with which the poets deal.</p>
+
+<p>What has been said about popular poetry applies also to popular
+painting. In the landscapes of Goliardic literature there is nothing
+specific to a single locality&mdash;no name like Vaucluse, no pregnant
+touch that indicates one scene selected from a thousand. The landscape
+is always a background, more northern or more southern as the case may
+be, but penetrated with the feeling of the man who has been happy or
+has suffered there. This feeling, broadly, sensuously diffused, as in
+a masterpiece of Titian, prepares us for the human element to be
+exhibited.</p>
+
+<p>The foreground of these pictures is occupied by a pair of lovers
+meeting after the long winter's separation, a dance upon the village
+green, a young man gazing on the mistress he adores, a disconsolate
+exile from his home, the courtship of a student and a rustic beauty,
+or perhaps the grieved and melancholy figure of one whose sweetheart
+has proved faithless. Such actors in the comedy of life are defined
+with fervent intensity of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> touch against the leafy vistas of the
+scene. The lyrical cry emerges clear and sharp in all that concerns
+their humanity.</p>
+
+<p>The quality of love expressed is far from being either platonic or
+chivalrous. It is love of the sensuous, impulsive, appetitive kind, to
+which we give the name of Pagan. The finest outbursts of passion are
+emanations from a potent sexual desire. Meanwhile, nothing indicates
+the character or moral quality of either man or woman. The student and
+the girl are always <i>vis-&agrave;-vis</i>, fixed characters in this lyrical
+love-drama. He calls her Phyllis, Flora, Lydia, Glycerion, Caecilia.
+He remains unnamed, his physical emotion sufficing for personal
+description. The divinity presiding over them is Venus. Jove and
+Danae, Cupid and the Graces, Paris and Helen, follow in her train. All
+the current classical mythology is laid under cheap contribution. Yet
+the central emotion, the young man's heart's desire, is so vividly
+portrayed, that we seem to be overhearing the triumphant ebullition or
+the melancholy love-lament of a real soul.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>X.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The sentiment of love is so important in the songs of the Wandering
+Students, that it may not be superfluous at this point to cull a few
+emphatic phrases which illustrate the core of their emotion, and to
+present these in the original Latin.</p>
+
+<p>I may first observe to what a large extent the ideas of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> spring and of
+female society were connected at that epoch. Winter was a dreary
+period, during which a man bore his fate and suffered. He emerged from
+it into sunshine, brightened by the intercourse with women, which was
+then made possible. This is how the winter is described:<a name="FNanchor_15_15" id="FNanchor_15_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"In omni loco congruo<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sermonis oblectatio<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cum sexu femineo<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Evanuit omni modo."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Of the true love-songs, only one refers expressly to the winter
+season. That, however, is the lyric upon Flora, which contains a
+detailed study of plastic form in the bold spirit of the Goliardic
+style.<a name="FNanchor_16_16" id="FNanchor_16_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a></p>
+
+<p>The particularity with which the personal charms of women are
+described deserves attention. The portrait of Flora, to which I have
+just alluded, might be cited as one of the best specimens. But the
+slightest shades are discriminated, as in this touch:<a name="FNanchor_17_17" id="FNanchor_17_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Labellulis<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Castigate tumentibus."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>One girl has long tawny tresses: <i>Caesaries subrubea</i>. Another is
+praised for the masses of her dark hair: <i>Frons nimirum coronata,
+supercilium nigrata</i>. Roses and lilies vie, of course, upon the cheeks
+of all; and sometimes their <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span>sweetness surpasses the lily of the
+valley. From time to time a touch of truer poetry occurs; as, for
+instance<a name="FNanchor_18_18" id="FNanchor_18_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O decora super ora<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Belli Absalonis!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Or take again the outburst of passion in this stanza, where both the
+rhythm and the ponderous Latin words, together with the abrupt
+transition from the third to the fourth line, express a fine
+exaltation:<a name="FNanchor_19_19" id="FNanchor_19_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Frons et gula, labra, mentum<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dant amoris alimentum;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crines ejus adamavi,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quoniam fuere flavi."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The same kind of enthusiasm is more elaborately worked out in the
+following comparisons:<a name="FNanchor_20_20" id="FNanchor_20_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Matutini sideris<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jubar praeis,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Et lilium<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rosaque periere:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Micat ebur dentium<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Per labium,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ut Sirium<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Credat quis enitere."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>As might be expected, such lovers were not satisfied with
+contemplative pleasures:<a name="FNanchor_21_21" id="FNanchor_21_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a>&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Visu, colloquio,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Contactu, basio,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Frui virgo dederat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sed aberat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Linea posterior<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Et melior amori,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quam nisi transiero,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">De cetero<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sunt quae dantur alia<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Materia furori."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The conclusion of this song, which, taken in its integrity, deserves
+to be regarded as typical of what is pagan in this erotic literature,
+may be studied in the Appendix to <i>Carmina Burana</i>.</p>
+
+<p>Occasionally the lover's desire touches a higher point of
+spirituality:<a name="FNanchor_22_22" id="FNanchor_22_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</a>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Non tactu sanabor labiorum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nisi cor unum fiat duorum<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Et idem velle. Vale, flos florum!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Occasionally, the sensuous fervour assumes a passionate
+intensity:<a name="FNanchor_23_23" id="FNanchor_23_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_23" class="fnanchor">[23]</a>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Nocte cum ea si dormiero,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Si sua labra semel suxero,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mortem subire, placenter obire, vitamque finire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Libens potero."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Very rarely there is a strong desire expressed for fidelity, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span>as in a
+beautiful lyric of absence, which I hope to give translated in full in
+my 17th Section.</p>
+
+<p>But the end to be attained is always such as is summed up in these
+brief words placed upon a girl's lips:<a name="FNanchor_24_24" id="FNanchor_24_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_24" class="fnanchor">[24]</a>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Dulcissime,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Totam tibi subdo me."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>And the motto of both sexes is this:<a name="FNanchor_25_25" id="FNanchor_25_25"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_25" class="fnanchor">[25]</a>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Quicquid agant alii,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Juvenes amemus."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>It may be added, in conclusion, that the sweethearts of our students
+seem to have been mostly girls of the working and rustic classes,
+sometimes women of bad fame, rarely married women. In no case that has
+come beneath my notice is there any hint that one of them aspired to
+such amours with noble ladies as distinguished the Troubadours. A
+democratic tone, a tone of the proletariate, is rather strangely blent
+with the display of learning, and with the more than common literary
+skill apparent in their work.</p>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_15" id="Footnote_15_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_15"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> <i>Carm. Bur.</i>, p. 174.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_16" id="Footnote_16_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_16"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> Ibid., p. 149, translated below in Section<a href="#XVII"> xvii.</a></p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_17" id="Footnote_17_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_17"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> Ibid., p. 130.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_18" id="Footnote_18_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_18"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <i>Carm. Bur.</i>, p. 200.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_19" id="Footnote_19_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_19"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> Ibid., p. 231.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_20" id="Footnote_20_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_20"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> Ibid., p. 121.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_21" id="Footnote_21_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_21"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> Ibid., p. 135.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_22" id="Footnote_22_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_22"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <i>Carm. Bur.</i>, p. 145.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_23" id="Footnote_23_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_23"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> Ibid., p. 230.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>XI.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The drinking-songs are equally spontaneous and fresh. Anacreon pales
+before the brilliancy of the Archipoeta when wine is in his veins, and
+the fountain of the Bacchic chant swells with gushes of strongly
+emphasised bold <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span>double rhymes, each throbbing like a man's firm
+stroke upon the strings of lyres. A fine audacity breathes through the
+praises of the wine-god, sometimes rising to lyric rapture, sometimes
+sinking to parody and innuendo, but always carrying the bard on
+rolling wheels along the paths of song. The reality of the inspiration
+is indubitable. These Bacchanalian choruses have been indited in the
+tavern, with a crowd of topers round the poet, with the rattle of the
+dice-box ringing in his ears, and with the facile maidens of his
+volatile amours draining the wine-cup at his elbow.</p>
+
+<p>Wine is celebrated as the source of pleasure in social life,
+provocative of love, parent of poetry:<a name="FNanchor_26_26" id="FNanchor_26_26"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_26" class="fnanchor">[26]</a>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Bacchus forte superans<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pectora virorum<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In amorem concitat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Animos eorum.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Bacchus saepe visitans<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mulierum genus<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Facit eas subditas<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tibi, O tu Venus!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>From his temple, the tavern, water-drinkers and fastidious persons are
+peremptorily warned:<a name="FNanchor_27_27" id="FNanchor_27_27"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_27" class="fnanchor">[27]</a>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Qui potare non potestis,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ite procul ab his festis;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Non est hic locus modestis:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Devitantur plus quam pestis."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p><p>The tavern is loved better than the church, and a bowl of wine than
+the sacramental chalice:<a name="FNanchor_28_28" id="FNanchor_28_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_28" class="fnanchor">[28]</a>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Magis quam ecclesiam<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Diligo tabernam."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Mihi sapit dulcius<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Vinum de taberna,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quam quod aqua miscuit<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Praesulis pincerna."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>As in the love-songs, so in these drinking-songs we find no lack of
+mythological allusions. Nor are the grammatical quibbles, which might
+also have been indicated as a defect of the erotic poetry, conspicuous
+by absence. But both alike are impotent to break the spell of evident
+sincerity. We discount them as belonging to the euphuism of a certain
+epoch, and are rather surprised than otherwise that they should not be
+more apparent. The real and serious defect of Goliardic literature is
+not affectation, but something very different, which I shall try to
+indicate in the last Section of this treatise. Venus and Helen, Liber
+and Lyaeus, are but the current coin of poetic diction common to the
+whole student class. These Olympian deities merge without a note of
+discord into the dim background of a medieval pothouse or the sylvan
+shades of some ephemeral amour, leaving the realism of natural
+appetite in either case untouched.</p>
+
+<p>It is by no means the thin and conventional sprinkling of classical
+erudition which makes these poems of the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span>Goliardi pagan, and reminds
+the student of Renaissance art. Conversely, the scholastic plays on
+words which they contain do not stamp them out as medieval. Both of
+these qualities are <i>rococo</i> and superficial rather than essential and
+distinctive in their style. After making due allowances for either
+element of oddity, a true connoisseur will gratefully appreciate the
+spontaneous note of enjoyment, the disengagement from ties and duties
+imposed by temporal respectability, the frank animalism, which
+connects these vivid hymns to Bacchus and Venus with past Aristophanes
+and future Rabelais. They celebrate the eternal presence of
+mirth-making powers in hearts of men, apart from time and place and
+varying dogmas which do not concern deities of Nature.</p>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_24" id="Footnote_24_24"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_24"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> <i>Carm. Bur.</i>, p. 133.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_25" id="Footnote_25_25"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_25"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> Ibid., p. 251.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_26" id="Footnote_26_26"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_26"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> <i>Carm. Bur.</i>, p. 238.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_27_27" id="Footnote_27_27"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_27"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> Ibid., p. 240.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_28_28" id="Footnote_28_28"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_28"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> Wright's <i>Walter Mapes</i>, p. xlv.; <i>Carm. Bur.</i>, p. 69.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>XII.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The time has now come for me to introduce my reader to the versions I
+have made from the songs of Wandering Students. I must remind him
+that, while the majority of these translations aim at literal
+exactness and close imitation of the originals in rhyme and structure,
+others are more paraphrastic. It has always been my creed that a good
+translation should resemble a plaster-cast; the English being <i>plaqu&egrave;</i>
+upon the original, so as to reproduce its exact form, although it
+cannot convey the effects of bronze or marble, which belong to the
+material of the work of art. But this method has not always seemed to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span>
+me the most desirable for rendering poems, an eminent quality of which
+is facility and spontaneity. In order to obtain that quality in our
+language, the form has occasionally to be sacrificed.</p>
+
+<p>What Coleridge has reported to have said of Southey may be applied to
+a translator. He too "is in some sort like an elegant setter of
+jewels; the stones are not his own: he gives them all the advantage of
+his art, but not their native brilliancy." I feel even more than this
+when I attempt translation, and reflect that, unlike the jeweller, it
+is my doom to reduce the lustre of the gems I handle, even if I do not
+substitute paste and pebbles. Yet I am frequently enticed to repeat
+experiments, which afterwards I regard in the light of failures. What
+allures me first is the pleasure of passing into that intimate
+familiarity with art which only a copyist or a translator enjoys. I am
+next impelled by the desire to fix the attention of readers on things
+which I admire, and which are possibly beyond their scope of view.
+Lastly comes that <i>ignis fatuus</i> of the hope, for ever renewed, if
+also for ever disappointed, that some addition may be made in this way
+to the wealth of English poetry. A few exquisite pieces in Latin
+literature, the Catullian <i>Ille mi par</i>, for example, a few in our
+own, such as Jonson's <i>Drink to me only with thine eyes</i>, are
+translations. Possibly the miracle of such poetic transmutation may be
+repeated for me; possibly an English song may come to birth by my
+means also. With this hope in view, the translator is strongly tempted
+to engraft upon his versions elegances<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> in the spirit of his native
+language, or to use the motives of the original for improvisations in
+his own manner. I must plead guilty to having here and there yielded
+to this temptation, as may appear upon comparison of my English with
+the Latin. All translation is a compromise; and while being conscious
+of having to sacrifice much, the translator finds himself often
+seeking to add something as a makeweight.</p>
+
+<p>I shall divide my specimens into nine Sections. The first will include
+those which deal with the Order of Wandering Students in general,
+winding up with the <i>Confession</i> ascribed to Golias, the father of the
+family. The second, third, fourth, and fifth are closely connected,
+since they contain spring-songs, pastorals, descriptive poems touching
+upon love, and erotic lyrics. The sixth Section will be devoted to a
+few songs of exile, doubt, and sorrow. In the seventh we shall reach
+anacreontics on the theme of wine, passing in the eighth to parodies
+and comic pieces. Four or five serious compositions will close the
+list in the ninth Section.</p>
+
+<p>At the end of the book I mean to print a table containing detailed
+references to the originals of the songs I have chosen for
+translation, together with an index of the principal works that have
+been published on this subject.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p>
+<h2>XIII.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The first song which concerns the Order of Wandering Students in
+general has been attributed to the Archipoeta or head-bard of the
+guild. Whoever this poet may have been, it is to him that we owe the
+<i>Confession of Golias</i>, by far the most spirited composition of the
+whole Goliardic species. I do not think the style of the poem on the
+Order, though it belongs to a good period, justifies our ascribing it
+to so inspired and genial a lyrist.</p>
+
+<p>The argument runs as follows. Just as commission was given to the
+Apostles to go forth and preach in the whole world, so have the
+Wandering Students a vocation to travel, and to test the hearts of men
+wherever they may sojourn. A burlesque turn is given to this function
+of the <i>Vagi</i>. Yet their consciousness of a satiric mission, their
+willingness to pose as critics of society from the independent
+vantage-ground of vagabondage, seems seriously hinted at.</p>
+
+<p>The chief part of the song is devoted to a description of the
+comprehensive nature of the Order, which receives all sorts and
+conditions of men, and makes no distinction of nationality. The
+habitual poverty of its members, their favourite pastimes and vices,
+their love of gaming and hatred of early rising, are set forth with
+some humour.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ON_THE_ORDER_OF_WANDERING_STUDENTS" id="ON_THE_ORDER_OF_WANDERING_STUDENTS"></a>ON THE ORDER OF WANDERING STUDENTS.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 1.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At the mandate, Go ye forth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through the whole world hurry!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Priests tramp out toward south and north,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Monks and hermits skurry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Levites smooth the gospel leave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bent on ambulation;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each and all to our sect cleave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which is life's salvation.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In this sect of ours 'tis writ:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Prove all things in season;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weigh this life and judge of it<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By your riper reason;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Gainst all evil clerks be you<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Steadfast in resistance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who refuse large tithe and due<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Unto your subsistence.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Marquesses, Bavarians,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Austrians and Saxons,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Noblemen and chiefs of clans,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Glorious by your actions!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Listen, comrades all, I pray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To these new decretals:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Misers they must meet decay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Niggardly gold-beetles.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We the laws of charity<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Found, nor let them crumble;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For into our order we<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Take both high and humble;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rich and poor men we receive,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In our bosom cherish;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Welcome those the shavelings leave<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At their doors to perish.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We receive the tonsured monk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let him take his pittance;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the parson with his punk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If he craves admittance;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Masters with their bands of boys,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Priests with high dominion;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the scholar who enjoys<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Just one coat's our minion!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This our sect doth entertain<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Just men and unjust ones;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Halt, lame, weak of limb or brain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Strong men and robust ones;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those who flourish in their pride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Those whom age makes stupid;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Frigid folk and hot folk fried<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the fires of Cupid.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tranquil souls and bellicose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Peacemaker and foeman;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span><span class="i0">Czech and Hun, and mixed with those<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">German, Slav, and Roman;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Men of middling size and weight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dwarfs and giants mighty;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Men of modest heart and state,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Vain men, proud and flighty.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of the Wanderers' order I<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tell the Legislature&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They whose life is free and high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gentle too their nature&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They who'd rather scrape a fat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dish in gravy swimming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than in sooth to marvel at<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Barns with barley brimming.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now this order, as I ken,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is called sect or section,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since its sectaries are men<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Divers in complexion;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Therefore <i>hic</i> and <i>haec</i> and <i>hoc</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Suit it in declension,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since so multiform a flock<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Here finds comprehension.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This our order hath decried<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Matins with a warning;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For that certain phantoms glide<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the early morning,<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span><span class="i0">Whereby pass into man's brain<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Visions of vain folly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Early risers are insane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Racked by melancholy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This our order doth proscribe<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All the year round matins;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When they've left their beds, our tribe<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the tap sing latins;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There they call for wine for all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Roasted fowl and chicken;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hazard's threats no hearts appal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though his strokes still thicken.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This our order doth forbid<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Double clothes with loathing:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He whose nakedness is hid<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With one vest hath clothing:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soon one throws his cloak aside<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At the dice-box calling;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Next his girdle is untied,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While the cards are falling.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What I've said of upper clothes<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the nether reaches;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They who own a shirt, let those<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Think no more of breeches;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If one boasts big boots to use,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let him leave his gaiters;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span><span class="i0">They who this firm law refuse<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shall be counted traitors.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No one, none shall wander forth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fasting from the table;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If thou'rt poor, from south and north<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beg as thou art able!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hath it not been often seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That one coin brings many,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When a gamester on the green<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Stakes his lucky penny?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No one on the road should walk<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Gainst the wind&mdash;'tis madness;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor in poverty shall stalk<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a face of sadness;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let him bear him bravely then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hope sustain his spirit;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">After heavy trials men<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Better luck inherit!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">While throughout the world you rove,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thus uphold your banners;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give these reasons why you prove<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hearts of men and manners:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"To reprove the reprobate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Probity approving,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Improbate from approbate<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To remove, I'm moving."<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<p>The next song is a lament for the decay of the Order and the
+suppression of its privileges. It was written, to all appearances, at
+a later date, and is inferior in style. The Goliardi had already, we
+learn from it, exchanged poverty for luxury. Instead of tramping on
+the hard hoof, they moved with a retinue of mounted servants. We seem
+to trace in the lament a change from habits of simple vagabondage to
+professional dependence, as minstrels and secretaries, upon men of
+rank in Church and State, which came over the Goliardic class. This
+poem, it may be mentioned, does not occur in the <i>Carmina Burana</i>, nor
+is it included among those which bear the name of Walter Mapes or Map.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="ON_THE_DECAY_OF_THE_ORDER" id="ON_THE_DECAY_OF_THE_ORDER"></a>ON THE DECAY OF THE ORDER.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 2.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Once (it was in days of yore)<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This our order flourished;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Popes, whom Cardinals adore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It with honours nourished;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Licences desirable<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They gave, nought desiring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While our prayers, the beads we tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Served us for our hiring.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now this order (so time runs)<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is made tributary;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the ruck of Adam's sons<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We must draw and carry;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span><span class="i0">Ground by common serfdom down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By our debts confounded,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Debts to market-place and town<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With the Jews compounded.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Once ('twas when the simple state<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of our order lasted)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All men praised us, no man's hate<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Harried us or wasted;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rates and taxes on our crew<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There was none to levy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the sect, douce men and true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Served God in a bevy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now some envious folks, who spy<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sumptuous equipages,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Horses, litters passing by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a host of pages,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say, "Unless their purses were<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Quite with wealth o'erflowing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They could never thus, I swear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Round about be going!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Such men do not think nor own<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How with toil we bend us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not to feed ourselves alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But the folk who tend us:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On all comers, all who come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We our substance lavish,<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Therefore 'tis a trifling sum<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For ourselves we ravish.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On this subject, at this time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What we've said suffices:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let us leave it, lead the rhyme<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Back to our devices:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We the miseries of this life<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bear with cheerful spirit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That Heaven's bounty after strife<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We may duly merit.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis a sign that God the Lord<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Will not let us perish,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since with scourge and rod and sword<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He our souls doth cherish;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He amid this vale of woes<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Makes us bear the burden,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That true joys in heaven's repose<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">May be ours for guerdon.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Next in order to these poems, which display the Wandering Students as
+a class, I will produce two that exhibit their mode of life in detail.
+The first is a begging petition, addressed by a scholar on the tramp
+to the great man of the place where he is staying. The name of the
+place, as I have already noticed, is only indicated by an N. The nasal
+whine of a suppliant for alms, begging, as Erasmus begged, not in the
+name of charity,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> but of learning, makes itself heard both in the
+rhyme and rhythm of the original Latin. I have tried to follow the
+sing-song doggerel.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="A_WANDERING_STUDENTS_PETITION" id="A_WANDERING_STUDENTS_PETITION"></a>A WANDERING STUDENT'S PETITION.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 3.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I, a wandering scholar lad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Born for toil and sadness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oftentimes am driven by<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Poverty to madness.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Literature and knowledge I<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fain would still be earning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were it not that want of pelf<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Makes me cease from learning.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">These torn clothes that cover me<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are too thin and rotten;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oft I have to suffer cold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By the warmth forgotten.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Scarce I can attend at church,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sing God's praises duly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mass and vespers both I miss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though I love them truly.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, thou pride of N&mdash;&mdash;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By thy worth I pray thee<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Give the suppliant help in need,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Heaven will sure repay thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Take a mind unto thee now<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like unto St. Martin;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clothe the pilgrim's nakedness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wish him well at parting.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So may God translate your soul<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Into peace eternal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the bliss of saints be yours<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In His realm supernal.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The second is a jovial <i>Song of the Open Road</i>, throbbing with the
+exhilaration of young life and madcap impudence. We must imagine that
+two vagabond students are drinking together before they part upon
+their several ways. One addresses the other as <i>frater catholice, vir
+apostolice</i>, vows to befriend him, and expounds the laws of loyalty
+which bind the brotherhood together. To the rest of the world they are
+a terror and a nuisance. Honest folk are jeeringly forbidden to beware
+of the <i>quadrivium</i>, which is apt to form a fourfold rogue instead of
+a scholar in four branches of knowledge.</p>
+
+<p>The Latin metre is so light, careless, and airy, that I must admit an
+almost complete failure to do it justice in my English version. The
+refrain appears intended to imitate a bugle-call.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="A_SONG_OF_THE_OPEN_ROAD" id="A_SONG_OF_THE_OPEN_ROAD"></a>A SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 4.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We in our wandering,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blithesome and squandering,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Tara, tantara, teino!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Eat to satiety,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drink with propriety;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Tara, tantara, teino!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Laugh till our sides we split,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rags on our hides we fit;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Tara, tantara, teino!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jesting eternally,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quaffing infernally:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Tara, tantara, teino!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Craft's in the bone of us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fear 'tis unknown of us:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Tara, tantara, teino!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When we're in neediness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thieve we with greediness:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Tara, tantara, teino!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Brother catholical,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Man apostolical,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Tara, tantara, teino!<br />
+</span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Say what you will have done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What you ask 'twill be done!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Tara, tantara, teino!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Folk, fear the toss of the<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Horns of philosophy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Tara, tantara, teino!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here comes a quadruple<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spoiler and prodigal!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Tara, tantara, teino!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">License and vanity<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pamper insanity:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Tara, tantara, teino!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As the Pope bade us do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brother to brother's true:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Tara, tantara, teino!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Brother, best friend, adieu!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now, I must part from you!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Tara, tantara, teino!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When will our meeting be?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Glad shall our greeting be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Tara, tantara, teino!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Vows valedictory<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now have the victory;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Tara, tantara, teino!<br />
+</span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Clasped on each other's breast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brother to brother pressed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Tara, tantara, teino!<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>In the fourth place I insert the <i>Confession of Golias</i>. This
+important composition lays bare the inner nature of a Wandering
+Student, describing his vagrant habits, his volatile and
+indiscriminate amours, his passion for the dice-box, his devotion to
+wine, and the poetic inspiration he was wont to draw from it.</p>
+
+<p>In England this <i>Confession</i> was attributed to Walter Map; and the
+famous drinking-song, on which the Archdeacon of Oxford's reputation
+principally rests in modern times, was extracted from the stanzas II
+<i>et seq.</i><a name="FNanchor_29_29" id="FNanchor_29_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_29" class="fnanchor">[29]</a> But, though Wright is unwilling to refuse Map such
+honour as may accrue to his fame from the composition, we have little
+reason to regard it as his work. The song was clearly written at
+Pavia&mdash;a point inexplicably overlooked by Wright in the note appended
+to stanza 9&mdash;and the Archbishop-elect of Cologne, who is appealed to
+by name in stanza 24, was Reinald von Dassel, a minister of Frederick
+Barbarossa. This circumstance enables us to determine the date of the
+poem between 1162 and 1165. When the <i>Confession</i> was manipulated for
+English readers, <i>Praesul Coventrensium, Praesul mibi cognite</i>, and <i>O
+pastor ecclesiae</i> were in several MS. redactions substituted for
+<i>Electe Coloniae</i>. Instead of <i>Papiae</i>, in stanza 8, we read <i>in
+mundo</i>; but in stanza 9, where the rhyme required it, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span><i>Papiae</i> was
+left standing&mdash;a sufficient indication of literary rehandling by a
+clumsy scribe. In the text of the <i>Carmina Burana</i>, the <i>Confession</i>
+winds up with a petition that Reinald von Dassel should employ the
+poet as a secretary, or should bestow some mark of his bounty upon
+him.</p>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_29_29" id="Footnote_29_29"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_29"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> Wright's <i>Walter Mapes</i>, p. xlv.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_CONFESSION_OF_GOLIAS" id="THE_CONFESSION_OF_GOLIAS"></a>THE CONFESSION OF GOLIAS.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 5.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Boiling in my spirit's veins<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With fierce indignation,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From my bitterness of soul<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Springs self-revelation:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Framed am I of flimsy stuff,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fit for levitation,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a thin leaf which the wind<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Scatters from its station.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">While it is the wise man's part<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With deliberation<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On a rock to base his heart's<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Permanent foundation,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a running river I<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Find my just equation,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which beneath the self-same sky<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hath no habitation.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Carried am I like a ship<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Left without a sailor,<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span><span class="i0">Like a bird that through the air<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flies where tempests hale her;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chains and fetters hold me not,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Naught avails a jailer;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still I find my fellows out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Toper, gamester, railer.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To my mind all gravity<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is a grave subjection;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweeter far than honey are<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jokes and free affection.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All that Venus bids me do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Do I with erection,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For she ne'er in heart of man<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dwelt with dull dejection.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Down the broad road do I run,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As the way of youth is;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Snare myself in sin, and ne'er<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Think where faith and truth is;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eager far for pleasure more<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Than soul's health, the sooth is,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For this flesh of mine I care,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Seek not ruth where ruth is.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Prelate, most discreet of priests,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Grant me absolution!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dear's the death whereof I die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sweet my dissolution;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span><span class="i0">For my heart is wounded by<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beauty's soft suffusion;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the girls I come not nigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mine are in illusion.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis most arduous to make<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nature's self surrender;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seeing girls, to blush and be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Purity's defender!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We young men our longings ne'er<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shall to stern law render,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or preserve our fancies from<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bodies smooth and tender.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who, when into fire he falls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Keeps himself from burning?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who within Pavia's walls<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fame of chaste is earning?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Venus with her finger calls<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Youths at every turning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Snares them with her eyes, and thralls<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With her amorous yearning.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If you brought Hippolitus<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To Pavia Sunday,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'd not be Hippolitus<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On the following Monday;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Venus there keeps holiday<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Every day as one day;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span><span class="i0">'Mid these towers in no tower dwells<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Venus Verecunda.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the second place I own<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the vice of gaming:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cold indeed outside I seem,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet my soul is flaming:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when once the dice-box hath<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Stripped me to my shaming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make I songs and verses fit<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the world's acclaiming.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the third place, I will speak<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of the tavern's pleasure;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I never found nor find<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There the least displeasure;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor shall find it till I greet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Angels without measure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Singing requiems for the souls<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In eternal leisure.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the public-house to die<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is my resolution;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let wine to my lips be nigh<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At life's dissolution:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That will make the angels cry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With glad elocution,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Grant this toper, God on high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Grace and absolution!"<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With the cup the soul lights up,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Inspirations flicker;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nectar lifts the soul on high<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With its heavenly ichor:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To my lips a sounder taste<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hath the tavern's liquor<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than the wine a village clerk<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Waters for the vicar.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nature gives to every man<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some gift serviceable;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Write I never could nor can<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hungry at the table;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fasting, any stripling to<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Vanquish me is able;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hunger, thirst, I liken to<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Death that ends the fable.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nature gives to every man<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gifts as she is willing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I compose my verses when<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good wine I am swilling,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wine the best for jolly guest<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jolly hosts are filling;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From such wine rare fancies fine<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flow like dews distilling.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Such my verse is wont to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As the wine I swallow;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span><span class="i0">No ripe thoughts enliven me<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While my stomach's hollow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hungry wits on hungry lips<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like a shadow follow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when once I'm in my cups,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I can beat Apollo.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Never to my spirit yet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flew poetic vision<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until first my belly had<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Plentiful provision;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let but Bacchus in the brain<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Take a strong position,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then comes Phoebus flowing in<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a fine precision.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There are poets, worthy men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shrink from public places,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in lurking-hole or den<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hide their pallid faces;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There they study, sweat, and woo<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pallas and the Graces,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But bring nothing forth to view<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Worth the girls' embraces.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fasting, thirsting, toil the bards,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Swift years flying o'er them;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shun the strife of open life,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tumults of the forum;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span><span class="i0">They, to sing some deathless thing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lest the world ignore them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Die the death, expend their breath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Drowned in dull decorum.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lo! my frailties I've betrayed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shown you every token,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Told you what your servitors<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Have against me spoken;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But of those men each and all<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Leave their sins unspoken,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though they play, enjoy to-day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Scorn their pledges broken.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now within the audience-room<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of this blessed prelate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sent to hunt out vice, and from<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hearts of men expel it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let him rise, nor spare the bard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cast at him a pellet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He whose heart knows not crime's smart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Show my sin and tell it!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have uttered openly<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All I knew that shamed me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And have spued the poison forth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That so long defamed me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of my old ways I repent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">New life hath reclaimed me;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span><span class="i0">God beholds the heart&mdash;'twas man<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Viewed the face and blamed me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Goodness now hath won my love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I am wroth with vices;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made a new man in my mind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lo, my soul arises!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a babe new milk I drink&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Milk for me suffices,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lest my heart should longer be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Filled with vain devices.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou Elect of fair Cologne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Listen to my pleading!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spurn not thou the penitent;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">See, his heart is bleeding!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give me penance! what is due<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For my faults exceeding<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will bear with willing cheer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All thy precepts heeding.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lo, the lion, king of beasts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Spares the meek and lowly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Toward submissive creatures he<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tames his anger wholly.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do the like, ye powers of earth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Temporal and holy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bitterness is more than's right<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When 'tis bitter solely.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p>
+<h2>XIV.</h2>
+
+<p>Having been introduced to the worshipful order of vagrants both in
+their collective and in their personal capacity, we will now follow
+them to the woods and fields in spring. It was here that they sought
+love-adventures and took pastime after the restraints of winter.</p>
+
+<p>The spring-songs are all, in the truest sense of the word,
+<i>lieder</i>&mdash;lyrics for music. Their affinities of form and rhythm are
+less with ecclesiastical verse than with the poetry of the Minnesinger
+and the Troubadour. Sometimes we are reminded of the French
+<i>pastourelle</i>, sometimes of the rustic ditty, with its monotonous
+refrain.</p>
+
+<p>The exhilaration of the season which they breathe has something of the
+freshness of a lark's song, something at times of the richness of the
+nightingale's lament. The defect of the species may be indicated in a
+single phrase. It is a tedious reiteration of commonplaces in the
+opening stanzas. Here, however, is a lark-song.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="WELCOME_TO_SPRING" id="WELCOME_TO_SPRING"></a>WELCOME TO SPRING.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 6.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Spring is coming! longed-for spring<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now his joy discloses;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On his fair brow in a ring<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bloom empurpled roses!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span><span class="i0">Birds are gay; how sweet their lay!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tuneful is the measure;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wild wood grows green again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Songsters change our winter's pain<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To a mirthful pleasure.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now let young men gather flowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On their foreheads bind them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Maidens pluck them from the bowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then, when they have twined them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Breathe perfume from bud and bloom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where young love reposes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And into the meadows so<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All together laughing go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Crowned with ruddy roses.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Here again the nightingale's song, contending with the young man's
+heart's lament of love, makes itself heard.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_LOVER_AND_THE_NIGHTINGALE" id="THE_LOVER_AND_THE_NIGHTINGALE"></a>THE LOVER AND THE NIGHTINGALE.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 7.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">These hours of spring are jolly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Maidens, be gay!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Shake off dull melancholy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Ye lads, to-day!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oh! all abloom am I!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">It is a maiden love that makes me sigh,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">A new, new love it is wherewith I die!<br />
+</span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The nightingale is singing<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">So sweet a lay!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Her glad voice heavenward flinging&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">No check, no stay.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Flower of girls love-laden<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Is my sweetheart;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Of roses red the maiden<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">For whom I smart.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The promise that she gives me<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Makes my heart bloom;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">If she denies, she drives me<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Forth to the gloom.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My maid, to me relenting,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Is fain for play;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Her pure heart, unconsenting,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Saith, "Lover, stay!"<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hush, Philomel, thy singing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">This little rest!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Let the soul's song rise ringing<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Up from the breast!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In desolate Decembers<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Man bides his time:<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Spring stirs the slumbering embers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Love-juices climb.<br />
+</span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come, mistress, come, my maiden!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Bring joy to me!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Come, come, thou beauty-laden!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I die for thee!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">O all abloom am I!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">It is a maiden love that makes me sigh,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">A new, new love it is wherewith I die!<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>There is a very pretty <i>Invitation to Youth</i>, the refrain of which,
+though partly undecipherable, seems to indicate an Italian origin. I
+have thought it well to omit this refrain; but it might be rendered
+thus, maintaining the strange and probably corrupt reading of the last
+line:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"List, my fair, list, <i>bela mia</i>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the thousand charms of Venus!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Da hizevaleria</i>."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_INVITATION_TO_YOUTH" id="THE_INVITATION_TO_YOUTH"></a>THE INVITATION TO YOUTH.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 8.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Take your pleasure, dance and play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each with other while ye may:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Youth is nimble, full of grace;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Age is lame, of tardy pace.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We the wars of love should wage,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who are yet of tender age;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Neath the tents of Venus dwell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the joys that youth loves well.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Young men kindle heart's desire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You may liken them to fire:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Old men frighten love away<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With cold frost and dry decay.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>A roundelay, which might be styled the <i>Praise of May</i> or the
+exhortation to be liberal in love by <i>The Example of the Rose</i>, shall
+follow.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_EXAMPLE_OF_THE_ROSE" id="THE_EXAMPLE_OF_THE_ROSE"></a>THE EXAMPLE OF THE ROSE.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 9.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Winter's untruth yields at last,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Spring renews old mother earth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Angry storms are overpast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sunbeams fill the air with mirth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pregnant, ripening unto birth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">All the world reposes.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Our delightful month of May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Not by birth, but by degree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Took the first place, poets say;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Since the whole year's cycle he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Youngest, loveliest, leads with glee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And the cycle closes.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From the honours of the rose<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They decline, the rose abuse,<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span><span class="i0">Who, when roses red unclose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Seek not their own sweets to use;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Tis with largess, liberal dues,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">That the rose discloses.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Taught to wanton, taught to play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By the young year's wanton flower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We will take no heed to-day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Have no thought for thrift this hour;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thrift, whose uncongenial power<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Laws on youth imposes.<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Another song, blending the praises of spring with a little pagan vow
+to Cupid, has in the original Latin a distinction and purity of
+outline which might be almost called Horatian.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_VOW_TO_CUPID" id="THE_VOW_TO_CUPID"></a>THE VOW TO CUPID.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 10.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Winter, now thy spite is spent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Frost and ice and branches bent!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fogs and furious storms are o'er,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sloth and torpor, sorrow frore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pallid wrath, lean discontent.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Comes the graceful band of May!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cloudless shines the limpid day,<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span><span class="i0">Shine by night the Pleiades;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While a grateful summer breeze<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Makes the season soft and gay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Golden Love I shine forth to view!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Souls of stubborn men subdue!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See me bend! what is thy mind?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make the girl thou givest kind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a leaping ram's thy due!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O the jocund face of earth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Breathing with young grassy birth!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every tree with foliage clad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Singing birds in greenwood glad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flowering fields for lovers' mirth!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Nor is the next far below it in the same qualities of neatness and
+artistic brevity.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="A-MAYING" id="A-MAYING"></a>A-MAYING.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 11.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now the fields are laughing; now the maids<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take their pastime; laugh the leafy glades:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now the summer days are blooming,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">And the flowers their chaliced lamps for love illuming.<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Fruit-trees blossom; woods grow green again;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Winter's rage is past: O ye young men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With the May-bloom shake off sadness!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">Love is luring you to join the maidens' gladness.<br />
+</span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let us then together sport and play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cytherea bids the young be gay:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Laughter soft and happy voices,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">Hope and love invite to mirth when May rejoices.<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>All the spring is in the lyric next upon my list.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_RETURN_OF_SPRING" id="THE_RETURN_OF_SPRING"></a>THE RETURN OF SPRING:</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 12.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Spring returns, the glad new-comer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bringing pleasure, banning pain:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Meadows bloom with early summer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the sun shines out again:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All sad thoughts and passions vanish;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Plenteous Summer comes to banish<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Winter with his starveling train.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hails and snows and frosts together<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Melt and thaw like dews away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the spring in cloudless weather<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sucks the breast of jocund May;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sad's the man and born for sorrow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who can live not, dares not borrow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gladness from a summer's day.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Full of joy and jubilation,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Drunk with honey of delight,<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span><span class="i0">Are the lads whose aspiration<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is the palm of Cupid's fight!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Youths, we'll keep the laws of Venus,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with joy and mirth between us<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Live and love like Paris wight!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The next has the same accent of gladness, though it is tuned to a
+somewhat softer and more meditative note of feeling.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_SWEETNESS_OF_THE_SPRING" id="THE_SWEETNESS_OF_THE_SPRING"></a>THE SWEETNESS OF THE SPRING.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 13.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Vernal hours are sweet as clover,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With love's honey running over;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every heart on this earth burning<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Finds new birth with spring's returning.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the spring-time blossoms flourish,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fields drink moisture, heaven's dews nourish;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now the griefs of maidens, after<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dark days, turn to love and laughter.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whoso love, are loved, together<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seek their pastime in spring weather;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, with time and place agreeing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clasp, kiss, frolic, far from seeing.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Gradually the form of the one girl whom the lyrist loves emerges from
+this wealth of description.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_SUIT_TO_PHYLLIS" id="THE_SUIT_TO_PHYLLIS"></a>THE SUIT TO PHYLLIS.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 14.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hail! thou longed-for month of May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dear to lovers every day!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou that kindlest hour by hour<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Life in man and bloom in bower!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O ye crowds of flowers and hues<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That with joy the sense confuse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hail! and to our bosom bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bliss and every jocund thing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet the concert of the birds;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lovers listen to their words:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For sad winter hath gone by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a soft wind blows on high.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Earth hath donned her purple vest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fields with laughing flowers are dressed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shade upon the wild wood spreads,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trees lift up their leafy heads;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nature in her joy to-day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bids all living things be gay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Glad her face and fair her grace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Underneath the sun's embrace!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Venus stirs the lover's brain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With life's nectar fills his vein,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pouring through his limbs the heat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which makes pulse and passion beat.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span><span class="i0">O how happy was the birth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the loveliest soul on earth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Took the form and life of thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shaped in all felicity!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O how yellow is thy hair!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There is nothing wrong, I swear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the whole of thee; thou art<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Framed to fill a loving heart!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lo, thy forehead queenly crowned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the eyebrows dark and round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Curved like Iris at the tips,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down the dark heavens when she slips!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Red as rose and white as snow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are thy cheeks that pale and glow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Mid a thousand maidens thou<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hast no paragon, I vow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Round thy lips and red as be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Apples on the apple-tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bright thy teeth as any star;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soft and low thy speeches are;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Long thy hand, and long thy side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the throat thy breasts divide;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All thy form beyond compare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was of God's own art the care.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sparks of passion sent from thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Set on fire the heart of me;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span><span class="i0">Thee beyond all whom I know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I must love for ever so.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lo, my heart to dust will burn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unless thou this flame return;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still the fire will last, and I,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Living now, at length shall die!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Therefore, Phyllis, hear me pray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let us twain together play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Joining lip to lip and breast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto, breast in perfect rest!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The lover is occasionally bashful, sighing at a distance.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="MODEST_LOVE" id="MODEST_LOVE"></a>MODEST LOVE.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 15.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Summer sweet is coming in;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now the pleasant days begin;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Phoebus rules the earth at last;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For sad winter's reign is past.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wounded with the love alone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of one girl, I make my moan:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grief pursues me till she bend<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto me and condescend.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Take thou pity on my plight!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With my heart thy heart unite!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In my love thy own love blending,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Finding thus of life the ending!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Occasionally his passion assumes a romantic tone, as is the case with
+the following <i>Serenade</i> to a girl called Flos-de-spina in the Latin.
+Whether that was her real name, or was only used for poetical
+purposes, does not admit of debate now. Anyhow, Flos-de-spina,
+Fior-di-spina, Fleur-d'epine, and English Flower-o'-the-thorn are all
+of them pretty names for a girl.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_SERENADE_TO_FLOWER-O-THE-THORN" id="THE_SERENADE_TO_FLOWER-O-THE-THORN"></a>THE SERENADE TO FLOWER-O'-THE-THORN.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 16.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The blithe young year is upward steering.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wild winter dwindles, disappearing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The short, short days are growing longer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rough weather yields and warmth is stronger.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Since January dawned, my mind<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">Waves hither, thither, love-inclined<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">For one whose will can loose or bind.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Prudent and very fair the maiden,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than rose or lily more love-laden;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stately of stature, lithe and slender,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's naught so exquisite and tender.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Queen of France is not so dear;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">Death to my life comes very near<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">If Flower-o'-the-thorn be not my cheer.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Queen of Love my heart is killing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With her gold arrow pain-distilling;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span><span class="i0">The God of Love with torches burning<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lights pyre on pyre of ardent yearning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She is the girl for whom I'd die;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">I want none dearer, far or nigh,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">Though grief on grief upon me lie.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I with her love am thralled and taken,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose flower doth flower, bud, bloom, and waken;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet were the labour, light the burden,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Could mouth kiss mouth for wage and guerdon.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No touch of lips my wound can still,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">Unless two hearts grow one, one will,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">One longing! Flower of flowers, farewell!<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Once at least we find him writing in absence to his mistress, and
+imploring her fidelity. This ranks among the most delicate in
+sentiment of the whole series.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_LOVE-LETTER_IN_SPRING" id="THE_LOVE-LETTER_IN_SPRING"></a>THE LOVE-LETTER IN SPRING.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 17.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now the sun is streaming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Clear and pure his ray;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">April's glad face beaming<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On our earth to-day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto love returneth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Every gentle mind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the boy-god burneth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jocund hearts to bind.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All this budding beauty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Festival array,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lays on us the duty<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To be blithe and gay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trodden ways are known, love!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And in this thy youth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To retain thy own love<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were but faith and truth.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In faith love me solely,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mark the faith of me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From thy whole heart wholly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From the soul of thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At this time of bliss, dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I am far away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those who love like this, dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Suffer every day!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>At one time he seems upon the point of clasping his felicity.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="A_SPRING_DITTY" id="A_SPRING_DITTY"></a>A SPRING DITTY.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 18.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the spring, ah happy day!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Underneath a leafy spray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With her sister stands my may.<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">O sweet love!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i3">He who now is reft of thee<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i3">Poor is he!<br />
+</span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah, the trees, how fair they flower<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Birds are singing in the bower;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Maidens feel of love the power.<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">O sweet love!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See the lilies, how they blow!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the maidens row by row<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Praise the best of gods below.<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">O sweet love!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If I held my sweetheart now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the wood beneath the bough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I would kiss her, lip and brow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">O sweet love!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i3">He who now is reft of thee,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i3">Poor is he!<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>At another time he has clasped it, but he trembles lest it should
+escape him.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="LOVE-DOUBTS" id="LOVE-DOUBTS"></a>LOVE-DOUBTS.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 19.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With so sweet a promise given<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All my bosom burneth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hope uplifts my heart to heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet the doubt returneth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lest perchance that hope should be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crushed and shattered suddenly.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On one girl my fancy so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On one star, reposes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her sweet lips with honey flow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the scent of roses:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In her smile I laugh, and fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fills me with her love's desire.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love in measure over-much<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Strikes man's soul with anguish;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Anxious love's too eager touch<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Makes man fret and languish:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus in doubt and grief I pine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pain more sure was none than mine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Burning in love's fiery flood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lo, my life is wasted!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such the fever of my blood<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That I scarce have tasted<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mortal bread and wine, but sup<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a god love's nectar-cup.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The village dance forms an important element in the pleasures of the
+season. Here is a pretty picture in two stanzas of a linden sheltering
+some Suabian meadow.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_VILLAGE_DANCE" id="THE_VILLAGE_DANCE"></a>THE VILLAGE DANCE.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 20.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wide the lime-tree to the air<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spreads her boughs and foliage fair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thyme beneath is growing<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span><span class="i0">On the verdant meadow-where<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dancers' feet are going.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Through the grass a little spring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Runs with jocund murmuring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All the place rejoices;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cooling zephyrs breathe and sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With their summer voices.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>I have freely translated a second, which presents a more elaborate
+picture of a similar scene.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="LOVE_AMONG_THE_MAIDENS" id="LOVE_AMONG_THE_MAIDENS"></a>LOVE AMONG THE MAIDENS.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 21.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yonder choir of virgins see<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through the spring advancing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the sun's warmth, fair and free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From the green leaves glancing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weaves a lattice of light gloom<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And soft sunbeams o'er us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Neath the linden-trees in bloom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the Cyprian chorus.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In this vale where blossoms blow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Blooming, summer-scented,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Mid the lilies row by row,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Spreads a field flower-painted.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here the blackbirds through the dale<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Each to each are singing,<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span><span class="i0">And the jocund nightingale<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her fresh voice is flinging.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See the maidens crowned with rose<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sauntering through the grasses!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who could tell the mirth of those<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Laughing, singing lasses?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or with what a winning grace<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They their charms discover,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Charms of form and blushing face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the gazing lover?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Down the flowery greenwood glade<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As I chanced to wander,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From bright eyes a serving-maid<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shot Love's arrows yonder;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I for her, 'mid all the crew<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of the girls of Venus,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wait and yearn until I view<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Love spring up between us.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Another lyric of complicated rhyming structure introduces a not
+dissimilar motive, with touches that seem, in like manner, to indicate
+its German origin. It may be remarked that the lover's emotion has
+here unusual depth, a strain of <i>sehnsucht</i>; and the picture of the
+mother followed by her daughter in the country-dance suggests the
+domesticity of Northern races.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="AT_THE_VILLAGE_DANCE" id="AT_THE_VILLAGE_DANCE"></a>AT THE VILLAGE DANCE.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 22.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Meadows bloom, in Winter's room<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Reign the Loves and Graces,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With their gift of buds that lift<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bright and laughing faces;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Neath the ray of genial May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shining, glowing, blushing, growing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They the joys of spring are showing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In their manifold array.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Song-birds sweet the season greet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tune their merry voices;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sound the ways with hymns of praise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Every lane rejoices.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the bough in greenwood now<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flowers are springing, perfumes flinging,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While young men and maids are clinging<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the loves they scarce avow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O'er the grass together pass<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bands of lads love-laden:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Row by row in bevies go<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bride and blushing maiden.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span><span class="i0">See with glee 'neath linden-tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where the dancing girls are glancing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How the matron is advancing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At her side her daughter see!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She's my own, for whom alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If fate wills, I'll tarry;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Young May-moon, or late or soon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Tis with her I'd marry!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now with sighs I watch her rise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She the purely loved, the surely<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Chosen, who my heart securely<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Turns from grief to Paradise.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In her sight with heaven's own light<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like the gods I blossom;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Care for nought till she be brought<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yielding to my bosom.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thirst divine my soul doth pine<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To behold her and enfold her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With clasped arms alone to hold her<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In Love's holy hidden shrine.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>But the theme of the dance is worked up with even greater elaboration
+and a more studied ingenuity of rhyme and rhythm in the following
+characteristic song. This has the true accent of what may be called
+the <i>Musa Vagabundula</i>, and is one of the best lyrics of the
+series:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span>&mdash;</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="INVITATION_TO_THE_DANCE" id="INVITATION_TO_THE_DANCE"></a>INVITATION TO THE DANCE.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 23.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cast aside dull books and thought;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sweet is folly, sweet is play:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take the pleasure Spring hath brought<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In youth's opening holiday!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Right it is old age should ponder<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On grave matters fraught with care;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tender youth is free to wander,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Free to frolic light as air.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Like a dream our prime is flown,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i5">Prisoned in a study:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Sport and folly are youth's own,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i5">Tender youth and ruddy.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lo, the Spring of life slips by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Frozen Winter comes apace;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strength is 'minished silently,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Care writes wrinkles on our face:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blood dries up and courage fails us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pleasures dwindle, joys decrease,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till old age at length assails us<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With his troop of illnesses.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Like a dream our prime is flown,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i5">Prisoned in a study;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">Sport and folly are youth's own,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i5">Tender youth and ruddy.<br />
+</span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Live we like the gods above;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This is wisdom, this is truth:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chase the joys of tender love<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the leisure of our youth!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Keep the vows we swore together,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lads, obey that ordinance;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seek the fields in sunny weather,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where the laughing maidens dance.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Like a dream our prime is flown,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i5">Prisoned in a study;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">Sport and folly are youth's own,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i5">Tender youth and ruddy.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There the lad who lists may see<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which among the maids is kind:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There young limbs deliciously<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flashing through the dances wind:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the girls their arms are raising,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Moving, winding o'er the lea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still I stand and gaze, and gazing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They have stolen the soul of me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Like a dream our prime is flown,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i5">Prisoned in a study;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">Sport and folly are youth's own,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i5">Tender youth and ruddy.<br />
+</span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span></div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>XV.</h2>
+
+
+<p>A separate Section can be devoted to songs in the manner of the early
+French pastoral. These were fashionable at a remote period in all
+parts of Europe; and I have already had occasion, in another piece of
+literary history, to call attention to the Italian madrigals of the
+fourteenth century composed in this species.<a name="FNanchor_30_30" id="FNanchor_30_30"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_30" class="fnanchor">[30]</a> Their point is mainly
+this: A man of birth and education, generally a dweller in the town,
+goes abroad into the fields, lured by fair spring weather, and makes
+love among trees to a country wench.</p>
+
+<p>The <i>Vagi</i> turn the pastoral to their own purpose, and always
+represent the greenwood lover as a <i>clericus</i>. One of these rural
+nieces has a pretty opening stanza:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"When the sweet Spring was ascending,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not yet May, at April's ending,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the sun was heavenward wending,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stood a girl of grace transcending<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Underneath the green bough, sending<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Songs aloft with pipings."<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Another gives a slightly comic turn to the chief incident.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p>
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_30_30" id="Footnote_30_30"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_30"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> See <i>Renaissance in Italy</i>, vol. iv. p. 156.</p></div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="A_PASTORAL" id="A_PASTORAL"></a>A PASTORAL.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 24.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There went out in the dawning light<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A little rustic maiden;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her flock so white, her crook so slight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With fleecy new wool laden.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Small is the flock, and there you'll see<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The she-ass and the wether;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This goat's a he, and that's a she,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The bull-calf and the heifer.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She looked upon the green sward, where<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A student lay at leisure:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"What do you there, young sir, so fair?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Come, play with me, my treasure!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>A third seems to have been written in the South, perhaps upon the
+shores of one of the Italian lakes&mdash;Como or Garda.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_MULBERRY-GATHERER" id="THE_MULBERRY-GATHERER"></a>THE MULBERRY-GATHERER.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 25.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the summer's burning heat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the flowers were blooming sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I had chosen, as 'twas meet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Neath an olive bough my seat;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span><span class="i0">Languid with the glowing day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lazy, careless, apt for play.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Stood the tree in fields where grew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Painted flowers of every hue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grass that flourished with the dew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fresh with shade where breezes blew;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Plato, with his style so rare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Could not paint a spot more fair.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Runs a babbling brook hard by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chants the nightingale on high;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Water-nymphs with song reply.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Sure, 'tis Paradise," I cry;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I know not any place<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of a sweeter, fresher grace.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">While I take my solace here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in solace find good cheer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shade from summer, coolness dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Comes a shepherd maiden near&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fairer, sure, there breathes not now&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Plucking mulberries from the bough.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Seeing her, I loved her there:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Venus did the trick, I'll swear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Come, I am no thief, to scare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rob, or murder unaware;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I and all I have are thine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou than Flora more divine!"<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But the girl made answer then:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Never played I yet with men;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cruel to me are my kin:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My old mother scolds me when<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In some little thing I stray:&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hold, I prithee, sir, to-day!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>A fourth, consisting of a short conventional introduction in praise of
+Spring, followed by a dialogue between a young man and a girl, in
+which the metre changes for the last two stanzas, may be classed among
+the pastorals, although it is a somewhat irregular example of the
+species.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_WOOING" id="THE_WOOING"></a>THE WOOING.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 26.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All the woods are now in flower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Song-birds sing in field and bower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Orchards their white blossoms shower:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lads, make merry in Love's hour!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sordid grief hath flown away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fervid Love is here to-day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He will tame without delay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those who love not while they may.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>He.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Fairest maiden, list to me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do not thus disdainful be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scorn and anger disagree<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With thy youth, and injure thee.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I am weaker than thou art;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mighty Love hath pierced my heart;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scarce can I endure his dart:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lest I die, heal, heal my smart!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>She.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Why d'you coax me, suitor blind?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What you seek you will not find;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm too young for love to bind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such vain trifles vex my mind.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Is't your will with me to toy?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll not mate with man or boy:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the Phoenix, to enjoy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Single life shall be my joy."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>He.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Yet Love is tyrannous,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Harsh, fierce, imperious!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He who man's heart can thus<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shatter, may make to bow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Maidens as stern as thou!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>She.</i></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now by your words I'm 'ware<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What you wish, what you are;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You know love well, I swear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So I'll be loved by you;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now I'm on fire too!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></p>
+<h2>XVI.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Some semi-descriptive pieces, which connect the songs of Spring with
+lyrics of a more purely personal emotion, can boast of rare beauty in
+the original.</p>
+
+<p>The most striking of these, upon the theme of Sleep and Love, I have
+tried to render in trochaic verse, feeling it impossible, without
+knowledge of the medieval melody, to reproduce its complicated and now
+only half-intelligible rhythms.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="A_DESCANT_UPON_SLEEP_AND_LOVE" id="A_DESCANT_UPON_SLEEP_AND_LOVE"></a>A DESCANT UPON SLEEP AND LOVE.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 27.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the lamp of Cynthia late<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rises in her silver state,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through her brother's roseate light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blushing on the brows of night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then the pure ethereal air<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Breathes with zephyr blowing fair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clouds and vapours disappear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As with chords of lute or lyre,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soothed the spirits now respire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the heart revives again<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which once more for love is fain.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the orient evening star<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sheds with influence kindlier far<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span><span class="i0">Dews of sweet sleep on the eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of o'er-tired mortality.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, how blessed to take and keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is the antidote of sleep!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep that lulls the storms of care<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And of sorrow unaware,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Creeping through the closed doors<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the eyes, and through the pores<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Breathing bliss so pure and rare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That with love it may compare.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then the god of dreams doth bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the mind some restful thing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Breezes soft that rippling blow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er ripe cornfields row by row,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Murmuring rivers round whose brim<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Silvery sands the swallows skim,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or the drowsy circling sound<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of old mill-wheels going round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which with music steal the mind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the eyes in slumber bind.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the deeds of love are done<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which bland Venus had begun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Languor steals with pleasant strain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the chambers of the brain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eyes 'neath eyelids gently tired<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swim and seek the rest desired.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span><span class="i0">How deliriously at last<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into slumber love hath passed!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But how sweeter yet the way<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which leads love again to play!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From the soothed limbs upward spread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Glides a mist divinely shed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which invades the heart and head:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drowsily it veils the eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bending toward sleep's paradise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with curling vapour round<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fills the lids, the senses swound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the visual ray is bound<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By those ministers which make<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Life renewed in man awake.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Underneath the leafy shade<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of a tree in quiet laid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the nightingale complains<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Singing of her ancient pains,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet it is still hours to pass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But far sweeter on the grass<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a buxom maid to play<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All a summer's holiday.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the scent of herb and flower<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Breathes upon the silent hour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the rose with leaf and bloom<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spreads a couch of pure perfume,<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span><span class="i0">Then the grateful boon of sleep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Falls with satisfaction deep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Showering dews our eyes above,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tired with honeyed strife of love.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In how many moods the mind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of poor lovers, weak and blind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wavers like the wavering wind!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As a ship in darkness lost,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without anchor tempest-tossed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So with hope and fear imbued<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It roams in great incertitude<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love's tempestuous ocean-flood.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>A portion of this descant finds an echo in another lyric of the
+<i>Carmina Burana</i>:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"With young leaves the wood is new;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now the nightingale is singing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And field-flowers of every hue<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On the sward their bloom are flinging.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet it is to brush the dew<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From wild lawns and woody places!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweeter yet to wreathe the rose<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With the lily's virgin graces;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the sweetest sweet man knows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is to woo a girl's embraces."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The most highly wrought of descriptive poems in this species is the
+<i>Dispute of Flora and Phyllis</i>, which occurs both in the <i>Carmina
+Burana</i> and in the English MSS.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> edited by Wright. The motive of the
+composition is as follows:&mdash;Two girls wake in the early morning, and
+go out to walk together through the fields. Each of them is in love;
+but Phyllis loves a soldier, Flora loves a scholar. They interchange
+confidences, the one contending with the other for the superiority of
+her own sweetheart.</p>
+
+<p>Having said so much, I will present the first part of the poem in the
+English version I have made.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="FLORA_AND_PHYLLIS" id="FLORA_AND_PHYLLIS"></a>FLORA AND PHYLLIS.</h2>
+
+<h2>PART I.</h2>
+<h3>No. 28.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the spring-time, when the skies<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cast off winter's mourning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bright flowers of every hue<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Earth's lap are adorning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At the hour when Lucifer<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gives the stars their warning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Phyllis woke, and Flora too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the early morning.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Both the girls were fain to go<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Forth in sunny weather,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For love-laden bosoms throw<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sleep off like a feather;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then with measured steps and slow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the fields together<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span><span class="i0">Went they, seeking pastime new<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Mid the flowers and heather.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Both were virgins, both, I ween,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were by birth princesses;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Phyllis let her locks flow free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flora trained her tresses.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not like girls they went, but like<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Heavenly holinesses;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And their faces shone like dawn<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Neath the day's caresses.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Equal beauty, equal birth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">These fair maidens mated;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Youthful were the years of both,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And their minds elated;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet they were a pair unpaired,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mates by strife unmated;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For one loved a clerk, and one<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For a knight was fated.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Naught there was of difference<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Twixt them to the seeing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All alike, within without,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Seemed in them agreeing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With one garb, one cast of mind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And one mode of being,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only that they could not love<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Save with disagreeing.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the tree-tops overhead<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A spring breeze was blowing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the meadow lawns around<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With green grass were growing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the grass a rivulet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From the hill was flowing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lively, with a pleasant sound<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Garrulously going.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That the girls might suffer less<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From the noon resplendent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Near the stream a spreading pine<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rose with stem ascendant;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crowned with boughs and leaves aloft,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O'er the fields impendent;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From all heat on every hand<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Airily defendent.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On the sward the maidens sat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Naught that seat surpasses;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Phyllis near the rivulet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flora 'mid the grasses;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each into the chamber sweet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of her own soul passes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love divides their thoughts, and wounds<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With his shafts the lasses.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love within the breast of each,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hidden, unsuspected,<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span><span class="i0">Lurks and draws forth sighs of grief<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From their hearts dejected:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soon their ruddy cheeks grow pale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Conscious, love-affected;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet their passion tells no tale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By soft shame protected.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Phyllis now doth overhear<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flora softly sighing:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flora with like luck detects<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sigh to sigh replying.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus the girls exchange the game,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Each with other vying;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the truth leaps out at length,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Plain beyond denying.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Long this interchange did last<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of mute conversation;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All of love-sighs fond and fast<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was that dissertation.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love was in their minds, and Love<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Made their lips his station;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Phyllis then, while Flora smiled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Opened her oration.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Soldier brave, my love!" she said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Where is now my Paris?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fights he in the field, or where<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the wide word tarries?<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span><span class="i0">Oh, the soldier's life, I swear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All life's glory carries;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only valour clothed in arms<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With Dame Venus marries!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Phyllis thus opens the question whether a soldier or a scholar be the
+fitter for love. Flora responds, and for some time they conduct the
+dispute in true scholastic fashion. Being unable to settle it between
+themselves, they resolve to seek out Love himself, and to refer the
+matter to his judgment. One girl mounts a mule, the other a horse; and
+these are no ordinary animals, for Neptune reared one beast as a
+present to Venus, Vulcan forged the metal-work of bit and saddle,
+Minerva embroidered the trappings, and so forth. After a short journey
+they reach the Garden of Love, which is described with a truly
+luxuriant wealth of imagery. It resembles some of the earlier
+Renaissance pictures, especially one of great excellence by a German
+artist which I once saw in a dealer's shop at Venice, and which ought
+now to grace a public gallery.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="FLORA_AND_PHYLLIS_1" id="FLORA_AND_PHYLLIS_1"></a>FLORA AND PHYLLIS.</h2>
+
+<h2>PART II.</h2>
+<h3>No. 29.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On their steeds the ladies ride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Two fair girls and slender;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Modest are their eyes and mild,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And their cheeks are tender.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span><span class="i0">Thus young lilies break the sheath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Budding roses render<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blushes, and twinned pairs of stars<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Climb the heavens with splendour.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Toward Love's Paradise they fare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Such, I ween, their will is;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the strife between the pair<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Turns their cheeks to lilies;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Phyllis Flora flouts, and fair<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flora flouteth Phyllis;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flora's hand a hawk doth bear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a goshawk Phyllis.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">After a short space they came<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where a grove was growing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At the entrance of the same<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rills with murmur flowing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There the wind with myrrh and spice<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Redolent was blowing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sounds of timbrel, harp, and lyre<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through the branches going.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All the music man could make<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There they heard in plenty;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Timbrel, psaltery, lyre, and lute,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Harp and viol dainty;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Voices that in part-song meet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Choiring forte, lente;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span><span class="i0">Sounds the diatesseron,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sounds the diapente.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All the tongues of all the birds<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With full cry were singing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There the blackbird's melody<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sweet and true was ringing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wood-dove, lark, and thrush on high<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jocund anthems flinging,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the nightingale, who still<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To her grief was clinging.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the girls drew nigh the grove,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some fear came upon them;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Further as they fared, the charm<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of the pleasance won them;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the birds so sweetly sang<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That a spell was on them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And their bosoms warmed with love<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At the welcome shown them.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Man would be immortal if<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He could there be dwelling:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every branch on every tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With ripe fruit is swelling;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the ways with nard and myrrh<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And with spice are smelling:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How divine the Master is<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All the house is telling.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Blithesome bands arrest their gaze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Youths and maidens dancing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bodies beauteous as the stars,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Eyes with heaven's light glancing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the bosoms of the girls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At the sight entrancing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leap to view such marvels new,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Joy with joy enhancing!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They their horses check, and light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Moved with sudden pleasure;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Half forget what brought them here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thralled by love and leisure;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till once more the nightingale<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tuned her thrilling measure;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At that cry each girl again<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hugs her hidden treasure.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Round the middle of the grove<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was a place enchanted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which the god for his own rites<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Specially had planted;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fauns and nymphs and satyrs here<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flowery alleys haunted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And before the face of Love<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Played and leaped and chaunted.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In their hands they carry thyme,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Crowns of fragrant roses;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span><span class="i0">Bacchus leads the choir divine<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the dance composes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nymphs and fauns with feet in tune<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Interchange their posies;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Silenus trips and reels<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When the chorus closes.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On an ass the elder borne<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All the mad crew guideth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mirth and laughter at the view<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through Love's glad heart glideth.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Io!" shouts the eld; that sound<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In his throat subsideth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For his voice in wine is drowned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And his old age chideth.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Mid these pleasant sights appears<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Love, the young joy-giver;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bright as stars his eyes, and wings<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On his shoulders shiver;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In his left hand is the bow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At his side the quiver;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From his state the world may know<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He is lord for ever.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Leans the boy upon a staff<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Intertwined with flowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scent of nectar from his hair<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Breathes around the bowers;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span><span class="i0">Hand in hand before him kneel<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Three celestial Hours,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Graces who Love's goblet fill<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From immortal showers.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>It would surely be superfluous to point out the fluent elegance of
+this poem, or to dwell farther upon the astonishing fact that anything
+so purely Renaissance in tone should have been produced in the twelfth
+century.</p>
+
+<p>Cupid, as was natural, settles the dispute of the two girls by
+deciding that scholars are more suitable for love than soldiers.</p>
+
+<p>This would be the place to introduce another long descriptive poem, if
+the nature of its theme rendered it fit for translation. It relates
+the visit of a student to what he calls the <i>Templum Veneris</i>; in
+other words, to the house of a courtesan. Her attendants are sirens;
+and the whole poem, dealing with a vulgar incident, is conducted in
+this mock-heroic strain.<a name="FNanchor_31_31" id="FNanchor_31_31"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_31" class="fnanchor">[31]</a></p>
+
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_31_31" id="Footnote_31_31"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_31"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> <i>Carmina Burana</i>, p. 138.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="XVII" id="XVII"></a>XVII.</h2>
+
+
+<p>We pass now to love-poems of a more purely personal kind. One of
+these, which is too long for translation and in some respects
+ill-suited to a modern taste, forms the proper transition from the
+descriptive to the lyrical section. It starts with phrases culled from
+hymns to the Virgin:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Si linguis angelicis<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Loquar et humanis."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ave formosissima,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gemma pretiosa;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ave decus virginum,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Virgo gloriosa!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>These waifs and strays of religious diction are curiously blent with
+romantic and classical allusions. The girl is addressed in the same
+breath as&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Blanziflor et Helena,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Venus generosa."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Toward the close of the poem, the lover, who at length has reached the
+object of his heart's desire, breaks into this paean of victorious
+passion:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"What more? Around the maiden's neck<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My arms I flung with yearning;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon her lips I gave and took<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A thousand kisses burning:<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span><span class="i0">Again and yet again I cried,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With whispered vows and sighing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This, this alone, sure, sure it was<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For which my heart was dying!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Who is the man that does not know<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The sweets that followed after?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My former pains, my sobs and woe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were changed for love and laughter:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The joys of Paradise were ours<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In overflowing measure;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We tasted every shape of bliss<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And every form of pleasure."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The next piece which I shall quote differs in some important respects
+from the general style adopted by the Goliardi in their love-poetry.
+It is written in rhyming or leonine hexameters, and is remarkable for
+its quaint play on names, conceived and executed in a truly medieval
+taste.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="FLOS_FLORAE" id="FLOS_FLORAE"></a>FLOS FLORAE.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 30.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Take thou this rose, O Rose! the loves in the rose repose:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I with love of the rose am caught at the winter's close:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take thou this flower, my flower, and cherish it in thy bower:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou in thy beauty's power shalt lovelier blow each hour:<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span><span class="i0">Gaze at the rose, and smile, my rose, in mine eyes the while:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To thee the roses belong, thy voice is the nightingale's song:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give thou the rose a kiss, it blushes like thy mouth's bliss:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flowers in a picture seem not flowers, but flowers in a dream:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who paints the rose's bloom, paints not the rose's perfume.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>In complete contrast to this conceited and euphuistic style of
+composition stands a slight snatch of rustic melody, consisting of
+little but reiteration and refrain.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="A_BIRDS_SONG_OF_LOVE" id="A_BIRDS_SONG_OF_LOVE"></a>A BIRD'S SONG OF LOVE.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 31.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come to me, come, O come!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let me not die, but come!<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Hyria hysria nazaza<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i7">Trillirivos.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fair is thy face, O fair!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fair thine eyes, O how fair!<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Hyria hysria nazaza<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i7">Trillirivos.<br />
+</span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fair is thy flowing hair!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O fair, O fair, how fair!<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Hyria hysria nazaza<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i7">Trillirivos.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Redder than rose art thou,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whiter than lily thou!<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Hyria hysria nazaza<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i7">Trillirivos.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fairer than all, I vow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ever my pride art thou!<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Hyria hysria nazaza<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i7">Trillirivos.<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The following displays an almost classical intensity of voluptuous
+passion, and belongs in all probability to a period later than the
+<i>Carmina Burana</i>. I have ventured, in translating it, to borrow the
+structure of a song which occurs in Fletcher's <i>Rollo</i> (act v. scene
+2), the first stanza of which is also found in Shakespeare's <i>Measure
+for Measure</i> (act iv. scene 1), and to insert one or two phrases from
+Fletcher's version. Whether the composer of that song had ever met
+with the Latin lyric to Lydia can scarcely form the subject of
+critical conjecture. Yet there is a faint evanescent resemblance
+between the two poems.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="TO_LYDIA" id="TO_LYDIA"></a>TO LYDIA.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 32.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lydia bright, thou girl more white<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Than the milk of morning new,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or young lilies in the light!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Matched with thy rose-whiteness, hue<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of red rose or white rose pales,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the polished ivory fails,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Ivory fails.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Spread, O spread, my girl, thy hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Amber-hued and heavenly bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As fine gold or golden air!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Show, O show thy throat so white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Throat and neck that marble fine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over thy white breasts incline,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Breasts incline.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lift, O lift thine eyes that are<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Underneath those eyelids dark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lustrous as the evening star<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Neath the dark heaven's purple arc!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bare, O bare thy cheeks of rose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dyed with Tyrian red that glows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Red that glows.<br />
+</span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Give, O give those lips of love<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That the coral boughs eclipse;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give sweet kisses, dove by dove,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Soft descending on my lips.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See my soul how forth she flies!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Neath each kiss my pierced heart dies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Pierced heart dies.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wherefore dost thou draw my life,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Drain my heart's blood with thy kiss?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scarce can I endure the strife<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of this ecstasy of bliss!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Set, O set my poor heart free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bound in icy chains by thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Chains by thee.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hide, O hide those hills of snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Twinned upon thy breast that rise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the virgin fountains flow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With fresh milk of Paradise!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy bare bosom breathes of myrrh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From thy whole self pleasures stir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Pleasures stir.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hide, O hide those paps that tire<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sense and spirit with excess<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of snow-whiteness and desire<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of thy breast's deliciousness!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span><span class="i0">See'st thou, cruel, how I swoon?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leav'st thou me half lost so soon?<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Lost so soon?<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>In rendering this lyric to Lydia, I have restored the fifth stanza,
+only one line of which,</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Quid mihi sugis vivum sanguinem,"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>remains in the original. This I did because it seemed necessary to
+effect the transition from the stanzas beginning <i>Pande, puella,
+pande</i>, to those beginning <i>Conde papillas, conde</i>.</p>
+
+<p>Among these more direct outpourings of personal passion, place may be
+found for a delicate little <i>Poem of Privacy</i>, which forms part of the
+<i>Carmina Burana</i>. Unfortunately, the text of this slight piece is very
+defective in the MS., and has had to be conjecturally restored in
+several places.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="A_POEM_OF_PRIVACY" id="A_POEM_OF_PRIVACY"></a>A POEM OF PRIVACY.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 33.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When a young man, passion-laden,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a chamber meets a maiden,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then felicitous communion,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By love's strain between the twain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Grows from forth their union;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the game, it hath no name,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of lips, arms, and hidden charms.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<p>Nor can I here forbear from inserting another <i>Poem of Privacy</i>,
+bolder in its openness of speech, more glowing in its warmth of
+colouring. If excuse should be pleaded or the translation and
+reproduction of this distinctly Pagan ditty, it must be found in the
+singularity of its motive, which is as unmedieval as could be desired
+by the bitterest detractor of medieval sentiment. We seem, while
+reading it, to have before our eyes the Venetian picture of a Venus,
+while the almost prosaic particularity of description illustrates what
+I have said above about the detailed realism of the Goliardic style.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="FLORA" id="FLORA"></a>FLORA.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 34.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rudely blows the winter blast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Withered leaves are falling fast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cold hath hushed the birds at last.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While the heavens were warm and glowing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Nature's offspring loved in May;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">But man's heart no debt is owing<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">To such change of month or day<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i3">As the dumb brute-beasts obey.<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, the joys of this possessing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How unspeakable the blessing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That my Flora yields to-day!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Labour long I did not rue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ere I won my wages due,<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span><span class="i0">And the prize I played for drew.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flora with her brows of laughter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Gazing on me, breathing bliss,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">Draws my yearning spirit after,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Sucks my soul forth in a kiss:<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i3">Where's the pastime matched with this?<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, the joys of this possessing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How unspeakable the blessing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of my Flora's loveliness!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Truly mine is no harsh doom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While in this secluded room<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Venus lights for me the gloom!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flora faultless as a blossom<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Bares her smooth limbs for mine eyes;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">Softly shines her virgin bosom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">And the breasts that gently rise<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i3">Like the hills of Paradise.<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, the joys of this possessing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How unspeakable the blessing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When my Flora is the prize!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From her tender breasts decline,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a gradual curving line,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flanks like swansdown white and fine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On her skin the touch discerneth<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Naught of rough; 'tis soft as snow:<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">'Neath the waist her belly turneth<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Unto fulness, where below<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i3">In Love's garden lilies blow.<br />
+</span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span><span class="i0">Oh, the joys of this possessing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How unspeakable the blessing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sweetest sweets from Flora flow!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah! should Jove but find my fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He would fall in love, I swear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to his old tricks repair:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In a cloud of gold descending<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">As on Danae's brazen tower,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">Or the sturdy bull's back bending,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Or would veil his godhood's power<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i3">In a swan's form for one hour.<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, the joys of this possessing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How unspeakable the blessing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How divine my Flora's flower!<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>A third "poem of privacy" may be employed to temper this too fervid
+mood. I conceive it to be meant for the monologue of a lover in the
+presence of his sweetheart, and to express the varying lights and
+shades of his emotion.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_LOVERS_MONOLOGUE" id="THE_LOVERS_MONOLOGUE"></a>THE LOVER'S MONOLOGUE.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 35.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love rules everything that is:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love doth change hearts in a kiss:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love seeks devious ways of bliss:<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span><span class="i3">Love than honey sweeter,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i3">Love than gall more bitter.<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Blind Love hath no modesties.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Love is lukewarm, fiery, cold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Love is timid, overbold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Loyal, treacherous, manifold.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Present time is fit for play:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let Love find his mate to-day:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hark, the birds, how sweet their lay!<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Love rules young men wholly;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i3">Love lures maidens solely.<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Woe to old folk! sad are they.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sweetest woman ever seen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fairest, dearest, is my queen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And alas! my chiefest teen.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let an old man, chill and drear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never come thy bosom near;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oft he sleeps with sorry cheer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Too cold to delight thee:<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i3">Naught could less invite thee.<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Youth with youth must mate, my dear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Blest the union I desire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Naught I know and naught require,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Better than to be thy squire.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love flies all the world around:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love in wanton wiles is wound:<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span><span class="i0">Therefore youth and maid are bound<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">In Love's fetters duly.<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i3">She is joyless truly<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Who no lover yet hath found!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All the night in grief and smart<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She must languish, wear her heart;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bitter is that woman's part.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love is simple, Love is sly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love is pale, of ruddy dye:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love is all things, low and high:<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Love is serviceable,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i3">Constant and unstable:<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Love obeys Art's empery.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In this closed room Love takes flight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the silence of the night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Love made captive, conquered quite.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The next is singularly, quaintly musical in the original, but for
+various reasons I have not been able to adhere exactly to its form. I
+imagine that it is the work of the same poet who composed the longer
+piece which I shall give immediately after. Both are addressed to
+Caecilia; I have used the name Phyllis in my version.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_INVITATION_TO_LOVE" id="THE_INVITATION_TO_LOVE"></a>THE INVITATION TO LOVE.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 36.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">List, my girl, with words I woo;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lay not wanton hands on you:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sit before you, in your face<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gazing, ah! and seeking grace:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fix mine eyes, nor let them rove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the mark where shafts of love<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Their flight wing.<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Try, my girl, O try what bliss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Young men render when they kiss!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Youth is alway sturdy, straight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Old age totters in its gait.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These delights of love we bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have the suppleness of spring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Softness, sweetness, wantoning;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clasp, my Phyllis, in their ring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweeter sweets than poets sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Anything and everything!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">After daytime's heat from heaven<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dews on thirsty fields are given;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">After verdant leaf and stem<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shoots the white flower's diadem;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">After the white flower's bloom<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the night their faint perfume<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Lilies fling.<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Try, my girl, etc., <i>da capo</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<p>The poem, <i>Ludo cum Caecilia</i>, which comes next in order, is one of
+the most perfect specimens of Goliardic writing. To render its fluent,
+languid, and yet airy grace, in any language but the Latin, is, I
+think, impossible. Who could have imagined that the subtlety, the
+refinement, almost the perversity of feeling expressed in it, should
+have been proper to a student of the twelfth century? The poem is
+spoiled toward its close by astrological and grammatical conceits; and
+the text is corrupt. That part I have omitted, together with some
+stanzas which offend a modern taste.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="PHYLLIS" id="PHYLLIS"></a>PHYLLIS.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 37.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Think no evil, have no fear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If I play with Phyllis;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I am but the guardian dear<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of her girlhood's lilies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lest too soon her bloom should swoon<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like spring's daffodillies.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All I care for is to play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gaze upon my treasure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now and then to touch her hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Kiss in modest measure;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the fifth act of love's game,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dream not of that pleasure!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For to touch the bloom of youth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Spoils its frail complexion;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let the young grape gently grow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till it reach perfection;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hope within my heart doth glow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of the girl's affection.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sweet above all sweets that are<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Tis to play with Phyllis;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For her thoughts are white as snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In her heart no ill is;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the kisses that she gives<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sweeter are than lilies.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love leads after him the gods<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bound in pliant traces;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Harsh and stubborn hearts he bends,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Breaks with blows of maces;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nay, the unicorn is tamed<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By a girl's embraces.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Love leads after him the gods,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jupiter with Juno;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To his waxen measure treads<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Masterful Neptune O!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pluto stern to souls below<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Melts to this one tune O!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whatsoe'er the rest may do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let us then be playing:<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span><span class="i0">Take the pastime that is due<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While we're yet a-Maying;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I am young and young are you;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Tis the time for playing.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Up to this time, the happiness of love returned and satisfied has been
+portrayed. The following lyric exhibits a lover pining at a distance,
+soothing his soul with song, and indulging in visions of happiness
+beyond his grasp &epsilon;&#7984;&delta;&#8061;&lambda;&omicron;&iota;&sigmaf; &kappa;&#8049;&lambda;&lambda;&epsilon;&upsilon;&sigmaf; &kappa;&#8182;&phi;&alpha; &chi;&lambda;&iota;&alpha;&iota;&nu;&#8057;&mu;&epsilon;&nu;&omicron;&sigmaf;, as Meleager phrased it on a similar
+occasion.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="LOVE_LONGINGS" id="LOVE_LONGINGS"></a>LOVE LONGINGS.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 38.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With song I seek my fate to cheer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As doth the swan when death draws near;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Youth's roses from my cheeks retire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My heart is worn with fond desire.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Since care and woe increase and grow, while<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">light burns low,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i6">Poor wretch I die!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">Heigho! I die, poor wretch I die!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Constrained to love, unloved; such luck have I!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If she could love me whom I love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I would not then exchange with Jove:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah! might I clasp her once, and drain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her lips as thirsty flowers drink rain!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span><span class="i2">With death to meet, his welcome greet, from<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">life retreat,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i6">I were full fain!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">Heigho! full fain, I were full fain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Could I such joy, such wealth of pleasure gain!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I bethought me of her breast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those hills of snow my fancy pressed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Longing to touch them with my hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love's laws I then did understand.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rose of the south, blooms on her mouth; I felt<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">love's drouth<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i6">That mouth to kiss!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">Heigho! to kiss, that mouth to kiss!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lost in day-dreams and vain desires of bliss.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The next is the indignant repudiation by a lover of the calumny that
+he has proved unfaithful to his mistress. The strongly marked double
+rhymes of the original add peculiar vehemence to his protestations;
+while the abundance of cheap mythological allusions is emphatically
+Goliardic.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_LOVERS_VOW" id="THE_LOVERS_VOW"></a>THE LOVER'S VOW.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 39.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">False the tongue and foul with slander,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Poisonous treacherous tongue of pander,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tongue the hangman's knife should sever,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tongue in flames to burn for ever;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Which hath called me a deceiver,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Faithless lover, quick to leave her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whom I love, and leave her slighted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For another, unrequited!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hear, ye Muses nine! nay, rather,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jove, of gods and men the father!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who for Danae and Europa<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Changed thy shape, thou bold eloper!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hear me, god! ye gods all, hear me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such a sin came never near me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hear, thou god! and gods all, hear ye!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus I sinned not, as I fear ye.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I by Mars vow, by Apollo,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both of whom Love's learning follow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yea, by Cupid too, the terror<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of whose bow forbids all error!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">By thy bow I vow and quiver,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the shafts thou dost deliver,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without fraud, in honour duly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To observe my troth-plight truly.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I will keep the troth I plighted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the reason shall be cited:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis that 'mid the girls no maiden<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ever met I more love-laden.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Mid the girls thou art beholden<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a pearl in setting golden;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yea, thy shoulder, neck, and bosom<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bear of beauty's self the blossom.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, her throat, lips, forehead, nourish<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love, with food that makes him flourish!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And her curls, I did adore them&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They were blonde with heaven's light o'er them.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Therefore, till, for Nature's scorning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Toil is rest and midnight morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till no trees in woods are growing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till fire turns to water flowing;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Till seas have no ships to sail them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the Parthians' arrows fail them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I, my girl, will love thee ever,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unbetrayed, betray thee never!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>In the following poem a lover bids adieu for ever to an unworthy
+woman, who has betrayed him. This is a remarkable specimen of the
+songs written for a complicated melody. The first eight lines seem set
+to one tune; in the next four that tune is slightly accelerated, and a
+double rhyme is substituted for a single one in the tenth and twelfth
+verses. The five concluding lines go to a different kind of melody,
+and express in each stanza a changed mood of feeling.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>I have tried in this instance to adopt the plaster-cast method of
+translation, as described above,<a name="FNanchor_32_32" id="FNanchor_32_32"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_32" class="fnanchor">[32]</a> and have even endeavoured to
+obtain the dragging effect of the first eight lines of each strophe,
+which are composed neither of exact accentual dactyls nor yet of exact
+accentual anapaests, but offer a good example of that laxity of rhythm
+permitted in this prosody for music.</p>
+
+<p>Comparison with the original will show that I was not copying Byron's
+<i>When we Two Parted</i>; yet the resemblance between that song and the
+tone which my translation has naturally assumed from the Latin, is
+certainly noticeable. That Byron could have seen the piece before he
+wrote his own lines in question is almost impossible, for this portion
+of the <i>Carmina Burana</i> had not, so far as I am aware, been edited
+before the year 1847. The coincidence of metrical form, so far as it
+extends, only establishes the spontaneity of emotion which, in the
+case of the medieval and the modern poet, found a similar rhythm for
+the utterance of similar feeling.</p>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_32_32" id="Footnote_32_32"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_32"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> Page<a href="#Page_38"> 38.</a></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="FAREWELL_TO_THE_FAITHLESS" id="FAREWELL_TO_THE_FAITHLESS"></a>FAREWELL TO THE FAITHLESS.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 40.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A mortal anguish<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How often woundeth me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grieving I languish,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Weighed down with misery;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hearing the mournful<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tale of thy fault and fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blown by Fame's scornful<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Trump to the ears of all!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Envious rumour<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Late or soon will slay thee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love with less humour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lest thy love betray thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whate'er thou dost, do secretly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far from Fame's curiosity;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love in the dark delights to be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His sports are wiles and witchery,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With laugh of lovers greeting.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou wert not slighted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Stained in thine honour, when<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We were united,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lovers unknown to men;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when thy passion<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Grew like thy bosom cold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">None had compassion,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then was thy story told.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fame, who rejoiceth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">New amours to utter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now thy shame voiceth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wide her pinions flutter.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The palace home of modesty<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is made a haunt for harlotry;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The virgin lily you may see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Defiled by fingers lewd and free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With vile embraces meeting.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I mourn the tender<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flower of the youth of thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brighter in splendour<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Than evening's star can be.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pure were thy kisses,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dove-like thy smile;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the snake hisses<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now is thy guile.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lovers who pray thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From thy door are scattered;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lovers who pay thee<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In thy bed are flattered.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou bidst them from thy presence flee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From whom thou canst not take thy fee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blind, halt, and lame thy suitors be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Illustrious men with subtlety<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And poisonous honey cheating.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>I may add that a long soliloquy printed in <i>Carmina Burana</i>, pp.
+119-121, should be compared with the foregoing lyric. It has a similar
+motive, though the lover in this case expresses his willingness for
+reconciliation.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> One part of its expostulation with the faithless
+woman is beautiful in its simplicity:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Amaveram prae caeteris<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Te, sed amici veteris<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Es jam oblita! Superis<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Vel inferis<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ream te criminamur."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>I will close this section with the lament written for a medieval
+Gretchen whose fault has been discovered, and whose lover has been
+forced to leave the country. Its bare realism contrasts with the
+lyrical exuberance of the preceding specimens.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="GRETCHEN" id="GRETCHEN"></a>GRETCHEN.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 41.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Up to this time, well-away!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I concealed the truth from day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Went on loving skilfully.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now my fault at length is clear:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the hour of need is near,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From my shape all eyes can see.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So my mother gives me blows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So my father curses throws;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They both treat me savagely.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the house alone I sit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dare not walk about the street,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor at play in public be.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If I walk about the street,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every one I chance to meet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Scans me like a prodigy:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When they see the load I bear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the neighbours nudge and stare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gaping while I hasten by;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With their elbows nudge, and so<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With their finger point, as though<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I were some monstrosity;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me with nods and winks they spurn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Judge me fit in flames to burn<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For one lapse from honesty.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why this tedious tale prolong?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Short, I am become a song,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In all mouths a mockery.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By this am I done to death,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sorrow kills me, chokes my breath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ever weep I bitterly.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One thing makes me still more grieve,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That my friend his home must leave<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the same cause instantly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Therefore is my sadness so<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Multiplied, weighed down with woe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For he too will part from me.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span></p>
+<h2>XVIII.</h2>
+
+
+<p>A separate section should be assigned to poems of exile. They are not
+very numerous, but are interesting in connection with the wandering
+life of their vagrant authors. The first has all the dreamy pathos
+felt by a young German leaving his beloved home in some valley of the
+Suabian or Thuringian hills.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="ADIEU_TO_THE_VALLEY" id="ADIEU_TO_THE_VALLEY"></a>ADIEU TO THE VALLEY.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 42.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, of love twin-brother anguish!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In thy pangs I faint and languish,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cannot find relief from thee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nay, no marvel! I must grieve her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wander forth in exile, leave her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who hath gained the heart of me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who of loveliness so rare is<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That for her sake Trojan Paris<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Would have left his Helen&euml;.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Smile, thou valley, sweetest, fairest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wreathed with roses of the rarest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flower of all the vales that be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Vale of vales, all vales excelling,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sun and moon thy praise are telling,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With the song-birds' melody;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span><span class="i0">Nightingales thy praise are singing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O thou soothing solace-bringing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the soul's despondency!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The second was probably intended to be sung at a drinking-party by a
+student taking leave of his companions. It is love that forces him to
+quit their society and to break with his studies. The long rhyming
+lines, followed by a sharp drop at the close of each stanza upon a
+short disjointed phrase, seem to indicate discouragement and
+melancholy.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_LOVERS_PARTING" id="THE_LOVERS_PARTING"></a>THE LOVER'S PARTING.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 43.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sweet native soil, farewell! dear country of my birth!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fair chamber of the loves! glad home of joy and mirth!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To-morrow or to-day I leave you, o'er the earth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To wander struck with love, to pine with rage and dearth<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">In exile!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Farewell, sweet land, and ye, my comrades dear, adieu!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To whom with kindly heart I have been ever true;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The studies that we loved I may no more pursue;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weep then for me, who part as though I died to you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">Love-laden!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As many as the flowers that Hybla's valley cover,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As many as the leaves that on Dodona hover,<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span><span class="i0">As many as the fish that sail the wide seas over,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So many are the pangs that pain a faithful lover,<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">For ever!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With the new fire of love my wounded bosom burns;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Love knows not any ruth, all tender pity spurns;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How true the proverb speaks that saith to him that yearns,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Where love is there is pain; thy pleasure love returns<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">With anguish!"<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah, sorrow! ah, how sad the wages of our bliss!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In lovers' hearts the flame's too hot for happiness;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Venus still doth send new sighs and new distress<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When once the enamoured soul is taken with excess<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">Of sweetness!<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The third introduces us to a little episode of medieval private life
+which must have been frequent enough. It consists of a debate between
+a father and his son upon the question whether the young man should
+enter into a monastic brotherhood. The youth is lying on a sickbed,
+and thinks that he is already at the point of death. It will be
+noticed that he is only diverted from his project by the mention of a
+student friend (indicated, as usual, by an N), whom he would never be
+able to see again if he assumed the cowl. I suspect, however, that the
+poem has not been transmitted to us entire.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="IN_ARTICULO_MORTIS" id="IN_ARTICULO_MORTIS"></a>IN ARTICULO MORTIS.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 44.</h3>
+<p><i>Son</i>.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, my father! help, I pray!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Death is near my soul to-day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With your blessing let me be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Made a monk right speedily!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">See the foe my life invade!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Haste, oh haste, to give me aid!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bring me comfort and heart's ease,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strengthen me in this disease!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Father</i>.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, my best-belov&egrave;d son,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What is this thou wouldst have done?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weigh it well in heart and brain:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do not leave me here in pain.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Son</i>.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Father, this thy loving care<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Makes me weep full sore, I swear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For you will be childless when<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I have joined those holy men.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Father</i>.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Therefore make a little stay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Put it off till the third day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It may be your danger is<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not unto the death, I wis.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Son</i>.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Such the anguish that I feel<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through my inmost entrails steal,<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span><span class="i0">That I bide in doubt lest death<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ere to-morrow end my breath.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Father</i>.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Those strict rules that monks observe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well I know them! They must serve<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heaven by fasting every day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And by keeping watch alway.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Son</i>.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who for God watch through the night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall receive a crown of light;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who for heaven's sake hungers, he<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall be fed abundantly.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Father</i>.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hard and coarse the food they eat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beans and pottage-herbs their meat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">After such a banquet, think,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Water is their only drink!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Son</i>.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What's the good of feasts, or bright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cups of Bacchus, when, in spite<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all comforts, at the last<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This poor flesh to worms is cast?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Father</i>.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Well, then, let thy parent's moan<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Move thee in thy soul, my son!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mourning for thee made a monk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dead-alive in darkness sunk.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Son</i>.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They who father, mother love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And their God neglect, will prove<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span><span class="i0">That they are in error found<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the judgment trump shall sound.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Father</i>.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Logic! would thou ne'er hadst been<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Known on earth for mortal teen!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many a clerk thou mak'st to roam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wretched, exiled from his home.&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Never more thine eyes, my son,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall behold thy darling one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Him, that little clerk so fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">N., thy friend beyond compare!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>Son</i>.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, alas! unhappy me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What to do I cannot see;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wandering lost in exile so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without guide or light I go!&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dry your tears, my father dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Haply there is better cheer;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now my mind on change is set,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll not be a monk, not yet.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span></div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>XIX.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The order adopted in this essay brings us now to drinking-songs. Next
+to spring and love, our students set their affections principally on
+the tavern and the winebowl. In the poems on the Order we have seen
+how large a space in their vagrant lives was occupied by the tavern
+and its jovial company of topers and gamesters. It was there that&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Some are gaming, some are drinking,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some are living without thinking;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And of those who make the racket,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some are stripped of coat and jacket;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some get clothes of finer feather,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some are cleaned out altogether;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No one there dreads death's invasion,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But all drink in emulation."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The song from which I have extracted this stanza contains a parody of
+S. Thomas Aquinas' hymn on the Eucharist.<a name="FNanchor_33_33" id="FNanchor_33_33"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_33" class="fnanchor">[33]</a> To translate it seemed
+to me impossible; but I will cite the following stanza, which may be
+compared with stanzas ix. and x. of <i>Lauda Sion</i>:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Bibit hera, bibit herus,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bibit miles, bibit clerus,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bibit ille, bibit illa,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bibit servus cum ancilla,<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span><span class="i0">Bibit velox, bibit piger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bibit albus, bibit niger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bibit constans, bibit vagus,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bibit rudis, bibit magus."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Several of the best anacreontics of the period are even more
+distinctly parodies. The following panegyric of wine, for example, is
+modelled upon a hymn to the Virgin:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_33_33" id="Footnote_33_33"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33_33"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> <i>In Taberna, Carm. Bur</i>., p. 235.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="A_SEQUENCE_IN_PRAISE_OF_WINE" id="A_SEQUENCE_IN_PRAISE_OF_WINE"></a>A SEQUENCE IN PRAISE OF WINE.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 45.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wine the good and bland, thou blessing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the good, the bad's distressing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet of taste by all confessing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hail, thou world's felicity!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hail thy hue, life's gloom dispelling;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hail thy taste, all tastes excelling;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By thy power, in this thy dwelling<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Deign to make us drunk with thee!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, how blest for bounteous uses<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is the birth of pure vine-juices!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Safe's the table which produces<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wine in goodly quality.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, in colour how auspicious!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, in odour how delicious!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the mouth how sweet, propitious<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the tongue enthralled by thee!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Blest the man who first thee planted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Called thee by thy name enchanted!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He whose cups have ne'er been scanted<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dreads no danger that may be.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blest the belly where thou bidest!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blest the tongue where thou residest!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blest the mouth through which thou glidest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the lips thrice blest by thee!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Therefore let wine's praise be sounded,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Healths to topers all propounded;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We shall never be confounded,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Toping for eternity!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pray we: here be thou still flowing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Plenty on our board bestowing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While with jocund voice we're showing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How we serve thee&mdash;Jubilee!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Another, regarding the date of which I have no information, is an
+imitation of a well-known <i>Christmas Carol</i>.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="A_CAROL_OF_WINE" id="A_CAROL_OF_WINE"></a>A CAROL OF WINE.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 46.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In dulci jubilo<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing we, make merry so!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Since our heart's pleasure<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Latet in poculo,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Drawn from the cask, good measure.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span><span class="i0">Pro hoc convivio,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nunc, nunc bibito!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O crater parvule!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How my soul yearns for thee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Make me now merry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O potus optime,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Claret or hock or sherry!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Et vos concinite:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Vivant socii!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O vini caritas!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O Bacchi lenitas!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We've drained our purses<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Per multa pocula:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet hope we for new mercies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nummoram gaudia:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Would that we had them, ah!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ubi sunt gaudia? where,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If that they be not there?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There the lads are singing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Selecta cantica:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There are glasses ringing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In villae curia;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oh, would that we were there!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><i>In Dulci Jubilo</i> yields an example of mixed Latin and German. This is
+the case too with a comparatively ancient drinking-song quoted by
+Geiger in his <i>Renaissance und Humanismus</i>, p. 414. It may be
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span>
+mentioned that the word <i>Bursae</i>, for <i>Burschen</i>, occurs in stanza v.
+This word, to indicate a student, can also be found in <i>Carm. Bur.</i>,
+p. 236, where we are introduced to scholars drinking yellow Rhine wine
+out of glasses of a pale pink colour&mdash;already in the twelfth century!</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_STUDENTS_WINE-BOUT" id="THE_STUDENTS_WINE-BOUT"></a>THE STUDENTS' WINE-BOUT.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 47.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ho, all ye jovial brotherhood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Quos sitis vexat plurima,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know a host whose wits are good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Quod vina spectat optima.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His wine he blends not with the juice<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">E puteo qui sumitur;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each kind its virtue doth produce<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">E botris ut exprimitur.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Host, bring us forth good wine and strong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In cella quod est optimum!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We brethren will our sport prolong<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ad noctis usque terminum.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whoso to snarl or bite is fain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ut canes decet rabidos,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Outside our circle may remain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ad porcos eat sordidos,<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hurrah! my lads, we'll merry make!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Levate sursum pocula!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God's blessing on all wine we take,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In sempiterna saecula!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Two lyrics of distinguished excellence, which still hold their place
+in the <i>Commersbuch</i>, cannot claim certain antiquity in their present
+form. They are not included in the <i>Carmina Burana</i>; yet their style
+is so characteristic of the Archipoeta, that I believe we may credit
+him with at least a share in their composition. The first starts with
+an allusion to the Horatian <i>tempus edax rerum</i>.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="TIMES_A-FLYING" id="TIMES_A-FLYING"></a>TIME'S A-FLYING.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 48.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Laurel-crowned Horatius,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">True, how true thy saying!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Swift as wind flies over us<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Time, devouring, slaying.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where are, oh! those goblets full<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of wine honey-laden,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strifes and loves and bountiful<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lips of ruddy maiden?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Grows the young grape tenderly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the maid is growing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the thirsty poet, see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Years on him are snowing!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span><span class="i0">What's the use on hoary curls<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of the bays undying.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If we may not kiss the girls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Drink while time's a-flying?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The second consists of a truly brilliant development of the theme
+which our Herrick condensed into one splendid phrase&mdash;"There's no lust
+like to poetry!"</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THERES_NO_LUST_LIKE_TO_POETRY" id="THERES_NO_LUST_LIKE_TO_POETRY"></a>THERE'S NO LUST LIKE TO POETRY.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 49.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sweet in goodly fellowship<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tastes red wine and rare O!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But to kiss a girl's ripe lip<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is a gift more fair O!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet a gift more sweet, more fine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is the lyre of Maro!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While these three good gifts were mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'd not change with Pharaoh.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bacchus wakes within my breast<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Love and love's desire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Venus comes and stirs the blessed<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rage of Phoebus' fire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Deathless honour is our due<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From the laurelled sire:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Woe should I turn traitor to<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wine and love and lyre!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Should a tyrant rise and say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Give up wine!" I'd do it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Love no girls!" I would obey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though my heart should rue it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Dash thy lyre!" suppose he saith,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Naught should bring me to it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Yield thy lyre or die!" my breath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dying, should thrill through it!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>A lyric of the elder period in praise of wine and love, which forcibly
+illustrates the contempt felt by the student class for the unlettered
+laity and boors, shall be inserted here. It seems to demand a tune.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="WINE_AND_VENUS" id="WINE_AND_VENUS"></a>WINE AND VENUS.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 50.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Ho, comrades mine!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i5">What is your pleasure?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">What business fine<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i5">Or mirthful measure?<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Lo, Venus toward our crew advancing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A choir of Dryads round her dancing!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Good fellows you!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i5">The time is jolly!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">Earth springs anew,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i5">Bans melancholy;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Bid long farewell to winter weather!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let lads and maids be blithe together.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Dame Venus spurns<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i5">Her brother Ocean;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">To Bacchus turns;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i5">No colder potion<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Deserves her godhead's approbation;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On sober souls she pours damnation.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Let then this band,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i5">Imbued with learning,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">By Venus stand,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i5">Her wages earning!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Laymen we spurn from our alliance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like brutes to art deaf, dumb to science.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Two gods alone<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i5">We serve and mate with;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">One law we own,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i5">Nor hold debate with:<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Who lives the goodly student fashion<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Must love and win love back with passion!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Among drinking-songs of the best period in this literature may be
+reckoned two disputations between water and wine. In the one, Thetis
+defends herself against Lyaeus, and the poet assists in vision at
+their contest. The scene is appropriately laid in the third sphere,
+the pleasant heaven of Venus. The other, which on the whole appears to
+me preferable, and which I have therefore chosen for translation,
+begins and ends with the sound axiom that water<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span> and wine ought never
+to be mixed. It is manifest that the poet reserves the honour of the
+day for wine, though his arguments are fair to both sides. The final
+point, which breaks the case of water down and determines her utter
+confusion, is curious, since it shows that people in the Middle Ages
+were fully alive to the perils of sewage-contaminated wells.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_CONTEST_OF_WINE_AND_WATER" id="THE_CONTEST_OF_WINE_AND_WATER"></a>THE CONTEST OF WINE AND WATER.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 51.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Laying truth bare, stripped of fable,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Briefly as I may be able,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With good reasons manifold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will tell why man should never<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Copulate, but rather sever,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Things that strife and hatred hold.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When one cup in fell confusion<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wine with water blends, the fusion,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Call it by what name you will,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is no blessing, nor deserveth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Any praise, but rather serveth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the emblem of all ill.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wine perceives the water present,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with pain exclaims, "What peasant<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dared to mingle thee with me?<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span><span class="i0">Rise, go forth, get out, and leave me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the same place, here to grieve me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou hast no just claim to be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Vile and shameless in thy going,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into cracks thou still art flowing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That in foul holes thou mayst lie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er the earth thou ought'st to wander,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the earth thy liquor squander,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And at length in anguish die.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"How canst thou adorn a table?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No one sings or tells a fable<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In thy presence dull and drear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the guest who erst was jolly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Laughing, joking, bent on folly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Silent sits when thou art near.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Should one drink of thee to fulness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sound before, he takes an illness;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All his bowels thou dost stir;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Booms the belly, wind ariseth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, enclosed and pent, surpriseth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a thousand sighs the ear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"When the stomach's so inflated,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blasts are then ejaculated<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From both draughts with divers sound;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span><span class="i0">And that organ thus affected,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the air is soon infected<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By the poison breathed around."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Water thus wine's home-thrust warded:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"All thy life is foul and sordid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sunk in misery, steeped in vice;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those who drink thee lose their morals,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Waste their time in sloth and quarrels,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rolling down sin's precipice.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Thou dost teach man's tongue to stutter;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He goes reeling in the gutter<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who hath deigned to kiss thy lips;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hears men speak without discerning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sees a hundred tapers burning<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When there are but two poor dips.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"He who feels for thee soul's hunger<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is a murderer or whoremonger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Davus Geta Birria;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such are they whom thou dost nourish;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With thy fame and name they flourish<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the tavern's disarray.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Thou by reason of thy badness<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Art confined in prison sadness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cramped and small thy dwellings are:<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span><span class="i0">I am great the whole world over,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spread myself abroad and cover<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Every part of earth afar.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Drink I yield to palates burning;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They who for soul's health are yearning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Need the aid that I have given;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since all pilgrims, at their praying,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Far or near, I am conveying<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the palaces of heaven."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wine replied: "What thou hast vaunted<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Proves thee full of fraud; for granted<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That thou earnest ships o'er sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet thou then dost swell and riot;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till they wreck thou hast no quiet;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thus they are deceived through thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"He whose strength is insufficient<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee to slake with heat efficient,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sunk in mortal peril lies:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trusting thee the poor wretch waneth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And through thee at length attaineth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the joys of Paradise.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I'm a god, as that true poet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Naso testifies; men owe it<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Unto me that they are sage;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span><span class="i0">When they do not drink, professors<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lose their wits and lack assessors<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Round about the lecture-stage.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"'Tis impossible to sever<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Truth from falsehood if you never<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Learn to drink my juices neat.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thanks to me, dumb speak, deaf listen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blind folk see, the senses glisten,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the lame man finds his feet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Eld through me to youth returneth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While thine influence o'erturneth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All a young man's lustihead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By my force the world is laden<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With new births, but boy or maiden<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through thy help was never bred."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Water saith: "A god thou! Just men<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By thy craft become unjust men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bad, worse, worst, degenerous!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thanks to thee, their words half uttered<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the drunken lips are stuttered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thy sage is Didymus.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I will speak the truth out wholly:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Earth bears fruit by my gift solely,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the meadows bloom in May;<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span><span class="i0">When it rains not, herbs and grasses<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dry with drought, spring's beauty passes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flowers and lilies fade away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Lo, thy crooked mother pining,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On her boughs the grapes declining,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Barren through the dearth of rain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mark her tendrils lean and sterile<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er the parched earth at their peril<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bent in unavailing pain!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Famine through all lands prevaileth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Terror-struck the people waileth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When I choose to keep away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Christians kneel to Christ to gain me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jews and Pagans to obtain me<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ceaseless vows and offerings pay."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wine saith: "To the deaf thou'rt singing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those vain self-laudations flinging!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Otherwhere thou hast been shown!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Patent 'tis to all the races<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How impure and foul thy place is;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We believe what we have known!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Thou of things the scum and rotten<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sewer, where ordures best forgotten<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And unmentioned still descend!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span><span class="i0">Filth and garbage, stench and poison.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou dost bear in fetid foison!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Here I stop lest words offend."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Water rose, the foe invaded,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In her own defence upbraided<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wine for his invective base:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Now at last we've drawn the curtain!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who, what god thou art is certain<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From thy oracle's disgrace.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"This thine impudent oration<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hurts not me; 'tis desecration<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To a god, and fouls his tongue!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At the utmost at nine paces<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can I suffer filthy places,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fling far from me dirt and dung!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wine saith: "This repudiation<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of my well-weighed imputation<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Doth not clear thyself of crime!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many a man and oft who swallowed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thine infected potion, followed<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">After death in one day's time."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hearing this, in stupefaction<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Water stood; no words, no action,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now restrained her sobs of woe.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span><span class="i0">Wine exclaims, "Why art thou dumb then?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without answer? Is it come then<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To thy complete overthrow?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I who heard the whole contention<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now declare my song's intention,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to all the world proclaim:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They who mix these things shall ever<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Henceforth be accursed, and never<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In Christ's kingdom portion claim.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The same precept, "Keep wine and water apart," is conveyed at the
+close of a lyric distinguished in other respects for the brutal
+passion of its drunken fervour. I have not succeeded in catching the
+rollicking swing of the original verse; and I may observe that the
+last two stanzas seem to form a separate song, although their metre is
+the same as that of the first four.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="BACCHIC_FRENZY" id="BACCHIC_FRENZY"></a>BACCHIC FRENZY.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 52.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Topers in and out of season!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis not thirst but better reason<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bids you tope on steadily!&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pass the wine-cup, let it be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Filled and filled for bout on bout<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Never sleep!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">Racy jest and song flash out!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Spirits leap!<br />
+</span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Those who cannot drink their rations,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Go, begone from these ovations!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Here's no place for bashful boys;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like the plague, they spoil our joys.&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bashful eyes bring rustic cheer<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">When we're drunk,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">And a blush betrays a drear<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Want of spunk.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If there's here a fellow lurking<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who his proper share is shirking,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let the door to him be shown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From our crew we'll have him thrown;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He's more desolate than death,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Mixed with us;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">Let him go and end his breath!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Better thus!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When your heart is set on drinking,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drink on without stay or thinking,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till you cannot stand up straight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor one word articulate!&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But herewith I pledge to you<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">This fair health:<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">May the glass no mischief do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Bring you wealth!<br />
+</span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wed not you the god and goddess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the god doth scorn the goddess;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He whose name is Liber, he<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Glories in his liberty.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All her virtue in the cup<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Runs to waste,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">And wine wedded yieldeth up<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Strength and taste.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Since she is the queen of ocean,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Goddess she may claim devotion;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But she is no mate to kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His superior holiness.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bacchus never deigned to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Watered, he!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">Liber never bore to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Christened, he!<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span></p>
+<h2>XX.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Closely allied to drinking-songs are some comic ditties which may have
+been sung at wine-parties. Of these I have thought it worth while to
+present a few specimens, though their medieval bluntness of humour
+does not render them particularly entertaining to a modern reader.</p>
+
+<p>The first I have chosen is <i>The Lament of the Roast Swan</i>. It must be
+remembered that this bird was esteemed a delicacy in the Middle Ages,
+and also that pepper was highly prized for its rarity. This gives a
+certain point to the allusion in the third stanza.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_LAMENT_OF_THE_ROAST_SWAN" id="THE_LAMENT_OF_THE_ROAST_SWAN"></a>THE LAMENT OF THE ROAST SWAN.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 53.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Time was my wings were my delight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Time was I made a lovely sight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas when I was a swan snow-white.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Woe's me! I vow,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">Black am I now,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">Burned up, back, beak, and brow!<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The baster turns me on the spit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fire I've felt the force of it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The carver carves me bit by bit.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span><span class="i0">I'd rather in the water float<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under the bare heavens like a boat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than have this pepper down my throat.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whiter I was than wool or snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fairer than any bird I know;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now am I blacker than a crow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now in the gravy-dish I lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I cannot swim, I cannot fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nothing but gnashing teeth I spy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">Woe's me! I vow, &amp;c.<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The next is <i>The Last Will of the Dying Ass</i>. There is not much to be
+said for the wit of this piece.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_WILL_OF_THE_DYING_ASS" id="THE_WILL_OF_THE_DYING_ASS"></a>THE WILL OF THE DYING ASS.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 54.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">While a boor, as poets tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whacked his patient ass too well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the ground half dead it fell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">La sol fa,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">On the ground half dead it fell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">La sol fa mi re ut.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then with gesture sad and low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Streaming eyes and words of woe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He at length addressed it so:<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span><span class="i0">"Had I known, my gentle ass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou from me so soon wouldst pass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'd have swaddled thee, alas!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Made for thee a tunic meet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shirt and undershirt complete,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Breeches, drawers of linen sweet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Rise awhile, for pity's sake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ere life your limbs forsake<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You your legacies may make!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Soon the ass stood up, and thus,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a weak voice dolorous,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His last will proclaimed for us:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"To the magistrates my head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eyes to constables," he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ears to judges, when I'm dead;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"To old men my teeth shall fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lips to wanton wooers all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And my tongue to wives that brawl.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Let my feet the bailiffs win,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nostrils the tobacco-men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fat canons take my skin.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Voice to singing boys I give,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Throat to topers, may they live!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span><span class="i0">**** to students amative.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"*** on shepherds I bestow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thistles on divines, and lo!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the law my shade shall go.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Elders have my tardy pace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Boys my rude and rustic grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Monks my simple open face."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He who saith this testament<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will not hold, let him be shent;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He's an ass by all consent.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">La sol fa,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">He's an ass by all consent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">La sol fa mi re ut.<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>As a third specimen I select a little bit of mixed prose and verse
+from the <i>Carmina Burana</i>, which is curious from its allusion to the
+Land of Cockaigne. Goliardic literature, it may be parenthetically
+observed, has some strong pieces of prose comedy and satire. Of these,
+the <i>Mass of Topers</i> and <i>Mass of Gamesters</i>, the <i>Gospel according to
+Marks</i>, and the description of a fat monk's daily life deserve
+quotation.<a name="FNanchor_34_34" id="FNanchor_34_34"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_34" class="fnanchor">[34]</a> They are for the most part, however, too profane to
+bear translation.</p>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_34_34" id="Footnote_34_34"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34_34"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> Wright's <i>Rel. Ant.</i>, ii.; <i>Carm. Bur.</i>, pp. 248 and
+22; Wright's <i>Mapes</i>, p. xl.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_ABBOT_OF_COCKAIGNE" id="THE_ABBOT_OF_COCKAIGNE"></a>THE ABBOT OF COCKAIGNE.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 55.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I am the Abbot of Cockaigne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And this is my counsel with topers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in the sect of Decius (gamesters) this is my will;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And whoso shall seek me in taverns before noon;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">After evensong shall he go forth naked,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thus, stripped of raiment, shall lament him:<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Wafna! wafna!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i3">O Fate most foul, what hast thou done?<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i3">The joys of man beneath the sun<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i3">Thou hast stolen, every one!<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span></p>
+<h2>XXI.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The transition from these trivial and slightly interesting comic songs
+to poems of a serious import, which played so important a part in
+Goliardic literature, must of necessity be abrupt. It forms no part of
+my present purpose to exhibit the Wandering Students in their capacity
+as satirists. That belongs more properly to a study of the earlier
+Reformation than to such an inquiry as I have undertaken in this
+treatise. Satires, especially medieval satires, are apt, besides, to
+lose their force and value in translation. I have therefore confined
+myself to five specimens, more or less closely connected with the
+subjects handled in this study.</p>
+
+<p>The first has the interest of containing some ideas which Villon
+preserved in his ballad of the men of old time.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="DEATH_TAKES_ALL" id="DEATH_TAKES_ALL"></a>DEATH TAKES ALL.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 56.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hear, O thou earth, hear, thou encircling sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yea, all that live beneath the sun, hear ye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How of this world the bravery and the glory<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are but vain forms and shadows transitory,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even as all things 'neath Time's empire show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By their short durance and swift overthrow!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span><span class="i2">Nothing avails the dignity of kings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Naught, naught avail the strength and stuff of things;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wisdom of the arts no succour brings;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Genus and species help not at death's hour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No man was saved by gold in that dread stour;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The substance of things fadeth as a flower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As ice 'neath sunshine melts into a shower.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where is Plato, where is Porphyrius?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where is Tullius, where is Virgilius?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where is Thales, where is Empedocles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or illustrious Aristoteles?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where's Alexander, peerless of might?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where is Hector, Troy's stoutest knight?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where is King David, learning's light?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Solomon where, that wisest wight?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where is Helen, and Paris rose-bright?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They have fallen to the bottom, as a stone rolls:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who knows if rest be granted to their souls?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But Thou, O God, of faithful men the Lord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To us Thy favour evermore afford<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When on the wicked judgment shall be poured!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The second marks the passage from those feelings of youth and
+spring-time which have been copiously illustrated in Sections
+xiv.-xvii., to emotions befitting later manhood and life's autumn.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="AUTUMN_YEARS" id="AUTUMN_YEARS"></a>AUTUMN YEARS.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 57.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">While life's April blossom blew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What I willed I then might do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lust and law seemed comrades true.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">As I listed, unresisted,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Hither, thither, could I play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And my wanton flesh obey.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When life's autumn days decline,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus to live, a libertine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fancy-free as thoughts incline,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Manhood's older age and colder<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Now forbids; removes, destroys<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All those ways of wonted joys.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Age with admonition wise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus doth counsel and advise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While her voice within me cries:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">"For repenting and relenting<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">There is room; forgiveness falls<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On all contrite prodigals!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I will seek a better mind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Change, correct, and leave behind<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span><span class="i0">What I did with purpose blind:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">From vice sever, with endeavour<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Yield my soul to serious things,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seek the joy that virtue brings.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The third would find a more appropriate place in a hymn-book than in a
+collection of <i>Carmina Vagorum</i>. It is, however, written in a lyrical
+style so closely allied to the secular songs of the <i>Carmina Burana</i>
+(where it occurs) that I have thought it well to quote its grimly
+medieval condemnation of human life.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="VANITAS_VANITATUM" id="VANITAS_VANITATUM"></a>VANITAS VANITATUM.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 58.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This vile world<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In madness hurled<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Offers but false shadows;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Joys that wane<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And waste like vain<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Lilies of the meadows.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Worldly wealth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Youth, strength, and health,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Cramp the soul's endeavour;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Drive it down<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In hell to drown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Hell that burns for ever.<br />
+</span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What we see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what let be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">While on earth we tarry,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">We shall cast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like leaves at last<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Which the sere oaks carry.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Carnal life,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Man's law of strife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Hath but brief existence;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">Passes, fades,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like wavering shades<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Without real subsistence.<br />
+</span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Therefore bind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tread down and grind<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Fleshly lusts that blight us;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i0">So heaven's bliss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Mid saints that kiss<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">Shall for aye delight us.<br />
+</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The fourth, in like manner, would have but little to do with a
+Commersbuch, were it not for the fact that the most widely famous
+modern student-song of Germany has borrowed two passages from its
+serious and tragic rhythm. Close inspection of <i>Gaudeamus Igitur</i>
+shows that the metrical structure of that song is based on the
+principle of quoting one of its long lines and rhyming to it.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ON_CONTEMPT_FOR_THE_WORLD" id="ON_CONTEMPT_FOR_THE_WORLD"></a>ON CONTEMPT FOR THE WORLD.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 59.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"De contemptu mundi:" this is the theme I've taken:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Time it is from sleep to rise, from death's torpor waken:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gather virtue's grain and leave tares of sin forsaken.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rise up, rise, be vigilant; trim your lamp, be ready.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Brief is life, and brevity briefly shall be ended:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Death comes quick, fears no man, none hath his dart suspended:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Death kills all, to no man's prayer hath he condescended.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rise up, rise, be vigilant; trim your lamp, be ready.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Where are they who in this world, ere we kept, were keeping?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come unto the churchyard, thou! see where they are sleeping!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dust and ashes are they, worms in their flesh are creeping.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rise up, rise, be vigilant; trim your lamp, be ready.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Into life each man is born with great teen and trouble:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All through life he drags along; toil on toil is double:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When life's done, the pangs of death take him, break the bubble.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rise up, rise, be vigilant; trim your lamp, be ready.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If from sin thou hast been turned, born a new man wholly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Changed thy life to better things, childlike, simple, holy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus into God's realm shalt thou enter with the lowly.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rise up, rise, be vigilant; trim your lamp, be ready.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Having alluded to <i>Gaudeamus Igitur</i>, I shall close my translations
+with a version of it into English. The dependence of this lyric upon
+the rhythm and substance of the poem on <i>Contempt for the World</i>,
+which I have already indicated, is perhaps the reason why it is sung
+by German students after the funeral of a comrade. The Office for the
+Dead sounding in their ears, occasions the startling <i>igitur</i> with
+which it opens; and their mind reverts to solemn phrases in the midst
+of masculine determination to enjoy the present while it is yet
+theirs.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="GAUDEAMUS_IGITUR" id="GAUDEAMUS_IGITUR"></a>GAUDEAMUS IGITUR.</h2>
+
+<h3>No. 60.</h3>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let us live then and be glad<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While young life's before us!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">After youthful pastime had,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">After old age hard and sad,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">Earth will slumber o'er us.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Where are they who in this world,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ere we kept, were keeping?<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span><span class="i4">Go ye to the gods above;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">Go to hell; inquire thereof:<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">They are not; they're sleeping.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Brief is life, and brevity<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Briefly shall be ended:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Death comes like a whirlwind strong,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">Bears us with his blast along;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">None shall be defended.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Live this university,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Men that learning nourish;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Live each member of the same,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">Long live all that bear its name;<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">Let them ever flourish!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Live the commonwealth also,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the men that guide it!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Live our town in strength and health,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">Founders, patrons, by whose wealth<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">We are here provided!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Live all girls! A health to you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Melting maids and beauteous!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Live the wives and women too,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">Gentle, loving, tender, true,<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">Good, industrious, duteous!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Perish cares that pule and pine!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Perish envious blamers!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Die the Devil, thine and mine!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i4">Die the starch-necked Philistine!<br />
+</span>
+<span class="i2">Scoffers and defamers!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span></p>
+<h2>XXII.</h2>
+
+
+<p>I have now fulfilled the purpose which I had in view when I began this
+study of the <i>Carmina Vagorum</i>, and have reproduced in English verse
+what seemed to me the most characteristic specimens of that
+literature, in so far as it may be considered precursory of the
+Renaissance.</p>
+
+<p>In spite of novelty, in spite of historical interest, in spite of a
+certain literary charm, it is not an edifying product of medieval art
+with which I have been dealing. When I look back upon my own work, and
+formulate the impression left upon my mind by familiarity with the
+songs I have translated, the doubt occurs whether some apology be not
+required for having dragged these forth from antiquarian obscurity.</p>
+
+<p>The truth is that there is very little that is elevated in the lyrics
+of the Goliardi. They are almost wholly destitute of domestic piety,
+of patriotism, of virtuous impulse, of heroic resolve. The greatness
+of an epoch which throbbed with the enthusiasms of the Crusades, which
+gave birth to a Francis and a Dominic, which witnessed the manly
+resistance offered by the Lombard burghs to the Teutonic Emperor, the
+formation of Northern France into a solid monarchy, and the victorious
+struggle of the Papacy against the Empire, finds but rare expression
+in this poetry. From the <i>Carmina Burana</i> we cull one chant indeed on
+Saladin, one spirited lament for Richard Coeur de Lion; but their
+general tone is egotistic.</p>
+
+<p>Even the satires, so remarkable for boldness, are directed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span> against
+those ecclesiastical abuses which touched the interests of the clerkly
+classes&mdash;against simony, avarice, venality in the Roman Curia, against
+the ambition of prelates and the effort to make princely benefices
+hereditary, rather than against the real sins of the Church&mdash;her
+wilful solidification of popular superstitions for the purposes of
+self-aggrandisement, her cruel persecution of free thought, and her
+deflection from the spirit of her Founder.</p>
+
+<p>With regard to women, abundant examples have been adduced to
+illustrate the sensual and unromantic spirit of these lettered lovers.
+A note of undisguised materialism sounds throughout the large majority
+of their erotic songs. Tenderness of feeling is rarely present. The
+passion is one-sided, recognised as ephemeral, without a vista on the
+sanctities of life in common with the beloved object. Notable
+exceptions to the general rule are the lyrics I have printed above on
+pp. 75-78. But it would have been easier to confirm the impression of
+licentiousness than to multiply specimens of delicate sentiment, had I
+chosen to ransack the whole stores of the <i>Carmina Burana</i>.</p>
+
+<p>It is not necessary to censure their lack of so-called chivalrous
+woman-worship. That artificial mood of emotion, though glorified by
+the literary art of greatest poets, has something pitiably unreal,
+incurably morbid, in its mysticism. But, putting this aside, we are
+still bound to notice the absence of that far more human self-devotion
+of man to woman which forms a con<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span>spicuous element in the Arthurian
+romances. The love of Tristram for Iseult, of Lancelot for Guinevere,
+of Beaumains for his lady, is alien to the Goliardic conception of
+intersexual relations. Nowhere do we find a trace of Arthur's vow
+imposed upon his knights: "never to do outrage,... and alway to do
+ladies, damosels, and gentlewomen succour upon pain of death." This
+manly respect for women, which was, if not precisely the purest, yet
+certainly the most fruitful social impulse of the Middle Ages,
+receives no expression in the <i>Carmina Vagorum</i>.</p>
+
+<p>The reason is not far to seek. The Clerici were a class debarred from
+domesticity, devoted in theory to celibacy, in practice incapable of
+marriage. They were not so much unsocial or anti-social as
+extra-social; and while they gave a loose rein to their appetites,
+they respected none of those ties, anticipated none of those home
+pleasures, which consecrate the animal desires in everyday existence
+as we know it. One of their most popular poems is a brutal monastic
+diatribe on matrimony, fouler in its stupid abuse of women, more
+unmanly in its sordid imputations, than any satire which emanated from
+the corruption of Imperial Rome.<a name="FNanchor_35_35" id="FNanchor_35_35"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_35" class="fnanchor">[35]</a> The cynicism of this exhortation
+against marriage forms a proper supplement to the other kind of
+cynicism which emerges in the lyrics of triumphant seducers and light
+lovers.</p>
+
+<p>But why then have I taken the trouble to translate <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span>these songs, and
+to present them in such profusion to a modern audience? It is because,
+after making all allowances for their want of great or noble feeling,
+due to the peculiar medium from which they sprang, they are in many
+ways realistically beautiful and in a strict sense true to vulgar
+human nature. They are the spontaneous expression of careless, wanton,
+unreflective youth. And all this they were, too, in an age which we
+are apt to regard as incapable of these very qualities.</p>
+
+<p>The defects I have been at pains to indicate render the Goliardic
+poems remarkable as documents for the right understanding of the
+brilliant Renaissance epoch which was destined to close the Middle
+Ages. To the best of them we may with certainty assign the
+seventy-five years between 1150 and 1225. In that period, so fruitful
+of great efforts and of great results in the fields of politics and
+thought and literature, efforts and results foredoomed to partial
+frustration and to perverse misapplication&mdash;in that potent space of
+time, so varied in its intellectual and social manifestations, so
+pregnant with good and evil, so rapid in mutations, so indeterminate
+between advance and retrogression&mdash;this Goliardic poetry stands
+alone. It occupies a position of unique and isolated, if limited,
+interest; because it was no outcome of feudalism or ecclesiasticism;
+because it has no tincture of chivalrous or mystic piety; because it
+implies no metaphysical determination; because it is pagan in the
+sense of being natural; because it is devoid of allegory, and,
+finally, because it is emphatically humanistic.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>In these respects it detaches itself from the artistic and literary
+phenomena of the century which gave it birth. In these respects it
+anticipates the real eventual Renaissance.</p>
+
+<p>There are, indeed, points of contact between the Students' Songs and
+other products of the Middle Ages. Scholastic quibblings upon words;
+reiterated commonplaces about spring; the brutal contempt for
+villeins; the frequent employment of hymn-rhythms and preoccupation
+with liturgical phrases&mdash;these show that the Wandering Scholars were
+creatures of their age. But the qualities which this lyrical
+literature shares with that of the court, the temple, or the schools
+are mainly superficial; whereas the vital inspiration, the specific
+flavour, which render it noteworthy, are distinct and self-evolved. It
+is a premature, an unconscious effort made by a limited class to
+achieve <i>per saltum</i> what was slowly and laboriously wrought out by
+whole nations in the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries. Too
+precocious, too complete within too narrow limits, it was doomed to
+sterility. Not the least singular fact about it is that though the
+<i>Carmina Vagorum</i> continued to be appreciated, they were neither
+imitated nor developed to any definite extent after the period which I
+have indicated. They fell still-born upon the unreceptive soil of
+European culture at that epoch. Yet they foreshadowed the mental and
+moral attitude which Europe was destined to assume when Italy through
+humanism gave its tone to the Renaissance.</p>
+
+<p>The Renaissance, in Italy as elsewhere, had far more<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span> serious aims and
+enthusiasms in the direction of science, refined self-culture,
+discoveries, analysis of man and nature, than have always been
+ascribed to it. The men of that epoch did more hard work for the
+world, conferred more sterling benefits on their posterity, than those
+who study it chiefly from the point of view of art are ready to admit.
+But the mental atmosphere in which those heroes lived and wrought was
+one of carelessness with regard to moral duties and religious
+aspirations, of exuberant delight in pleasure as an object of
+existence. The glorification of the body and the senses, the
+repudiation of an ascetic tyranny which had long in theory imposed
+impossible abstentions on the carnal man, was a marked feature in
+their conception of the world; and connected with this was a return in
+no merely superficial spirit to the antique paganism of Greece and
+Rome.</p>
+
+<p>These characteristics of the Renaissance we find already outlined with
+surprising definiteness, and at the same time with an almost childlike
+na&iuml;vet&eacute;, a careless, mirth-provoking nonchalance, in the <i>Carmina
+Vagorum</i>. They remind us of the Italian lyrics which Lorenzo de'
+Medici and Poliziano wrote for the Florentine populace; and though in
+form and artistic intention they differ from the Latin verse of that
+period, their view of life is not dissimilar to that of a Pontano or a
+Beccadelli.</p>
+
+<p>Some folk may regard the things I have presented to their view as ugly
+or insignificant, because they lack the higher qualities of sentiment;
+others may over-value them for precisely the same reason. They seem to
+me note<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span>worthy as the first unmistakable sign of a change in modern
+Europe which was inevitable and predestined, as the first literary
+effort to restore the moral attitude of antiquity which had been
+displaced by medieval Christianity. I also feel the special relation
+which they bear to English poetry of the Etizabethan age&mdash;a relation
+that has facilitated their conversion into our language.</p>
+
+<p>That Wandering Students of the twelfth century should have transcended
+the limitations of their age; that they should have absorbed so many
+elements of life into their scheme of natural enjoyment as the artists
+and scholars of the fifteenth; that they should have theorised their
+appetites and impulses with Valla, have produced masterpieces of
+poetry to rival Ariosto's, or criticisms of society in the style of
+Rabelais, was not to be expected. What their lyrics prove by
+anticipation is the sincerity of the so-called paganism of the
+Renaissance. When we read them, we perceive that that quality was
+substantially independent of the classical revival; though the
+influences of antique literature were eagerly seized upon as useful
+means for strengthening and giving tone to an already potent revolt of
+nature against hypocritical and palsy-stricken forms of spiritual
+despotism.</p>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_35_35" id="Footnote_35_35"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35_35"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> <i>Golias de Conjuge non ducenda</i>, Wright's <i>Mapes</i>, p.
+77.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span></p>
+<h2>APPENDIX.</h2>
+
+<h3>NOTE ON THE "ORDO VAGORUM" AND THE "ARCHIPOETA."</h3>
+<p><i><b>See Section vii. pp. <a href="#Page_16">16-23</a>, above.</b></i></p>
+
+
+<p>It seems desirable that I should enlarge upon some topics which I
+treated somewhat summarily in Section vii. I assumed that the
+Wandering Scholars regarded themselves as a kind of Guild or Order;
+and for this assumption the Songs Nos. 1, 2, 3, translated in Section
+xiii. are a sufficient warrant. Yet the case might be considerably
+strengthened. In the <i>Sequentia falsi evangelii secundum marcam
+argenti</i><a name="FNanchor_36_36" id="FNanchor_36_36"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_36" class="fnanchor">[36]</a> we read of the <i>Gens Lusorum</i> or Tribe of Gamesters,
+which corresponds to the <i>Secta Decii</i>,<a name="FNanchor_37_37" id="FNanchor_37_37"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_37" class="fnanchor">[37]</a> the <i>Ordo Vagorum</i>, and
+the <i>Familia Goliae</i>. Again, in Wright's <i>Walter Mapes</i><a name="FNanchor_38_38" id="FNanchor_38_38"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_38" class="fnanchor">[38]</a> there is
+an epistle written from England by one Richardus Goliardus to <i>Omnibus
+in Gallia Goliae discipulis</i>, introducing a friend, asking for
+information <i>ordo vester qualis est</i>, and giving for the reason of
+this request <i>ne magis in ordine indiscrete vivam</i>. He addresses his
+French comrades as <i>pueri Goliae</i>, and winds up with good wishes for
+the <i>socios sanctae confratriae</i>. Proofs might be multiplied <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span>that the
+Wandering Students in Germany also regarded themselves as a
+confraternity, with special rules and ordinances. Of this, the curious
+parody of an episcopal letter, issued in 1209 by <i>Surianus, Praesul et
+Archiprimas</i>, to the <i>vagi clerici</i> of Austria, Styria, Bavaria, and
+Moravia is a notable example.<a name="FNanchor_39_39" id="FNanchor_39_39"></a><a href="#Footnote_39_39" class="fnanchor">[39]</a></p>
+
+<p>I have treated Golias as the eponymous hero of this tribe, the chief
+of this confraternity. But it ought to be said that the name Golias
+occurs principally in English MSS., where the Goliardic poems are
+ascribed to <i>Golias Episcopus.</i> Elsewhere the same personage is spoken
+of as <i>Primas</i>, which is a title of dignity applying to a prelate with
+jurisdiction superior even to that of an archbishop. Grimm<a name="FNanchor_40_40" id="FNanchor_40_40"></a><a href="#Footnote_40_40" class="fnanchor">[40]</a> quotes
+this phrase from a German chronicle: <i>Primas vagus multos versus
+edidit magistrates</i>. In the <i>Sequentia falsi evangelii</i><a name="FNanchor_41_41" id="FNanchor_41_41"></a><a href="#Footnote_41_41" class="fnanchor">[41]</a> we find
+twice repeated <i>Primas autem qui dicitur vilissimus</i>. The Venetian
+codex from which Grimm drew some of his texts<a name="FNanchor_42_42" id="FNanchor_42_42"></a><a href="#Footnote_42_42" class="fnanchor">[42]</a> attributes the
+<i>Dispute of Thetis and Lyaeus</i> and the <i>Advice against Matrimony</i>,
+both of which passed in England under the name of Golias and
+afterwards of Walter Map, to <i>Primas Presbyter</i>.</p>
+
+<p>With regard to this Primas, it is important to mention that Fra
+Salimbene in his Chronicle<a name="FNanchor_43_43" id="FNanchor_43_43"></a><a href="#Footnote_43_43" class="fnanchor">[43]</a> gives a succinct account of him under
+the date 1233. It runs as follows: <i>Fuit his temporibus Primas
+canonicus eoloniensis, magnus trutannus et magnus trufator, et maximus
+versificator et velox, qui, si dedisset cor suum ad diligendum Deum,
+magnus in litteratura divina fuisset, et utilis valde</i> <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span><i>Ecclesiae
+Dei. Cujus Apocalypsim, quam fecerat, vidi, et alia scripta plura</i>.
+After this passage follow some anecdotes, with quotations of verses
+extemporised by Primas, and lastly the whole of the Confession,
+translated by me at p. 55 above. Thus Salimbene, who was almost a
+contemporary author, attributes to Primas two of the most important
+poems which passed in England under the name of Golias, while the
+Venetian MS. ascribes two others of the same class to Primas
+Presbyter. It is also very noteworthy that Salimbene expressly calls
+this Primas a Canon of Cologne.</p>
+
+<p>That this poet, whoever he was, had attained to celebrity in Italy (as
+well as in Germany) under the title of Primas, appears also from the
+following passage of a treatise by Thomas of Capua<a name="FNanchor_44_44" id="FNanchor_44_44"></a><a href="#Footnote_44_44" class="fnanchor">[44]</a> on the Art of
+Writing: <i>Dictaminum vero tria sunt genera auctoribus diffinita,
+prosaicum scilicet, metricum et rithmicum; prosaicum ut Cassiodori,
+metricum ut Virgilii, rithmicum ut Primatis</i>. Boccaccio was in all
+probability referring to the same Primas in the tale he told about
+<i>Primasso</i>,<a name="FNanchor_45_45" id="FNanchor_45_45"></a><a href="#Footnote_45_45" class="fnanchor">[45]</a> who is described as a man of European reputation, and
+a great and rapid versifier. It is curious that just as Giraldus seems
+to have accepted <i>Golias</i> as the real name of this poet,<a name="FNanchor_46_46" id="FNanchor_46_46"></a><a href="#Footnote_46_46" class="fnanchor">[46]</a> so Fra
+Salimbene, Thomas of Capua, and Boccaccio appear to use <i>Primas</i> as a
+Christian name.</p>
+
+<p>The matter becomes still more complicated when we find, as we do, some
+of the same poems attributed in France to Walter of Lille, in England
+to Walter Map, and further current under yet another title of dignity,
+that of <i>Archipoeta</i>.<a name="FNanchor_47_47" id="FNanchor_47_47"></a><a href="#Footnote_47_47" class="fnanchor">[47]</a></p>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>We can hardly avoid the conclusion that by Golias Episcopus, Primas,
+and Archipoeta one and the same person, occupying a prominent post in
+the Order, was denoted. He was the head of the Goliardic family, the
+Primate of the Wandering Students' Order, the Archpoet of these
+lettered minstrels. The rare excellence of the compositions ascribed
+to him caused them to be spread abroad, multiplied, and imitated in
+such fashion that it is now impossible to feel any certainty about the
+personality which underlay these titles.</p>
+
+<p>Though we seem frequently upon the point of touching the real man, he
+constantly eludes our grasp. Who he was, whether he was one or many,
+remains a mystery. Whether the poems which bear one or other of his
+changing titles were really the work of a single writer, is also a
+matter for fruitless conjecture. We may take it for granted that he
+was not Walter Map; for Map was not a Canon of Cologne, not a follower
+of Reinald von Dassel, not a mark for the severe scorn of Giraldus.
+Similar reasoning renders it more than improbable that the Golias of
+Giraldus, the Primas of Salimbene, and the petitioner to Reinald
+should have been Walter of Lille.<a name="FNanchor_48_48" id="FNanchor_48_48"></a><a href="#Footnote_48_48" class="fnanchor">[48]</a></p>
+
+<p>At the same time it is singular that the name of Walter should twice
+occur in Goliardic poems of a good period. One of these is the famous
+and beautiful lament:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Versa est in luctum&mdash;eithara Waltheri."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>This exists in the MS. of the <i>Carmina Burana</i>, but not in the Paris
+MS. of Walter's poems edited by M&uuml;ldner.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>It contains allusions to the poet's ejection from his place in the
+Church&mdash;a misfortune which actually befell Walter of Lille. Grimm has
+printed another poem, <i>Saepe de miseria,</i> in which the name of Walter
+occurs.<a name="FNanchor_49_49" id="FNanchor_49_49"></a><a href="#Footnote_49_49" class="fnanchor">[49]</a> It is introduced thus:</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Hoc Gualtherus sub-prior<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jubet in decretis."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Are we to infer from the designation <i>Sub-prior</i> that the Walter of
+this poem held a post in the Order inferior to that of the Primas?</p>
+
+<p>It is of importance in this connection to bear in mind that five of
+the poems attributed in English MSS. to Golias and Walter Map, namely,
+<i>Missus sum in vineam</i>, <i>Multiformis hominum</i>, <i>Fallax est et
+mobilis</i>, <i>A tauro torrida</i>, <i>Heliconis rivulo</i>, <i>Tanto viro
+locuturi</i>, among which is the famous Apocalypse ascribed by Salimbene
+to Primas, are given to Walter of Lille in the Paris MS. edited by
+M&uuml;ldner.<a name="FNanchor_50_50" id="FNanchor_50_50"></a><a href="#Footnote_50_50" class="fnanchor">[50]</a> They are distinguished by a marked unity of style; and
+what is also significant, a lyric in this Paris MS., <i>Dum Gualterus
+aegrotaret</i>, introduces the poet's name in the same way as the <i>Versa
+est in luctum</i> of the <i>Carmina Burana</i>. Therefore, without identifying
+Walter of Lille with the Primas, Archipoeta, and Golias, we must allow
+that his place in Goliardic literature is very considerable. But I am
+inclined to think that the weight of evidence favours chiefly the
+ascription of serious and satiric pieces to his pen. It is probable
+that the Archipoeta, the follower of Reinald von Dassel, the man who
+composed the most vigorous <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span>Goliardic poem we possess, and gave the
+impulse of his genius to that style of writing, was not the Walter of
+the <i>Versa est in luctum</i> or of <i>Dum Gualterus aegrotaret</i>. That
+Walter must have been somewhat his junior; and it is not unreasonable
+to assume that he was Walter of Lille, who may perhaps be further
+identified with the <i>Gualtherus sub-prior</i> of the poem on the author's
+poverty. This Walter's Latin designation, <i>Gualtherus de Insula</i>,
+helps, as I have observed above,<a name="FNanchor_51_51" id="FNanchor_51_51"></a><a href="#Footnote_51_51" class="fnanchor">[51]</a> to explain the attribution of the
+Goliardic poems in general to Walter Map by English scribes of the
+fifteenth century.</p>
+
+<p>After all, it is safer to indulge in no constructive speculations
+where the matter of inquiry is both vague and meagre. One thing
+appears tolerably manifest; that many hands of very various dexterity
+contributed to form the whole body of songs which we call Goliardic.
+It is also clear that the Clerici Vagi considered themselves a
+confraternity, and that they burlesqued the institutions of a
+religious order, pretending to honour and obey a primate or bishop, to
+whom the nickname of Golias was given at the period in which they
+flourished most. Viewed in his literary capacity, this chief was
+further designated as the Archpoet. Of his personality we know as
+little as we do of that of Homer.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_36_36" id="Footnote_36_36"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36_36"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> Grimm's <i>Gedichte des Mittelalters</i>, p. 232.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_37_37" id="Footnote_37_37"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37_37"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> <i>Carm. Bur.</i>, p. 254.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_38_38" id="Footnote_38_38"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38_38"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> Page <a href="#Page_69">69.</a></p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_39_39" id="Footnote_39_39"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39_39"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> Giesebrecht in <i>Allg. Monatschrift</i>. Jan. 1853. p. 35.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_40_40" id="Footnote_40_40"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40_40"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> Op. cit., p. 182.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_41_41" id="Footnote_41_41"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41_41"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> Ib., p. 232.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_42_42" id="Footnote_42_42"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42_42"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> Ib., pp. 238, 239.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_43_43" id="Footnote_43_43"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43_43"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> Published at Parma, 1857.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_44_44" id="Footnote_44_44"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44_44"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> See Novati, <i>Carmina Medii Aevi</i>, p. 8, note.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_45_45" id="Footnote_45_45"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45_45"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> <i>Decameron</i>, i, 7.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_46_46" id="Footnote_46_46"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46_46"><span class="label">[46]</span></a> See above, p. <a href="#Page_21">21.</a></p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_47_47" id="Footnote_47_47"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47_47"><span class="label">[47]</span></a> Grimm, op. cit., p. 189 et seq.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_48_48" id="Footnote_48_48"></a><a href="#FNanchor_48_48"><span class="label">[48]</span></a> Giesebrecht identifies Walter of Lille with the
+Archipoeta. But he seems to be unacquainted with Salimbene's
+Chronicle, and I agree with Hubatsch that he has not made out his
+point.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_49_49" id="Footnote_49_49"></a><a href="#FNanchor_49_49"><span class="label">[49]</span></a> Op. cit., p. 235, also in <i>Carm. Bur.</i>, p. 74.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_50_50" id="Footnote_50_50"></a><a href="#FNanchor_50_50"><span class="label">[50]</span></a> Hannover, 1859.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_51_51" id="Footnote_51_51"></a><a href="#FNanchor_51_51"><span class="label">[51]</span></a> Page<a href="#Page_23"> 23.</a></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>BOOKS ON GOLIARDIC LITERATURE.</h2>
+
+<p>
+Carmina Burana. Stuttgart. 1847.<br />
+<br />
+Thomas Wright. The Latin Poems commonly attributed to Walter Mapes. Camden Society. 1841.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">&mdash;&mdash; Anecdota Literaria. London. 1844.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">&mdash;&mdash; Early Mysteries, etc. London. 1844.</span><br />
+<br />
+Edelstand du M&eacute;ril. Po&eacute;sies Populaires Latines Ant&eacute;rieures au Douzi&egrave;me Si&egrave;cle. Paris. 1843.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">&mdash;&mdash; Po&eacute;sies Populaires Latines du Moyen Age. Paris. 1847.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">&mdash;&mdash; Po&eacute;sies In&eacute;dites du Moyen Age. Paris. 1854.</span><br />
+<br />
+Jacob Grimm.  Gedichte des Mittelalters auf K&ouml;nig Friedrich I., den Staufer. Berlin. 1843.<br />
+<br />
+H. Hagen. Carmina Medii Aevi Max. Part. Inedita. Bern. 1877.<br />
+<br />
+F. Novati. Carmina Medii Aevi. Firenze. 1883.<br />
+<br />
+Mone. Anzeiger, vii.<br />
+<br />
+W. M&uuml;ldener. Die Zehn Gedichte von Walther von Lille. Hannover. 1859,<br />
+<br />
+Champollion-Figeac. Hilarii Versus et Ludi.  Paris. 1838.<br />
+<br />
+Gaudeamus. Leipzig. 1879.<br />
+<br />
+Carmina Clericorum. Heilbronn. 1880.<br />
+<br />
+A.P. Von B&auml;rnstein. Carmina Burana Selecta. 1880.<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">&mdash;&mdash; Ubi sunt qui ante nos? W&uuml;rtzburg. 1881.</span><br />
+<br />
+Giesebrecht. Die Vaganten. Allg. Monatscrift f&uuml;r W. und K. 1853.<br />
+<br />
+O. Hubatsch. Die Lateinischen Vagantenlieder. G&ouml;rlitz. 1870.<br />
+<br />
+A. Bartoli. I Precursori del Rinascimento, Firenze. 1876.<br />
+<br />
+Allgemeines Deutsches Commersbuch.<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>TABLE OF SONGS TRANSLATED IN THIS VOLUME.</h2>
+
+
+<p>N.B.&mdash;In order to facilitate the comparison between my translations
+and the originals, I have made the following table. The first column
+gives the number of the song and the second the page in this book; the
+third column gives the beginning of each song in English; the fourth
+gives the beginning of each song in Latin. The references in the fifth
+column are to the little anthology called <i>Gaudeamus</i> (Leipzig,
+Teubner, 1879); those in the sixth column are to the printed edition
+of the Benedictbeuern Codex, which goes by the title of <i>Carmina
+Burana</i> (Stuttgart, auf Kosten das Literarischen Vereins, Hering &amp; Co.
+printers, 1847).</p>
+
+
+
+
+<table summary="">
+
+<tr><td ></td><td >No.</td><td >Page.</td>
+  <td class="td1" > English. </td>
+  <td class="td1" > Latin.</td><td >Gaud.</td>
+  <td >Car.<br />
+  Bur.</td>
+</tr>
+
+
+<tr><td ></td><td >&nbsp;</td><td >&nbsp;</td>
+  <td >&nbsp;</td>
+  <td >&nbsp;</td><td class="tocpg">Page</td>
+  <td class="tocpg">Page</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg" > 1</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_42">42</a></td>
+  <td class="td1" > <a href="#ON_THE_ORDER_OF_WANDERING_STUDENTS">At the mandate </a></td>
+  <td class="td1" > Cum in orbem</td><td class="tocpg"> 3</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 251</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg" > 2</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_47">47</a></td>
+  <td class="td1" > <a href="#ON_THE_DECAY_OF_THE_ORDER">Once, it was  </a></td>
+  <td class="td1" > Olim nostrum</td><td class="tocpg"> 6</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> ..</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg"> 3</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_50">50</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#A_WANDERING_STUDENTS_PETITION">I a wandering</a> </td>
+  <td > Exul ego  </td><td class="tocpg"> 178</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 50</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg"> 4</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_52">52</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#A_SONG_OF_THE_OPEN_ROAD">We in our</a> </td>
+  <td > Nos vagabunduli </td><td class="tocpg"> 195</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> ..</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg"> 5</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_55">55</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_CONFESSION_OF_GOLIAS">Boiling in my  </a></td>
+  <td > Aestuans  </td><td class="tocpg"> 34</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 67</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg"> 6</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_63">63</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#WELCOME_TO_SPRING">Spring is coming</a></td>
+  <td > Ver redit  </td><td class="tocpg"> 88</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 178</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg"> 7</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_64">64</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_LOVER_AND_THE_NIGHTINGALE">These hours of </a></td>
+  <td > Tempus est </td><td class="tocpg"> 100</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 211</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg"> 8</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_66">66</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_INVITATION_TO_YOUTH">Take your pleasure </a></td>
+  <td > Congaudentes</td><td class="tocpg"> 90</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 166</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg"> 9</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_67">67</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_EXAMPLE_OF_THE_ROSE">Winter's untruth</a></td>
+  <td > Vetus error </td><td class="tocpg"> 86</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> ..</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">10</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_68">68</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_VOW_TO_CUPID">Winter, now </a></td>
+  <td > Cedit hiems </td><td class="tocpg"> 85</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 177</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">11</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_69">69</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#A-MAYING">Now the fields </a></td>
+  <td > Jam jam virent</td><td class="tocpg"> 89</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 184</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">12</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_70">70</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_RETURN_OF_SPRING">Spring returns </a></td>
+  <td > Ecce gratum </td><td class="tocpg"> 84</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 83</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">13</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_71">71</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_SWEETNESS_OF_THE_SPRING">Vernal hours  </a></td>
+  <td > Vernum tempus</td><td class="tocpg"> 81</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> ..</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">14</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_72">72</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_SUIT_TO_PHYLLIS">Hail thou  </a></td>
+  <td > Salve ver  </td><td class="tocpg"> ..</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 193</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">15</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_74">74</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#MODEST_LOVE">Summer sweet  </a></td>
+  <td > Dum aestas </td><td class="tocpg"> 97</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 196</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">16</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_75">75</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_SERENADE_TO_FLOWER-O-THE-THORN">The blithe young year</a></td>
+  <td > Anni novi  </td><td class="tocpg"> ..</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 145</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">17</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_76">76</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_LOVE-LETTER_IN_SPRING">Now the sun </a></td>
+  <td > Omnia sol  </td><td class="tocpg"> 109</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 177</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">18</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_77">77</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#A_SPRING_DITTY">In the spring  </a></td>
+  <td > Veris dulcis</td><td class="tocpg"> ..</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 195</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">19</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_78">78</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#LOVE-DOUBTS">With so sweet  </a></td>
+  <td > De pollicito</td><td class="tocpg"> 103</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 206</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">20</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_79">79</a></td>
+
+  <td > <a href="#THE_VILLAGE_DANCE">Wide the lime-tree </a></td>
+  <td > Late pandit </td><td class="tocpg"> ..</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 185</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">21</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_80">80</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#LOVE_AMONG_THE_MAIDENS">Yonder choir of </a></td>
+  <td > Ecce chorus </td><td class="tocpg"> ..</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 118</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">22</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_82">82</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#AT_THE_VILLAGE_DANCE">Meadows bloom  </a></td>
+  <td > Virent prata</td><td class="tocpg"> 98</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 189</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">23</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_84">84</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#INVITATION_TO_THE_DANCE">Cast aside </a></td>
+  <td > Omittamus studia</td><td class="tocpg"> 82</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 137</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">24</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_87">87</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#A_PASTORAL">There went out </a></td>
+  <td > Exiit diluculo </td><td class="tocpg"> 120</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 155</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">25</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_87">87</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_MULBERRY-GATHERER">In the summer's </a></td>
+  <td > Aestivali sub</td><td class="tocpg"> 125</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 145</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">26</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_89">89</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_WOOING">All the woods  </a></td>
+  <td > Florent omnes</td><td class="tocpg"> 93</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 182</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">27</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_91">91</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#A_DESCANT_UPON_SLEEP_AND_LOVE">When the lamp  </a></td>
+  <td > Dum Dianae </td><td class="tocpg"> ..</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 124</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">28</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_95">95</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#FLORA_AND_PHYLLIS">In the spring-time</a> </td>
+  <td > Anni parte </td><td class="tocpg"> ..</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 155</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">29</td><td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_99">99</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#FLORA_AND_PHYLLIS_1">On their steeds </a></td>
+  <td > Equitabant </td><td class="tocpg"> ..</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 162</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">30</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_106">106</a></td>
+  <td ><a href="#FLOS_FLORAE"> Take thou  </a></td>
+  <td > Suscipe Flos</td><td class="tocpg"> ..</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 217</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">31</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#A_BIRDS_SONG_OF_LOVE">Come to me </a></td>
+  <td > Veni veni  </td><td class="tocpg"> 102</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 208</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">32</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#TO_LYDIA">Lydia bright  </a></td>
+  <td > Lydia bella </td><td class="tocpg"> 96</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> ..</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">33</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#A_POEM_OF_PRIVACY">When a young man</a></td>
+  <td > Si puer cum </td><td class="tocpg"> 116</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 215</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">34</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#FLORA">Rudely blows  </a></td>
+  <td > Saevit aurae</td><td class="tocpg"> ..</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 148</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">35</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_LOVERS_MONOLOGUE">Love rules</a> </td>
+  <td > Amor tenet </td><td class="tocpg"> 91</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 150</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">36</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_117">117</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_INVITATION_TO_LOVE">List, my girl  </a></td>
+  <td > Non contrecto</td><td class="tocpg"> 118</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 150</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">37</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#PHYLLIS">Think no evil  </a></td>
+  <td > Ludo cum  </td><td class="tocpg"> 104</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 151</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">38</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#LOVE_LONGINGS">With song I </a></td>
+  <td > Sic mea fata</td><td class="tocpg"> 117</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 229</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">39</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_121">121</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_LOVERS_VOW">False the tongue</a></td>
+  <td > Lingua mendax</td><td class="tocpg"> 111</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 230</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">40</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_124">124</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#FAREWELL_TO_THE_FAITHLESS">A mortal anguish</a></td>
+  <td > Humor letalis</td><td class="tocpg"> 114</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 169</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">41</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_127">127</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#GRETCHEN">Up to this time </a></td>
+  <td > Huc usque  </td><td class="tocpg"> 119</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> ..</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">42</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_129">129</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#ADIEU_TO_THE_VALLEY">Oh, of love </a></td>
+  <td > O comes </td><td class="tocpg"> ..</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 225</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">43</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_130">130</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_LOVERS_PARTING">Sweet native  </a></td>
+  <td > Dulce solum </td><td class="tocpg"> 110</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 168</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">44</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_132">132</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#IN_ARTICULO_MORTIS">Oh, my father  </a></td>
+  <td > Hecs pater </td><td class="tocpg"> 175</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 172</td></tr>
+<tr><td class="tocpg"></td><td class="tocpg">45</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#A_SEQUENCE_IN_PRAISE_OF_WINE">Wine the good  </a></td>
+  <td > Vinum bonum </td><td class="tocpg"> 17</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> ..</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">46</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_137">137</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#A_CAROL_OF_WINE">In dulci jubilo </a></td>
+  <td > In dulci jubilo </td><td class="tocpg"> 201</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> ..</td></tr>
+<tr><td ><a name="FNanchor_52_52" id="FNanchor_52_52"></a><a href="#Footnote_52_52" class="fnanchor">[52]</a></td><td class="tocpg">47</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_139">139</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_STUDENTS_WINE-BOUT">Ho all ye</a></td>
+  <td > ....</td><td class="tocpg"> ..</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> ..</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">48</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_140">140</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#TIMES_A-FLYING">Laurel-crowned </a></td>
+  <td > Lauriger Horatius</td><td class="tocpg"> 74</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> ..</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">49</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_141">141</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THERES_NO_LUST_LIKE_TO_POETRY">Sweet in</a> </td>
+  <td > Dulce cum  </td><td class="tocpg"> 74</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> ..</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">50</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#WINE_AND_VENUS">Ho! comrades  </a></td>
+  <td > O consacii </td><td class="tocpg"> 87</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 198</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">51</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_144">144</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_CONTEST_OF_WINE_AND_WATER">Laying truth bare</a></td>
+  <td > Denudata  </td><td class="tocpg"> 57</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 232</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">52</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_151">151</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#BACCHIC_FRENZY">Topers in and  </a></td>
+  <td > Potatores  </td><td class="tocpg"> 27</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 240</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">53</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_154">154</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_LAMENT_OF_THE_ROAST_SWAN">Time was  </a></td>
+  <td > Olim latus </td><td class="tocpg"> 188</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 173</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">54</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_155">155</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_WILL_OF_THE_DYING_ASS">While a boor  </a></td>
+  <td > Rusticus dum</td><td class="tocpg"> 189</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> ..</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">55</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_158">158</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#THE_ABBOT_OF_COCKAIGNE">I am the Abbot </a></td>
+  <td > Ego sum Abbas</td><td class="tocpg"> 73</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 254</td></tr>
+<tr><td ><a name="FNanchor_53_53" id="FNanchor_53_53"></a><a href="#Footnote_53_53" class="fnanchor">[53]</a></td><td class="tocpg">56</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_159">159</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#DEATH_TAKES_ALL">Hear, O thou</a></td>
+  <td > Audi Tellus</td><td class="tocpg"> ..</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> ..</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">57</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_161">161</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#AUTUMN_YEARS">While life's  </a></td>
+  <td > Dum juventus</td><td class="tocpg"> 135</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 8</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">58</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_162">162</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#VANITAS_VANITATUM">This vile world </a></td>
+  <td > Iste mundus </td><td class="tocpg"> ..</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> 5</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">59</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_164">164</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#ON_CONTEMPT_FOR_THE_WORLD">De contemptu  </a></td>
+  <td > Scribere proposni</td><td class="tocpg"> 129</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> ..</td></tr>
+<tr><td ></td><td class="tocpg">60</td><td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_165">165</a></td>
+  <td > <a href="#GAUDEAMUS_IGITUR">Let us live then</a></td>
+  <td > Gaudeamus igitur</td><td class="tocpg"> 1</td>
+  <td class="tocpg"> ..</td></tr>
+</table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_52_52" id="Footnote_52_52"></a><a href="#FNanchor_52_52"><span class="label">[52]</span></a> The original of this song will be found in Geiger,
+<i>Humanismus und Renaissance</i>, p. 414.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_53_53" id="Footnote_53_53"></a><a href="#FNanchor_53_53"><span class="label">[53]</span></a> The original will be found in Moll, <i>Hymnarium</i>, p.
+138.</p></div>
+
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
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+Title: Wine, Women, and Song
+       Mediaeval Latin Students' songs; Now first translated into English verse
+
+Author: Various
+
+Translator: John Addington Symonds
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+                        WINE, WOMEN, AND SONG
+
+
+                "Wer liebt nicht Weib Wein and Gesang
+                 Der bleibt ein Narr sein Lebenslang."
+
+                                           --_Martin Luther._
+
+
+                   _MEDIAEVAL LATIN STUDENTS' SONGS_
+
+               Now First Translated into English Verse
+
+                            WITH AN ESSAY
+
+
+
+                                  BY
+
+                        JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS
+
+
+
+
+                                London
+
+                    CHATTO AND WINDUS, PICCADILLY
+
+                                 1884
+
+
+
+
+TO
+
+_ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON._
+
+
+_Dear Louis,_
+
+_To you, in memory of past symposia, when wit (your wit) flowed freer
+than our old Forzato, I dedicate this little book, my pastime through
+three anxious months._
+
+_Yours,_
+
+_JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS_
+
+_Villa Emily, San Remo,_
+
+_May 1884._
+
+
+
+
+Wine, Women, and Song.
+
+I.
+
+
+When we try to picture to ourselves the intellectual and moral state
+of Europe in the Middle Ages, some fixed and almost stereotyped ideas
+immediately suggest themselves. We think of the nations immersed in a
+gross mental lethargy; passively witnessing the gradual extinction of
+arts and sciences which Greece and Rome had splendidly inaugurated;
+allowing libraries and monuments of antique civilisation to crumble
+into dust; while they trembled under a dull and brooding terror of
+coming judgment, shrank from natural enjoyment as from deadly sin, or
+yielded themselves with brutal eagerness to the satisfaction of vulgar
+appetites. Preoccupation with the other world in this long period
+weakens man's hold upon the things that make his life desirable.
+Philosophy is sunk in the slough of ignorant, perversely subtle
+disputation upon subjects destitute of actuality. Theological
+fanaticism has extinguished liberal studies and the gropings of the
+reason after truth in positive experience. Society lies prostrate
+under the heel of tyrannous orthodoxy. We discern men in masses,
+aggregations, classes, guilds--everywhere the genus and the species of
+humanity, rarely and by luminous exception individuals and persons.
+Universal ideals of Church and Empire clog and confuse the nascent
+nationalities. Prolonged habits, of extra-mundane contemplation,
+combined with the decay of real knowledge, volatilise the thoughts and
+aspirations of the best and wisest into dreamy unrealities, giving a
+false air of mysticism to love, shrouding art in allegory, reducing
+the interpretation of texts to an exercise of idle ingenuity, and the
+study of Nature (in Bestiaries, Lapidaries, and the like) to an insane
+system of grotesque and pious quibbling. The conception of man's fall
+and of the incurable badness of this world bears poisonous fruit of
+cynicism and asceticism, that twofold bitter almond, hidden in the
+harsh monastic shell. The devil has become God upon this earth, and
+God's eternal jailer in the next world. Nature is regarded with
+suspicion and aversion; the flesh, with shame and loathing, broken by
+spasmodic outbursts of lawless self-indulgence. For human life there
+is one formula:--
+
+    "Of what is't fools make such vain keeping?
+    Sin their conception, their birth weeping,
+    Their life a general mist of error,
+    Their death a hideous storm of terror."
+
+The contempt of the world is the chief theme of edification. A charnel
+filled with festering corpses, snakes, and worms points the preacher's
+moral. Before the eyes of all, in terror-stricken vision or in
+nightmares of uneasy conscience, leap the inextinguishable flames of
+hell. Salvation, meanwhile, is being sought through amulets, relics,
+pilgrimages to holy places, fetishes of divers sorts and different
+degrees of potency. The faculties of the heart and head, defrauded of
+wholesome sustenance, have recourse to delirious debauches of the
+fancy, dreams of magic, compacts with the evil one, insanities of
+desire, ineptitudes of discipline. Sexual passion, ignoring the true
+place of woman in society, treats her on the one hand like a servile
+instrument, on the other exalts her to sainthood or execrates her as
+the chief impediment to holiness. Common sense, sanity of judgment,
+acceptance of things as they are, resolution to ameliorate the evils
+and to utilise the goods of life, seem everywhere deficient. Men are
+obstinate in misconception of their proper aims, wasting their
+energies upon shadows instead of holding fast by realities, waiting
+for a future whereof they know nothing, in lieu of mastering and
+economising the present. The largest and most serious undertakings of
+united Europe in this period--the Crusades--are based upon a radical
+mistake. "Why seek ye the living among the dead? Behold, He is not
+here, but risen!" With these words ringing in their ears, the nations
+flock to Palestine and pour their blood forth for an empty sepulchre.
+The one Emperor who attains the object of Christendom by rational
+means is excommunicated for his success. Frederick II. returns from
+the Holy Land a ruined man because he made a compact useful to his
+Christian subjects with the Chief of Islam.
+
+
+
+
+II.
+
+
+Such are some of the stereotyped ideas which crowd our mind when we
+reflect upon the Middle Ages. They are certainly one-sided. Drawn for
+the most part from the study of monastic literature, exaggerated by
+that reaction against medievalism which the Renaissance initiated,
+they must be regarded as inadequate to represent the whole truth. At
+no one period between the fall of the Roman Empire and the close of
+the thirteenth century was the mental atmosphere of Europe so
+unnaturally clouded. Yet there is sufficient substance in them to
+justify their formulation. The earlier Middle Ages did, in fact,
+extinguish antique civility. The later Middle Ages did create, to use
+a phrase of Michelet, an army of dunces for the maintenance of
+orthodoxy. The intellect and the conscience became used to moving
+paralytically among visions, dreams, and mystic terrors, weighed down
+with torpor, abusing virile faculties for the suppression of truth and
+the perpetuation of revered error.
+
+It is, therefore, with a sense of surprise, with something like a
+shock to preconceived opinions, that we first become acquainted with
+the medieval literature which it is my object in the present treatise
+to make better known to English readers. That so bold, so fresh, so
+natural, so pagan a view of human life as the Latin songs of the
+Wandering Students exhibit, should have found clear and artistic
+utterance in the epoch of the Crusades, is indeed enough to bid us
+pause and reconsider the justice of our stereotyped ideas about that
+period. This literature makes it manifest that the ineradicable
+appetites and natural instincts of men and women were no less vigorous
+in fact, though less articulate and self-assertive, than they had been
+in the age of Greece and Rome, and than they afterwards displayed
+themselves in what is known as the Renaissance.
+
+With something of the same kind we have long been familiar in the
+Troubadour poetry of Provence. But Provencal literature has a strong
+chivalrous tincture, and every one is aware with what relentless fury
+the civilisation which produced it was stamped out by the Church. The
+literature of the Wandering Students, on the other hand, owes nothing
+to chivalry, and emanates from a class which formed a subordinate part
+of the ecclesiastical militia. It is almost vulgar in its presentment
+of common human impulses; it bears the mark of the proletariate,
+though adorned with flourishes betokening the neighbourhood of Church
+and University.
+
+
+
+
+III.
+
+
+Much has recently been written upon the subject of an abortive
+Renaissance within the Middle Ages. The centre of it was France, and its
+period of brilliancy may be roughly defined as the middle and end of
+the twelfth century. Much, again, has been said about the religious
+movement in England, which spread to Eastern Europe, and anticipated the
+Reformation by two centuries before the date of Luther. The songs of the
+Wandering Students, composed for the most part in the twelfth century,
+illustrate both of these early efforts after self-emancipation. Uttering
+the unrestrained emotions of men attached by a slender tie to the
+dominant clerical class and diffused over all countries, they bring us
+face to face with a body of opinion which finds in studied chronicle or
+laboured dissertation of the period no echo. On the one side, they
+express that delight in life and physical enjoyment which was a main
+characteristic of the Renaissance; on the other, they proclaim that
+revolt against the corruption of Papal Rome which was the motive-force
+of the Reformation.
+
+Our knowledge of this poetry is derived from two chief sources. One is
+a MS. of the thirteenth century, which was long preserved in the
+monastery of Benedictbeuern in Upper Bavaria, and is now at Munich.
+Richly illuminated with rare and curious illustrations of contemporary
+manners, it seems to have been compiled for the use of some
+ecclesiastical prince. This fine codex was edited in 1847 at
+Stuttgart. The title of the publication is _Carmina Burana_, and under
+that designation I shall refer to it. The other is a Harleian MS.,
+written before 1264, which Mr. Thomas Wright collated with other
+English MSS., and published in 1841 under the name of _Latin Poems
+commonly attributed to Walter Mapes_.
+
+These two sources have to some extent a common stock of poems, which
+proves the wide diffusion of the songs in question before the date
+assignable to the earlier of the two MS. authorities. But while this
+is so, it must be observed that the _Carmina Burana_ are richer in
+compositions which form a prelude to the Renaissance; the English
+collections, on the other hand, contain a larger number of serious and
+satirical pieces anticipating the Reformation.
+
+Another important set of documents for the study of the subject are
+the three large works of Edelstand du Meril upon popular Latin poetry;
+while the stores at our disposal have been otherwise augmented by
+occasional publications of German and English scholars, bringing to
+light numerous scattered specimens of a like description. Of late it
+has been the fashion in Germany to multiply anthologies of medieval
+student-songs, intended for companion volumes to the _Commersbuch_.
+Among these, one entitled _Gaudeamus_ (Teubner, 2d edition, 1879)
+deserves honourable mention.
+
+It is my purpose to give a short account of what is known about the
+authors of these verses, to analyse the general characteristics of
+their art, and to illustrate the theme by copious translations. So far
+as I am aware, the songs of Wandering Students offer almost absolutely
+untrodden ground to the English translator; and this fact may be
+pleaded in excuse for the large number which I have laid under
+contribution.
+
+In carrying out my plan, I shall confine myself principally, but not
+strictly, to the _Carmina Burana_. I wish to keep in view the
+anticipation of the Renaissance rather than to dwell upon those
+elements which indicate an early desire for ecclesiastical reform.
+
+
+
+
+IV.
+
+
+We have reason to conjecture that the Romans, even during the
+classical period of their literature, used accentual rhythms for
+popular poetry, while quantitative metres formed upon Greek models
+were the artificial modes employed by cultivated writers. However this
+may be, there is no doubt that, together with the decline of antique
+civilisation, accent and rhythm began to displace quantity and metre
+in Latin versification. Quantitative measures, like the Sapphic and
+Hexameter, were composed accentually. The services and music of the
+Church introduced new systems of prosody. Rhymes, both single and
+double, were added to the verse; and the extraordinary flexibility of
+medieval Latin--that sonorous instrument of varied rhetoric used by
+Augustine in the prose of the _Confessions_, and gifted with poetic
+inspiration in such hymns as the _Dies Irae_ or the _Stabat
+Mater_--rendered this new vehicle of literary utterance adequate to
+all the tasks imposed on it by piety and metaphysic. The language of
+the _Confessions_ and the _Dies Irae_ is not, in fact, a decadent form
+of Cicero's prose or Virgil's verse, but a development of the Roman
+speech in accordance with the new conditions introduced by
+Christianity. It remained comparatively sterile in the department of
+prose composition, but it attained to high qualities of art in the
+verse and rhythms of men like Thomas of Celano, Thomas of Aquino, Adam
+of St. Victor, Bernard of Morlais, and Bernard of Clairvaux. At the
+same time, classical Latin literature continued to be languidly
+studied in the cloisters and the schools of grammar. The metres of the
+ancients were practised with uncouth and patient assiduity, strenuous
+efforts being made to keep alive an art which was no longer rightly
+understood. Rhyme invaded the hexameter, and the best verses of the
+medieval period in that measure were leonine.
+
+The hymns of the Church and the secular songs composed for music in
+this base Latin took a great variety of rhythmic forms. It is clear
+that vocal melody controlled their movement; and one fixed element in
+all these compositions was rhyme--rhyme often intricate and complex
+beyond hope of imitation in our language. Elision came to be
+disregarded; and even the accentual values, which may at first have
+formed a substitute for quantity, yielded to musical notation. The
+epithet of popular belongs to these songs in a very real sense, since
+they were intended for the people's use, and sprang from popular
+emotion. Poems of this class were technically known as _moduli_--a
+name which points significantly to the importance of music in their
+structure. Imitations of Ovid's elegiacs or of Virgil's hexameters
+obtained the name of _versus_. Thus Walter of Lille, the author of a
+regular epic poem on Alexander, one of the best medieval writers of
+_versus_, celebrates his skill in the other department of popular
+poetry thus--
+
+    "Perstrepuit _modulis_ Gallia tota meis."
+    (All France rang with my songs.)
+
+We might compare the _versus_ of the Middle Ages with the stiff
+sculptures on a Romanesque font, lifelessly reminiscent of decadent
+classical art; while the _moduli_, in their freshness, elasticity, and
+vigour of invention, resemble the floral scrolls, foliated cusps, and
+grotesque basreliefs of Gothic or Lombard architecture.
+
+
+
+
+V.
+
+
+Even in the half-light of what used to be called emphatically the Dark
+Ages, there pierce gleams which may be reflections from the past
+evening of paganism, or may intimate the earliest dawn of modern
+times. One of these is a song, partly popular, partly scholastic,
+addressed to a beautiful boy.[1] It begins thus--
+
+    "O admirabile veneris idolum"--
+
+and continues in this strain, upon the same rhythm, blending
+reminiscences of classical mythology and medieval metaphysic, and
+winding up with a reference to the Horatian _Vitas hinnuleo me similis
+Chloe_. This poem was composed in the seventh century, probably at
+Verona, for mention is made in it of the river Adige. The metre can
+perhaps be regarded as a barbarous treatment of the long Asclepiad;
+but each line seems to work out into two bars, divided by a marked
+rest, with two accents to each bar, and shows by what sort of
+transition the modern French Alexandrine may have been developed.
+
+The oddly archaic phraseology of this love-song rendered it unfit for
+translation; but I have tried my hand at a kind of hymn in praise of
+Rome, which is written in the same peculiar rhythm:[2]--
+
+    "O Rome illustrious, of the world emperess!
+    Over all cities thou queen in thy goodliness!
+    Red with the roseate blood of the martyrs, and
+    White with the lilies of virgins at God's right hand!
+    Welcome we sing to thee; ever we bring to thee
+    Blessings, and pay to thee praise for eternity.
+
+    "Peter, thou praepotent warder of Paradise,
+    Hear thou with mildness the prayer of thy votaries;
+    When thou art seated to judge the twelve tribes, O then
+    Show thyself merciful; be thou benign to men;
+    And when we call to thee now in the world's distress,
+    Take thou our suffrages, master, with gentleness.
+
+    "Paul, to our litanies lend an indulgent ear,
+    Who the philosophers vanquished with zeal severe:
+    Thou that art steward now in the Lord's heavenly house,
+    Give us to taste of the meat of grace bounteous;
+    So that the wisdom which filled thee and nourished thee
+    May be our sustenance through the truths taught by thee."
+
+A curious secular piece of the tenth century deserves more than
+passing mention. It shows how wine, women, and song, even in an age
+which is supposed to have trembled for the coming destruction of the
+world, still formed the attraction of some natures. What is more,
+there is a certain modern, as distinguished from classical, tone of
+tenderness in the sentiment. It is the invitation of a young man to
+his mistress, bidding her to a little supper in his rooms:[3]--
+
+    "Come therefore now, my gentle fere,
+    Whom as my heart I hold full dear;
+    Enter my little room, which is
+    Adorned with quaintest rarities:
+    There are the seats with cushions spread,
+    The roof with curtains overhead;
+    The house with flowers of sweetest scent
+    And scattered herbs is redolent:
+    A table there is deftly dight
+    With meats and drinks of rare delight;
+    There too the wine flows, sparkling, free;
+    And all, my love, to pleasure thee.
+    There sound enchanting symphonies;
+    The clear high notes of flutes arise;
+    A singing girl and artful boy
+    Are chanting for thee strains of joy;
+    He touches with his quill the wire,
+    She tunes her note unto the lyre:
+    The servants carry to and fro
+    Dishes and cups of ruddy glow;
+    But these delights, I will confess,
+    Than pleasant converse charm me less;
+    Nor is the feast so sweet to me
+    As dear familiarity.
+
+    "Then come now, sister of my heart,
+    That dearer than all others art,
+    Unto mine eyes thou shining sun,
+    Soul of my soul, thou only one!
+    I dwelt alone in the wild woods,
+    And loved all secret solitudes;
+    Oft would I fly from tumults far,
+    And shunned where crowds of people are.
+    O dearest, do not longer stay!
+    Seek we to live and love to-day!
+    I cannot live without thee, sweet!
+    Time bids us now our love complete.
+    Why should we then defer, my own,
+    What must be done or late or soon?
+    Do quickly what thou canst not shun!
+    I have no hesitation."
+
+From Du Meril's collections further specimens of thoroughly secular
+poetry might be culled. Such is the panegyric of the nightingale,
+which contains the following impassioned lines:[4]--
+
+    "Implet silvas atque cuncta modulis arbustula,
+    Gloriosa valde facta veris prae laetitia;
+    Volitando scandit alta arborum cacumina,
+    Ac festiva satis gliscit sibilare carmina."
+
+Such are the sapphics on the spring, which, though they date from the
+seventh century, have a truly modern sentiment of Nature. Such, too,
+is the medieval legend of the Snow-Child, treated comically in
+burlesque Latin verse, and meant to be sung to a German tune of
+love--
+
+_Modus Liebinc_. To the same category may be referred the horrible, but
+singularly striking, series of Latin poems edited from a MS. at Berne,
+which set forth the miseries of monastic life with realistic passion
+bordering upon delirium, under titles like the following--_Dissuasio
+Concubitus in in Uno tantum Sexu_, or _De Monachi Cruciata_.[5]
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 1: Du Meril, _Poesies Populaires Latines Anterieures au
+Deuxieme: Siecle_, p. 240.]
+
+[Footnote 2: Du Meril, _op. cit._, p. 239.]
+
+[Footnote 3: Du Meril, _Poesies Populaires Latines du Moyen Age_, p.
+196.]
+
+[Footnote 4: Du Meril, _Poesies Pop. Lat. Ant._, pp. 278, 241, 275.]
+
+[Footnote 5: These extraordinary compositions will be found on pp.
+174-182 of a closely-printed book entitled _Carmina Med. Aev. Max.
+Part. Inedita. Ed. H. Hagenus. Bernae. Ap. G. Frobenium_. MDCCCLXXVII.
+The editor, so far as I can discover, gives but scant indication of
+the poet who lurks, with so much style and so terrible emotions, under
+the veil of Cod. Bern., 702 s. Any student who desires to cut into the
+core of cloister life should read cvii. pp. 178-182, of this little
+book.]
+
+
+
+
+VI.
+
+
+There is little need to dwell upon these crepuscular stirrings of
+popular Latin poetry in the earlier Middle Ages. To indicate their
+existence was necessary; for they serve to link by a dim and fragile
+thread of evolution the decadent art of the base Empire with the
+renascence of paganism attempted in the twelfth century, and thus to
+connect that dawn of modern feeling with the orient splendours of the
+fourteenth and fifteenth centuries in Italy.
+
+The first point to notice is the dominance of music in this verse, and
+the subjugation of the classic metres to its influence. A deeply
+significant transition has been effected from the _versus_ to the
+_modulus_ by the substitution of accent for quantity, and by the value
+given to purely melodic cadences. A long syllable and a short
+syllable have almost equal weight in this prosody, for the musical
+tone can be prolonged or shortened upon either. So now the
+_cantilena_, rather than the _metron_, rules the flow of verse; but,
+at the same time, antique forms are still conventionally used, though
+violated in the using. In other words, the modern metres of the modern
+European races--the Italian Hendecasyllable, the French Alexandrine,
+the English Iambic and Trochaic rhythms--have been indicated; and a
+moment has been prepared when these measures shall tune themselves by
+means of emphasis and accent to song, before they take their place as
+literary schemes appealing to the ear in rhetoric. This phase, whereby
+the metres of antiquity pass into the rhythms of the modern races,
+implies the use of medieval Latin, still not unmindful of classic art,
+but governed now by music often of Teutonic origin, and further
+modified by affinities of prosody imported from Teutonic sources.
+
+The next point to note is that, in this process of transition, popular
+ecclesiastical poetry takes precedence of secular. The great rhyming
+structures of the Middle Ages, which exercised so wide an influence
+over early European literature, were invented for the service of the
+Church--voluminous systems of recurrent double rhymes, intricate
+rhythms moulded upon tunes for chanting, solid melodic fabrics, which,
+having once been formed, were used for lighter efforts of the fancy,
+or lent their ponderous effects to parody. Thus, in the first half of
+the centuries which intervene between the extinction of the genuine
+Roman Empire and the year 1300, ecclesiastical poetry took the lead in
+creating and popularising new established types of verse, and in
+rendering the spoken Latin pliable for various purposes of art.
+
+A third point worthy of attention is, that a certain breath of
+paganism, wafting perfumes from the old mythology, whispering of gods
+in exile, encouraging men to accept their life on earth with genial
+enjoyment, was never wholly absent during the darkest periods of the
+Middle Ages. This inspiration uttered itself in Latin; for we have
+little reason to believe that the modern languages had yet attained
+plasticity enough for the expression of that specific note which
+belongs to the Renaissance--the note of humanity conscious of its
+Graeco-Roman pagan past. This Latin, meanwhile, which it employed was
+fabricated by the Church and used by men of learning.
+
+
+
+
+VII.
+
+
+The songs of the Wandering Students were in a strict sense _moduli_ as
+distinguished from _versus_; popular and not scholastic. They were,
+however, composed by men of culture, imbued with classical learning of
+some sort, and prepared by scholarship for the deftest and most
+delicate manipulation of the Latin language.
+
+Who were these Wandering Students, so often mentioned, and of whom
+nothing has been as yet related? As their name implies, they were men,
+and for the most part young men, travelling from university to
+university in search of knowledge. Far from their homes, without
+responsibilities, light of purse and light of heart, careless and
+pleasure-seeking, they ran a free, disreputable course, frequenting
+taverns at least as much as lecture-rooms, more capable of pronouncing
+judgment upon wine or women than upon a problem of divinity or logic.
+The conditions of medieval learning made it necessary to study
+different sciences in different parts of Europe; and a fixed habit of
+unrest, which seems to have pervaded society after the period of the
+Crusades, encouraged vagabondage in all classes. The extent to which
+travelling was carried in the Middle Ages for purposes of pilgrimage
+and commerce, out of pure curiosity or love of knowledge, for the
+bettering of trade in handicrafts or for self-improvement in the
+sciences, has only of late years been estimated at a just calculation.
+"The scholars," wrote a monk of Froidmont in the twelfth century, "are
+wont to roam around the world and visit all its cities, till much
+learning makes them mad; for in Paris they seek liberal arts, in
+Orleans authors, at Salerno gallipots, at Toledo demons, and in no
+place decent manners."
+
+These pilgrims to the shrines of knowledge formed a class apart. They
+were distinguished from the secular and religious clergy, inasmuch as
+they had taken no orders, or only minor orders, held no benefice or
+cure, and had entered into no conventual community. They were still
+more sharply distinguished from the laity, whom they scorned as
+brutes, and with whom they seem to have lived on terms of mutual
+hostility. One of these vagabond gownsmen would scarcely condescend to
+drink with a townsman:[6]--
+
+                          "In aeterno igni
+    Cruciantur rustici, qui non sunt tam digni
+    Quod bibisse noverint bonum vinum vini."
+
+    "Aestimetur laicus ut brutus,
+    Nam ad artem surdus est et mutus."
+
+    "Litteratos convocat decus virginale,
+    Laicorum execrat pectus bestiale."
+
+In a parody of the Mass, which is called _Officium Lusorum,_ and in
+which the prayers are offered to Bacchus, we find this devout
+collect:[7]--"Omnipotens sempiterne deus, qui inter rusticos et
+clericos magnam discordiam seminasti, praesta quaesumus de laboribus
+eorum vivere, de mulieribus ipsorum vero et de morte deciorum semper
+gaudere."
+
+The English version of this ribald prayer is even more explicit. It
+runs thus:--"Deus qui multitudinem rusticorum ad servitium clericorum
+venire fecisti et militum et inter nos et ipsos discordiam seminasti."
+
+It is open to doubt whether the _milites_ or soldiers were included
+with the rustics in that laity, for which the students felt so bitter
+a contempt. But the tenor of some poems on love, especially the
+_Dispute of Phyllis and Flora_, shows that the student claimed a
+certain superiority over the soldier. This antagonism between clerk
+and rustic was heartily reciprocated. In a song on taverns the student
+is warned that he may meet with rough treatment from the
+clodhopper:[8]--
+
+    "O clerici dilecti,
+      Discite vitare
+    Tabernam horribilem,
+      Qui cupitis regnare;
+    Nec audeant vos rustici
+      Plagis verberare!
+
+    "Rusticus dum se
+      Sentit ebriatum,
+    Clericum non reputat
+      Militem armatum.
+    Vere plane consulo
+      Ut abstineatis,
+    Nec unquam cum rusticis
+      Tabernam ineatis."
+
+The affinities of the Wandering Students were rather with the Church
+than with laymen of any degree. They piqued themselves upon their
+title of _Clerici_, and added the epithet of _Vagi_. We shall see in
+the sequel that they stood in a peculiar relation of dependence upon
+ecclesiastical society.
+
+According to tendencies prevalent in the Middle Ages, they became a
+sort of guild, and proclaimed themselves with pride an Order. Nothing
+is more clearly marked in their poetry than the _esprit de corps_,
+which animates them with a cordial sense of brotherhood.[9] The same
+tendencies which prompted their association required that they should
+have a patron saint. But as the confraternity was anything but
+religious, this saint, or rather this eponymous hero, had to be a
+Rabelaisian character. He was called Golias, and his flock received
+the generic name of Goliardi. Golias was father and master; the
+Goliardi were his family, his sons, and pupils. _Familia Goliae_,
+_Magister Golias_, _Pueri Goliae_, _Discipulus Goliae_, are phrases to
+be culled from the rubrics of their literature.
+
+Much has been conjectured regarding these names and titles. Was Golias
+a real person? Did he give his own name to the Goliardi; or was he
+invented after the Goliardi had already acquired their designation? In
+either case, ought we to connect both words with the Latin _gula_, and
+so regard the Goliardi as notable gluttons; or with the Provencal
+_goliar_, _gualiar_, _gualiardor_, which carry a significance of
+deceit? Had Golias anything to do with Goliath of the Bible, the great
+Philistine, who in the present day would more properly be chosen as
+the hero of those classes which the students held in horror?
+
+It is not easy to answer these questions. All we know for certain is,
+that the term Goliardus was in common medieval use, and was employed
+as a synonym for Wandering Scholar in ecclesiastical documents. _Vagi
+scholares aut Goliardi--joculatores, goliardi seu bufones--goliardia
+vel histrionatus--vagi scholares qui goliardi vel histriones alio
+nomine appellantur--clerici ribaudi, maxime qui dicuntur de familia
+Goliae_: so run the acts of several Church Councils.[10] The word
+passed into modern languages. The _Grandes Chroniques de S. Denis_
+speak of _jugleor, enchanteor, goliardois, et autres manieres de
+menestrieux_. Chaucer, in his description of the Miller, calls this
+merry narrator of fabliaux _a jangler and a goliardeis_. In _Piers
+Ploughman_ the _goliardeis_ is further explained to be _a glutton of
+words_, and talks in Latin rhyme.[11]
+
+Giraldus Cambrensis, during whose lifetime the name Golias first came
+into vogue, thought that this father of the Goliardic family was a
+real person.[12] He writes of him thus:--"A certain parasite called
+Golias, who in our time obtained wide notoriety for his gluttony and
+lechery, and by addiction to gulosity and debauchery deserved his
+surname, being of excellent culture but of bad manners, and of no
+moral discipline, uttered oftentimes and in many forms, both of rhythm
+and metre, infamous libels against the Pope and Curia of Rome, with no
+less impudence than imprudence." This is perhaps the most outspoken
+utterance with regard to the eponymous hero of the Goliardic class
+which we possess, and it deserves a close inspection.
+
+In the first place, Giraldus attributes the satiric poems which
+passed under the name of Golias to a single author famous in his days,
+and says of this poet that he used both modern rhythms and classical
+metres. The description would apply to Gualtherus de Insula, Walter of
+Lille, or, as he is also called, Walter of Chatillon; for some of this
+Walter's satires are composed in a curious mixture of the rhyming
+measures of the medieval hymns with classical hexameters.[13] Yet had
+Giraldus been pointing at Walter of Lille, a notable personage in his
+times, there is no good reason to suppose that he would have
+suppressed his real name, or have taken for granted that Golias was a
+_bona fide_ surname. On the theory that he knew Golias to be a mere
+nickname, and was aware that Walter of Lille was the actual satirist,
+we should have to explain his paragraph by the hypothesis that he
+chose to sneer at him under his _nom de guerre_ instead of
+stigmatising him openly in person.
+
+His remarks, at any rate, go far toward disposing of the old belief
+that the Goliardic satires were the work of Thomas Mapes. Giraldus was
+an intimate friend of that worthy, who deserves well of all lovers of
+medieval romance as a principal contributor to the Arthurian cycle. It
+is hardly possible that Giraldus should have gibbeted such a man under
+the sobriquet of Golias.
+
+But what, it may be asked, if Walter of Lille, without the cognisance
+of our English annalist, had in France obtained the chief fame of
+these poems? what if they afterwards were attributed in England to
+another Walter, his contemporary, himself a satirist of the monastic
+orders? The fact that Walter of Lille was known in Latin as Gualtherus
+de Insula, or Walter of the Island, may have confirmed the
+misapprehension thus suggested. It should be added that the ascription
+of the Goliardic satires to Walter Mapes or Map first occurs in MSS.
+of the fourteenth century.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 6: See the drinking song printed in _Walter Mapes_, p. xlv.,
+and _Carm. Bur._, pp. 198, 179.]
+
+[Footnote 7: _Carm. Bur._, p. 249, note. There is a variation in the
+parody printed by Wright, _Rel. Antiq._, ii.]
+
+[Footnote 8: See A.P. von Baernstein's little volume, _Ubi sunt qui
+ante nos_, p. 46.]
+
+[Footnote 9: See especially the songs _Ordo Noster_ and _Nos
+Vagabunduli_, translated below in Section xiii.]
+
+[Footnote 10: See Wright's introduction to _Walter Mapes_.]
+
+[Footnote 11: Ibid.]
+
+[Footnote 12: Ibid.]
+
+[Footnote 13: See Mueldner, _Die zehn Gedichte des Walther von Lille_.
+1859. Walter Mapes (ed. Wright) is credited with five of these
+satires, including two which close each stanza with a hexameter from
+Juvenal, Virgil, Ovid, Lucan, Horace.]
+
+
+
+
+VIII.
+
+
+I do not think there is much probability of arriving at certainty with
+regard to the problems indicated in the foregoing section. We must be
+content to accept the names Golias and Goliardi as we find them, and
+to treat of this literature as the product of a class, from the midst
+of which, as it is clear to any critic, more than one poet rose to
+eminence.
+
+One thing appears manifest from the references to the Goliardi which I
+have already quoted. That is, that the Wandering Students ranked in
+common estimation with jongleurs, buffoons, and minstrels. Both
+classes held a similar place in medieval society. Both were parasites
+devoted to the entertainment of their superiors in rank. Both were
+unattached, except by occasional engagements, to any fixed abode. But
+while the minstrels found their temporary homes in the castles of the
+nobility, we have reason to believe that the Goliardi haunted abbeys
+and amused the leisure of ecclesiastical lords.
+
+The personality of the writer disappears in nearly all the _Carmina
+Vagorum_. Instead of a poet with a name, we find a type; and the verse
+is put into the mouth of Golias himself, or the Archipoeta, or the
+Primate of the order. This merging of the individual in the class of
+which he forms a part is eminently characteristic of popular
+literature, and separates the Goliardic songs from those of the
+Provencal Troubadours. The emotions to which popular poetry gives
+expression are generic rather than personal. They are such that all
+the world, granted common sympathies and common proclivities, can feel
+them and adopt the mode of utterance invented for them by the singer.
+If there be any bar to their universal acceptance, it is only such as
+may belong to the peculiar conditions of the social class from which
+they have emanated. The _Rispetti_ of Tuscany imply a certain form of
+peasant life. The _Carmina Vagorum_ are coloured to some extent by the
+prejudices and proclivities of vagabond existence.
+
+Trenchantly true as the inspiration of a popular lyric may be,
+inevitable as may be the justice of its sentiment, unerring as may be
+its touch upon reality, still it lacks the note which marks it out for
+one man's utterance among a thousand. Composing it, the one has made
+himself the mouthpiece of the thousand. What the _Volkslied_ gains in
+universality it loses in individuality of character. Its applicability
+to human nature at large is obtained at the sacrifice of that
+interest which belongs to special circumstances. It suits every one
+who grieves or loves or triumphs. It does not indicate the love, the
+grief, the triumph of this man and no other. It possesses the pathos
+and the beauty of countless human lives prolonged through inarticulate
+generations, finding utterance at last in it. It is deficient in that
+particular intonation which makes a Shelley's voice differ from a
+Leopardi's, Petrarch's sonnets for Laura differ from Sidney's sonnets
+for Stella. It has always less of perceptible artistic effect, more
+enduring human quality. Some few of its lines are so well found, so
+rightly said, that they possess the certainty of natural things--a
+quality rare in the works of all but the greatest known poets. But
+these phrases with the accent of truest truth are often embedded in
+mere generalities and repetitions.
+
+These characteristics of popular poetry help to explain the frequent
+recurrence of the same ideas, the same expressions, the same stanzas
+even, in the lyrics of the Goliardi. A _Volkslied_, once created,
+becomes common property. It flies abroad like thistledown; settles and
+sows its seed; is maimed and mutilated; is improved or altered for the
+worse; is curtailed, expanded, adapted to divers purposes at different
+times and in very different relations.
+
+We may dismiss the problem of authorship partly as insoluble, partly
+as of slight importance for a literature which is manifestly popular.
+With even greater brevity may the problem of nationality be disposed
+of. Some critics have claimed an Italian, some an English, some a
+French, and some a German origin for the _Carmina Vagorum_. The truth
+is that, just as the _Clerici Vagi_ were themselves of all nations, so
+were their songs; and the use of a Latin common to all Europe in the
+Middle Ages renders it difficult even to conjecture the soil from
+which any particular lyric may have sprung. As is natural, a German
+codex contains more songs of Teutonic origin; an English displays
+greater abundance of English compositions. I have already observed
+that our two chief sources of Goliardic literature have many elements
+in common; but the treasures of the Benedictbeuern MS. differ in
+complexion from those of the Harleian in important minor details; and
+it is probable that if French and Italian stores were properly
+ransacked--which has not yet been done--we should note in them similar
+characteristic divergences.
+
+The _Carmina Burana_, by their frequent references to linden-trees and
+nightingales, and their numerous German refrains, indicate a German
+home for the poems on spring and love, in which they are specially
+rich.[14] The collections of our own land have an English turn of
+political thought; the names Anglia and Anglus not unfrequently occur;
+and the use of the word "Schellinck" in one of the _Carmina Burana_
+may point, perhaps, to an English origin. France claims her own, not
+only in the acknowledged pieces of Walter de Lille, but also in a few
+which exhibit old French refrains. To Italian conditions, if not to
+Italian poets, we may refer those that introduce spreading pines or
+olive-trees into their pictures, and one which yields the refrain
+_Bela mia_. The most important lyric of the series, _Golias'
+Confession_, was undoubtedly written at Pavia, but whether by an
+Italian or not we do not know. The probability is rather, perhaps, in
+favour of Teutonic authorship, since this _Confession_ is addressed to
+a German prelate. Here it may be noticed that the proper names of
+places and people are frequently altered to suit different countries;
+while in some cases they are indicated by an N, sufficiently
+suggestive of their generality. Thus the _Confession of Golias_ in the
+_Carmina Burana_ mentions _Electe Coloniae_; in an English version,
+introduces _Praesul Coventriae_. The prayer for alms, which I have
+translated in Section xiii., is addressed to _Decus N----_, thou
+honour of Norwich town, or Wittenberg, or wherever the wandering
+scholar may have chanced to be.
+
+With regard to the form and diction of the _Carmina Vagorum_, it is
+enough to say two things at the present time. First, a large portion
+of these pieces, including a majority of the satires and longer
+descriptive poems, are composed in measures borrowed from hymnology,
+follow the diction of the Church, and imitate the double-rhyming
+rhythms of her sequences. It is not unnatural, this being the case,
+that parodies of hymns should be comparatively common. Of these I
+shall produce some specimens in the course of this study. Secondly,
+those which do not exhibit popular hymn measures are clearly written
+for melodies, some of them very complicated in structure, suggesting
+part-songs and madrigals, with curious interlacing of long and short
+lines, double and single rhymes, recurrent ritournelles, and so forth.
+
+The ingenuity with which these poets adapted their language to the
+exigencies of the tune, taxing the fertility of Latin rhymes, and
+setting off the long sonorous words to great advantage, deserves
+admiring comment. At their best, it is almost impossible to reproduce
+in English the peculiar effects of their melodic artifices. But there
+is another side to the matter. At their worst, these Latin lyrics,
+moulded on a tune, degenerate into disjointed verbiage, sound and
+adaptation to song prevailing over sense and satisfaction to the mind.
+It must, however, be remembered that such lyrics, sometimes now almost
+unintelligible, have come down to us with a very mutilated text, after
+suffering the degradations through frequent oral transmission to which
+popular poetry is peculiarly liable.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 14: The more I study the songs of love and wine in this
+codex, the more convinced am I that they have their origin for the
+most part in South-Western Germany, Bavaria, the Bodensee, and
+Elsass.]
+
+
+
+
+IX.
+
+
+It is easier to say what the Goliardi wrote about than who the writers
+were, and what they felt and thought than by what names they were
+baptised. The mass of their literature, as it is at present known to
+us, divides into two broad classes. The one division includes poems
+on the themes of vagabond existence, the truant life of these
+capricious students; on spring-time and its rural pleasure; on love in
+many phases and for divers kinds of women; lastly, on wine and on the
+dice-box. The other division is devoted to graver topics; to satires
+on society, touching especially the Roman Court, and criticising
+eminent ecclesiastics in all countries; to moral dissertations, and to
+discourses on the brevity of life.
+
+Of the two divisions, the former yields by far the livelier image of
+the men we have to deal with. It will therefore form the staple of my
+argument. The latter blends at so many points with medieval literature
+of the monastic kind, that it is chiefly distinguished by boldness of
+censure and sincerity of invective. In these qualities the serious
+poems of the Goliardi, emanating from a class of men who moved behind
+the scenes and yet were free to speak their thoughts, are unique.
+Written with the satirist's eye upon the object of his sarcasm, tinged
+with the license of his vagabondage, throbbing with the passionate and
+nonchalant afflatus of the wine-cup, they wing their flight like
+poisoned arrows or plumed serpents with unerring straightness at
+abuses in high places.
+
+The wide space occupied by Nature in the secular poems of the Goliardi
+is remarkable. As a background to their love-songs we always find the
+woods and fields of May, abundant flowers and gushing rivulets,
+lime-trees and pines and olive-trees, through which soft winds are
+blowing. There are rose-bowers and nightingales; fauns, nymphs, and
+satyrs dancing on the sward. Choirs of mortal maidens emerge in the
+midst of this Claude-landscape. The scene, meanwhile, has been painted
+from experience, and felt with the enthusiasm of affection. It
+breathes of healthy open air, of life upon the road, of casual joys
+and wayside pleasure, snatched with careless heart by men whose tastes
+are natural. There is very little of the alcove or the closet in this
+verse; and the touch upon the world is so infantine, so tender, that
+we are indulgent to the generalities with which the poets deal.
+
+What has been said about popular poetry applies also to popular
+painting. In the landscapes of Goliardic literature there is nothing
+specific to a single locality--no name like Vaucluse, no pregnant
+touch that indicates one scene selected from a thousand. The landscape
+is always a background, more northern or more southern as the case may
+be, but penetrated with the feeling of the man who has been happy or
+has suffered there. This feeling, broadly, sensuously diffused, as in
+a masterpiece of Titian, prepares us for the human element to be
+exhibited.
+
+The foreground of these pictures is occupied by a pair of lovers
+meeting after the long winter's separation, a dance upon the village
+green, a young man gazing on the mistress he adores, a disconsolate
+exile from his home, the courtship of a student and a rustic beauty,
+or perhaps the grieved and melancholy figure of one whose sweetheart
+has proved faithless. Such actors in the comedy of life are defined
+with fervent intensity of touch against the leafy vistas of the
+scene. The lyrical cry emerges clear and sharp in all that concerns
+their humanity.
+
+The quality of love expressed is far from being either platonic or
+chivalrous. It is love of the sensuous, impulsive, appetitive kind, to
+which we give the name of Pagan. The finest outbursts of passion are
+emanations from a potent sexual desire. Meanwhile, nothing indicates
+the character or moral quality of either man or woman. The student and
+the girl are always _vis-a-vis_, fixed characters in this lyrical
+love-drama. He calls her Phyllis, Flora, Lydia, Glycerion, Caecilia.
+He remains unnamed, his physical emotion sufficing for personal
+description. The divinity presiding over them is Venus. Jove and
+Danae, Cupid and the Graces, Paris and Helen, follow in her train. All
+the current classical mythology is laid under cheap contribution. Yet
+the central emotion, the young man's heart's desire, is so vividly
+portrayed, that we seem to be overhearing the triumphant ebullition or
+the melancholy love-lament of a real soul.
+
+
+
+
+X.
+
+
+The sentiment of love is so important in the songs of the Wandering
+Students, that it may not be superfluous at this point to cull a few
+emphatic phrases which illustrate the core of their emotion, and to
+present these in the original Latin.
+
+I may first observe to what a large extent the ideas of spring and of
+female society were connected at that epoch. Winter was a dreary
+period, during which a man bore his fate and suffered. He emerged from
+it into sunshine, brightened by the intercourse with women, which was
+then made possible. This is how the winter is described:[15]--
+
+    "In omni loco congruo
+    Sermonis oblectatio
+    Cum sexu femineo
+    Evanuit omni modo."
+
+Of the true love-songs, only one refers expressly to the winter
+season. That, however, is the lyric upon Flora, which contains a
+detailed study of plastic form in the bold spirit of the Goliardic
+style.[16]
+
+The particularity with which the personal charms of women are
+described deserves attention. The portrait of Flora, to which I have
+just alluded, might be cited as one of the best specimens. But the
+slightest shades are discriminated, as in this touch:[17]--
+
+    "Labellulis
+    Castigate tumentibus."
+
+One girl has long tawny tresses: _Caesaries subrubea_. Another is
+praised for the masses of her dark hair: _Frons nimirum coronata,
+supercilium nigrata_. Roses and lilies vie, of course, upon the cheeks
+of all; and sometimes their sweetness surpasses the lily of the
+valley. From time to time a touch of truer poetry occurs; as, for
+instance[18]--
+
+    "O decora super ora
+    Belli Absalonis!"
+
+Or take again the outburst of passion in this stanza, where both the
+rhythm and the ponderous Latin words, together with the abrupt
+transition from the third to the fourth line, express a fine
+exaltation:[19]--
+
+    "Frons et gula, labra, mentum
+    Dant amoris alimentum;
+    Crines ejus adamavi,
+    Quoniam fuere flavi."
+
+The same kind of enthusiasm is more elaborately worked out in the
+following comparisons:[20]--
+
+    "Matutini sideris
+    Jubar praeis,
+    Et lilium
+    Rosaque periere:
+    Micat ebur dentium
+    Per labium,
+    Ut Sirium
+    Credat quis enitere."
+
+As might be expected, such lovers were not satisfied with
+contemplative pleasures:[21]--
+
+    "Visu, colloquio,
+    Contactu, basio,
+    Frui virgo dederat;
+    Sed aberat
+    Linea posterior
+    Et melior amori,
+    Quam nisi transiero,
+    De cetero
+    Sunt quae dantur alia
+    Materia furori."
+
+The conclusion of this song, which, taken in its integrity, deserves
+to be regarded as typical of what is pagan in this erotic literature,
+may be studied in the Appendix to _Carmina Burana_.
+
+Occasionally the lover's desire touches a higher point of
+spirituality:[22]--
+
+    "Non tactu sanabor labiorum,
+    Nisi cor unum fiat duorum
+    Et idem velle. Vale, flos florum!"
+
+Occasionally, the sensuous fervour assumes a passionate
+intensity:[23]--
+
+    "Nocte cum ea si dormiero,
+    Si sua labra semel suxero,
+    Mortem subire, placenter obire, vitamque finire,
+    Libens potero."
+
+Very rarely there is a strong desire expressed for fidelity, as in a
+beautiful lyric of absence, which I hope to give translated in full in
+my 17th Section.
+
+But the end to be attained is always such as is summed up in these
+brief words placed upon a girl's lips:[24]--
+
+    "Dulcissime,
+    Totam tibi subdo me."
+
+And the motto of both sexes is this:[25]--
+
+    "Quicquid agant alii,
+    Juvenes amemus."
+
+It may be added, in conclusion, that the sweethearts of our students
+seem to have been mostly girls of the working and rustic classes,
+sometimes women of bad fame, rarely married women. In no case that has
+come beneath my notice is there any hint that one of them aspired to
+such amours with noble ladies as distinguished the Troubadours. A
+democratic tone, a tone of the proletariate, is rather strangely blent
+with the display of learning, and with the more than common literary
+skill apparent in their work.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 15: _Carm. Bur._, p. 174.]
+
+[Footnote 16: Ibid., p. 149, translated below in Section xvii.]
+
+[Footnote 17: Ibid., p. 130.]
+
+[Footnote 18: _Carm. Bur._, p. 200.]
+
+[Footnote 19: Ibid., p. 231.]
+
+[Footnote 20: Ibid., p. 121.]
+
+[Footnote 21: Ibid., p. 135.]
+
+[Footnote 22: _Carm. Bur._, p. 145.]
+
+[Footnote 23: Ibid., p. 230.]
+
+
+
+
+XI.
+
+
+The drinking-songs are equally spontaneous and fresh. Anacreon pales
+before the brilliancy of the Archipoeta when wine is in his veins, and
+the fountain of the Bacchic chant swells with gushes of strongly
+emphasised bold double rhymes, each throbbing like a man's firm
+stroke upon the strings of lyres. A fine audacity breathes through the
+praises of the wine-god, sometimes rising to lyric rapture, sometimes
+sinking to parody and innuendo, but always carrying the bard on
+rolling wheels along the paths of song. The reality of the inspiration
+is indubitable. These Bacchanalian choruses have been indited in the
+tavern, with a crowd of topers round the poet, with the rattle of the
+dice-box ringing in his ears, and with the facile maidens of his
+volatile amours draining the wine-cup at his elbow.
+
+Wine is celebrated as the source of pleasure in social life,
+provocative of love, parent of poetry:[26]--
+
+    "Bacchus forte superans
+      Pectora virorum
+    In amorem concitat
+      Animos eorum.
+
+    "Bacchus saepe visitans
+      Mulierum genus
+    Facit eas subditas
+      Tibi, O tu Venus!"
+
+From his temple, the tavern, water-drinkers and fastidious persons are
+peremptorily warned:[27]--
+
+    "Qui potare non potestis,
+    Ite procul ab his festis;
+    Non est hic locus modestis:
+    Devitantur plus quam pestis."
+
+The tavern is loved better than the church, and a bowl of wine than
+the sacramental chalice:[28]--
+
+    "Magis quam ecclesiam
+      Diligo tabernam."
+
+    "Mihi sapit dulcius
+      Vinum de taberna,
+    Quam quod aqua miscuit
+      Praesulis pincerna."
+
+As in the love-songs, so in these drinking-songs we find no lack of
+mythological allusions. Nor are the grammatical quibbles, which might
+also have been indicated as a defect of the erotic poetry, conspicuous
+by absence. But both alike are impotent to break the spell of evident
+sincerity. We discount them as belonging to the euphuism of a certain
+epoch, and are rather surprised than otherwise that they should not be
+more apparent. The real and serious defect of Goliardic literature is
+not affectation, but something very different, which I shall try to
+indicate in the last Section of this treatise. Venus and Helen, Liber
+and Lyaeus, are but the current coin of poetic diction common to the
+whole student class. These Olympian deities merge without a note of
+discord into the dim background of a medieval pothouse or the sylvan
+shades of some ephemeral amour, leaving the realism of natural
+appetite in either case untouched.
+
+It is by no means the thin and conventional sprinkling of classical
+erudition which makes these poems of the Goliardi pagan, and reminds
+the student of Renaissance art. Conversely, the scholastic plays on
+words which they contain do not stamp them out as medieval. Both of
+these qualities are _rococo_ and superficial rather than essential and
+distinctive in their style. After making due allowances for either
+element of oddity, a true connoisseur will gratefully appreciate the
+spontaneous note of enjoyment, the disengagement from ties and duties
+imposed by temporal respectability, the frank animalism, which
+connects these vivid hymns to Bacchus and Venus with past Aristophanes
+and future Rabelais. They celebrate the eternal presence of
+mirth-making powers in hearts of men, apart from time and place and
+varying dogmas which do not concern deities of Nature.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 24: _Carm. Bur._, p. 133.]
+
+[Footnote 25: Ibid., p. 251.]
+
+[Footnote 26: _Carm. Bur._, p. 238.]
+
+[Footnote 27: Ibid., p. 240.]
+
+[Footnote 28: Wright's _Walter Mapes_, p. xlv.; _Carm. Bur._, p. 69.]
+
+
+
+
+XII.
+
+
+The time has now come for me to introduce my reader to the versions I
+have made from the songs of Wandering Students. I must remind him
+that, while the majority of these translations aim at literal
+exactness and close imitation of the originals in rhyme and structure,
+others are more paraphrastic. It has always been my creed that a good
+translation should resemble a plaster-cast; the English being _plaque_
+upon the original, so as to reproduce its exact form, although it
+cannot convey the effects of bronze or marble, which belong to the
+material of the work of art. But this method has not always seemed to
+me the most desirable for rendering poems, an eminent quality of which
+is facility and spontaneity. In order to obtain that quality in our
+language, the form has occasionally to be sacrificed.
+
+What Coleridge has reported to have said of Southey may be applied to
+a translator. He too "is in some sort like an elegant setter of
+jewels; the stones are not his own: he gives them all the advantage of
+his art, but not their native brilliancy." I feel even more than this
+when I attempt translation, and reflect that, unlike the jeweller, it
+is my doom to reduce the lustre of the gems I handle, even if I do not
+substitute paste and pebbles. Yet I am frequently enticed to repeat
+experiments, which afterwards I regard in the light of failures. What
+allures me first is the pleasure of passing into that intimate
+familiarity with art which only a copyist or a translator enjoys. I am
+next impelled by the desire to fix the attention of readers on things
+which I admire, and which are possibly beyond their scope of view.
+Lastly comes that _ignis fatuus_ of the hope, for ever renewed, if
+also for ever disappointed, that some addition may be made in this way
+to the wealth of English poetry. A few exquisite pieces in Latin
+literature, the Catullian _Ille mi par_, for example, a few in our
+own, such as Jonson's _Drink to me only with thine eyes_, are
+translations. Possibly the miracle of such poetic transmutation may be
+repeated for me; possibly an English song may come to birth by my
+means also. With this hope in view, the translator is strongly tempted
+to engraft upon his versions elegances in the spirit of his native
+language, or to use the motives of the original for improvisations in
+his own manner. I must plead guilty to having here and there yielded
+to this temptation, as may appear upon comparison of my English with
+the Latin. All translation is a compromise; and while being conscious
+of having to sacrifice much, the translator finds himself often
+seeking to add something as a makeweight.
+
+I shall divide my specimens into nine Sections. The first will include
+those which deal with the Order of Wandering Students in general,
+winding up with the _Confession_ ascribed to Golias, the father of the
+family. The second, third, fourth, and fifth are closely connected,
+since they contain spring-songs, pastorals, descriptive poems touching
+upon love, and erotic lyrics. The sixth Section will be devoted to a
+few songs of exile, doubt, and sorrow. In the seventh we shall reach
+anacreontics on the theme of wine, passing in the eighth to parodies
+and comic pieces. Four or five serious compositions will close the
+list in the ninth Section.
+
+At the end of the book I mean to print a table containing detailed
+references to the originals of the songs I have chosen for
+translation, together with an index of the principal works that have
+been published on this subject.
+
+
+
+
+XIII.
+
+
+The first song which concerns the Order of Wandering Students in
+general has been attributed to the Archipoeta or head-bard of the
+guild. Whoever this poet may have been, it is to him that we owe the
+_Confession of Golias_, by far the most spirited composition of the
+whole Goliardic species. I do not think the style of the poem on the
+Order, though it belongs to a good period, justifies our ascribing it
+to so inspired and genial a lyrist.
+
+The argument runs as follows. Just as commission was given to the
+Apostles to go forth and preach in the whole world, so have the
+Wandering Students a vocation to travel, and to test the hearts of men
+wherever they may sojourn. A burlesque turn is given to this function
+of the _Vagi_. Yet their consciousness of a satiric mission, their
+willingness to pose as critics of society from the independent
+vantage-ground of vagabondage, seems seriously hinted at.
+
+The chief part of the song is devoted to a description of the
+comprehensive nature of the Order, which receives all sorts and
+conditions of men, and makes no distinction of nationality. The
+habitual poverty of its members, their favourite pastimes and vices,
+their love of gaming and hatred of early rising, are set forth with
+some humour.
+
+
+
+
+ON THE ORDER OF WANDERING STUDENTS.
+
+No. 1.
+
+
+    At the mandate, Go ye forth,
+      Through the whole world hurry!
+    Priests tramp out toward south and north,
+      Monks and hermits skurry,
+    Levites smooth the gospel leave,
+      Bent on ambulation;
+    Each and all to our sect cleave,
+      Which is life's salvation.
+
+    In this sect of ours 'tis writ:
+      Prove all things in season;
+    Weigh this life and judge of it
+      By your riper reason;
+    'Gainst all evil clerks be you
+      Steadfast in resistance,
+    Who refuse large tithe and due
+      Unto your subsistence.
+
+    Marquesses, Bavarians,
+      Austrians and Saxons,
+    Noblemen and chiefs of clans,
+      Glorious by your actions!
+    Listen, comrades all, I pray,
+      To these new decretals:
+    Misers they must meet decay,
+      Niggardly gold-beetles.
+
+    We the laws of charity
+      Found, nor let them crumble;
+    For into our order we
+      Take both high and humble;
+    Rich and poor men we receive,
+      In our bosom cherish;
+    Welcome those the shavelings leave
+      At their doors to perish.
+
+    We receive the tonsured monk,
+      Let him take his pittance;
+    And the parson with his punk,
+      If he craves admittance;
+    Masters with their bands of boys,
+      Priests with high dominion;
+    But the scholar who enjoys
+      Just one coat's our minion!
+
+    This our sect doth entertain
+      Just men and unjust ones;
+    Halt, lame, weak of limb or brain,
+      Strong men and robust ones;
+    Those who flourish in their pride,
+      Those whom age makes stupid;
+    Frigid folk and hot folk fried
+      In the fires of Cupid.
+
+    Tranquil souls and bellicose,
+      Peacemaker and foeman;
+    Czech and Hun, and mixed with those
+      German, Slav, and Roman;
+    Men of middling size and weight,
+      Dwarfs and giants mighty;
+    Men of modest heart and state,
+      Vain men, proud and flighty.
+
+    Of the Wanderers' order I
+      Tell the Legislature--
+    They whose life is free and high,
+      Gentle too their nature--
+    They who'd rather scrape a fat
+      Dish in gravy swimming,
+    Than in sooth to marvel at
+      Barns with barley brimming.
+
+    Now this order, as I ken,
+      Is called sect or section,
+    Since its sectaries are men
+      Divers in complexion;
+    Therefore _hic_ and _haec_ and _hoc_
+      Suit it in declension,
+    Since so multiform a flock
+      Here finds comprehension.
+
+    This our order hath decried
+      Matins with a warning;
+    For that certain phantoms glide
+      In the early morning,
+    Whereby pass into man's brain
+      Visions of vain folly;
+    Early risers are insane,
+      Racked by melancholy.
+
+    This our order doth proscribe
+      All the year round matins;
+    When they've left their beds, our tribe
+      In the tap sing latins;
+    There they call for wine for all,
+      Roasted fowl and chicken;
+    Hazard's threats no hearts appal,
+      Though his strokes still thicken.
+
+    This our order doth forbid
+      Double clothes with loathing:
+    He whose nakedness is hid
+      With one vest hath clothing:
+    Soon one throws his cloak aside
+      At the dice-box calling;
+    Next his girdle is untied,
+      While the cards are falling.
+
+    What I've said of upper clothes
+      To the nether reaches;
+    They who own a shirt, let those
+      Think no more of breeches;
+    If one boasts big boots to use,
+      Let him leave his gaiters;
+    They who this firm law refuse
+      Shall be counted traitors.
+
+    No one, none shall wander forth
+      Fasting from the table;
+    If thou'rt poor, from south and north
+      Beg as thou art able!
+    Hath it not been often seen
+      That one coin brings many,
+    When a gamester on the green
+      Stakes his lucky penny?
+
+    No one on the road should walk
+      'Gainst the wind--'tis madness;
+    Nor in poverty shall stalk
+      With a face of sadness;
+    Let him bear him bravely then,
+      Hope sustain his spirit;
+    After heavy trials men
+      Better luck inherit!
+
+    While throughout the world you rove,
+      Thus uphold your banners;
+    Give these reasons why you prove
+      Hearts of men and manners:
+    "To reprove the reprobate,
+      Probity approving,
+    Improbate from approbate
+      To remove, I'm moving."
+
+The next song is a lament for the decay of the Order and the
+suppression of its privileges. It was written, to all appearances, at
+a later date, and is inferior in style. The Goliardi had already, we
+learn from it, exchanged poverty for luxury. Instead of tramping on
+the hard hoof, they moved with a retinue of mounted servants. We seem
+to trace in the lament a change from habits of simple vagabondage to
+professional dependence, as minstrels and secretaries, upon men of
+rank in Church and State, which came over the Goliardic class. This
+poem, it may be mentioned, does not occur in the _Carmina Burana_, nor
+is it included among those which bear the name of Walter Mapes or Map.
+
+
+
+
+ON THE DECAY OF THE ORDER.
+
+No. 2.
+
+
+    Once (it was in days of yore)
+      This our order flourished;
+    Popes, whom Cardinals adore,
+      It with honours nourished;
+    Licences desirable
+      They gave, nought desiring;
+    While our prayers, the beads we tell,
+      Served us for our hiring.
+
+    Now this order (so time runs)
+      Is made tributary;
+    With the ruck of Adam's sons
+      We must draw and carry;
+    Ground by common serfdom down,
+      By our debts confounded,
+    Debts to market-place and town
+      With the Jews compounded.
+
+    Once ('twas when the simple state
+      Of our order lasted)
+    All men praised us, no man's hate
+      Harried us or wasted;
+    Rates and taxes on our crew
+      There was none to levy;
+    But the sect, douce men and true,
+      Served God in a bevy.
+
+    Now some envious folks, who spy
+      Sumptuous equipages,
+    Horses, litters passing by,
+      And a host of pages,
+    Say, "Unless their purses were
+      Quite with wealth o'erflowing,
+    They could never thus, I swear,
+      Round about be going!"
+
+    Such men do not think nor own
+      How with toil we bend us,
+    Not to feed ourselves alone,
+      But the folk who tend us:
+    On all comers, all who come,
+      We our substance lavish,
+    Therefore 'tis a trifling sum
+      For ourselves we ravish.
+
+    On this subject, at this time,
+      What we've said suffices:
+    Let us leave it, lead the rhyme
+      Back to our devices:
+    We the miseries of this life
+      Bear with cheerful spirit,
+    That Heaven's bounty after strife
+      We may duly merit.
+
+    'Tis a sign that God the Lord
+      Will not let us perish,
+    Since with scourge and rod and sword
+      He our souls doth cherish;
+    He amid this vale of woes
+      Makes us bear the burden,
+    That true joys in heaven's repose
+      May be ours for guerdon.
+
+Next in order to these poems, which display the Wandering Students as
+a class, I will produce two that exhibit their mode of life in detail.
+The first is a begging petition, addressed by a scholar on the tramp
+to the great man of the place where he is staying. The name of the
+place, as I have already noticed, is only indicated by an N. The nasal
+whine of a suppliant for alms, begging, as Erasmus begged, not in the
+name of charity, but of learning, makes itself heard both in the
+rhyme and rhythm of the original Latin. I have tried to follow the
+sing-song doggerel.
+
+
+
+
+A WANDERING STUDENT'S PETITION.
+
+No. 3.
+
+
+    I, a wandering scholar lad,
+      Born for toil and sadness,
+    Oftentimes am driven by
+      Poverty to madness.
+
+    Literature and knowledge I
+      Fain would still be earning,
+    Were it not that want of pelf
+      Makes me cease from learning.
+
+    These torn clothes that cover me
+      Are too thin and rotten;
+    Oft I have to suffer cold,
+      By the warmth forgotten.
+
+    Scarce I can attend at church,
+      Sing God's praises duly;
+    Mass and vespers both I miss,
+      Though I love them truly.
+
+    Oh, thou pride of N----,
+      By thy worth I pray thee
+    Give the suppliant help in need,
+      Heaven will sure repay thee.
+
+    Take a mind unto thee now
+      Like unto St. Martin;
+    Clothe the pilgrim's nakedness,
+      Wish him well at parting.
+
+    So may God translate your soul
+      Into peace eternal,
+    And the bliss of saints be yours
+      In His realm supernal.
+
+The second is a jovial _Song of the Open Road_, throbbing with the
+exhilaration of young life and madcap impudence. We must imagine that
+two vagabond students are drinking together before they part upon
+their several ways. One addresses the other as _frater catholice, vir
+apostolice_, vows to befriend him, and expounds the laws of loyalty
+which bind the brotherhood together. To the rest of the world they are
+a terror and a nuisance. Honest folk are jeeringly forbidden to beware
+of the _quadrivium_, which is apt to form a fourfold rogue instead of
+a scholar in four branches of knowledge.
+
+The Latin metre is so light, careless, and airy, that I must admit an
+almost complete failure to do it justice in my English version. The
+refrain appears intended to imitate a bugle-call.
+
+
+
+
+A SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD.
+
+No. 4.
+
+
+    We in our wandering,
+    Blithesome and squandering,
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Eat to satiety,
+    Drink with propriety;
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Laugh till our sides we split,
+    Rags on our hides we fit;
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Jesting eternally,
+    Quaffing infernally:
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Craft's in the bone of us,
+    Fear 'tis unknown of us:
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    When we're in neediness,
+    Thieve we with greediness:
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Brother catholical,
+    Man apostolical,
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Say what you will have done,
+    What you ask 'twill be done!
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Folk, fear the toss of the
+    Horns of philosophy!
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Here comes a quadruple
+    Spoiler and prodigal!
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    License and vanity
+    Pamper insanity:
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    As the Pope bade us do,
+    Brother to brother's true:
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Brother, best friend, adieu!
+    Now, I must part from you!
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    When will our meeting be?
+    Glad shall our greeting be!
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Vows valedictory
+    Now have the victory;
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+    Clasped on each other's breast,
+    Brother to brother pressed,
+            Tara, tantara, teino!
+
+In the fourth place I insert the _Confession of Golias_. This
+important composition lays bare the inner nature of a Wandering
+Student, describing his vagrant habits, his volatile and
+indiscriminate amours, his passion for the dice-box, his devotion to
+wine, and the poetic inspiration he was wont to draw from it.
+
+In England this _Confession_ was attributed to Walter Map; and the
+famous drinking-song, on which the Archdeacon of Oxford's reputation
+principally rests in modern times, was extracted from the stanzas II
+_et seq._[29] But, though Wright is unwilling to refuse Map such
+honour as may accrue to his fame from the composition, we have little
+reason to regard it as his work. The song was clearly written at
+Pavia--a point inexplicably overlooked by Wright in the note appended
+to stanza 9--and the Archbishop-elect of Cologne, who is appealed to
+by name in stanza 24, was Reinald von Dassel, a minister of Frederick
+Barbarossa. This circumstance enables us to determine the date of the
+poem between 1162 and 1165. When the _Confession_ was manipulated for
+English readers, _Praesul Coventrensium, Praesul mibi cognite_, and _O
+pastor ecclesiae_ were in several MS. redactions substituted for
+_Electe Coloniae_. Instead of _Papiae_, in stanza 8, we read _in
+mundo_; but in stanza 9, where the rhyme required it, _Papiae_ was
+left standing--a sufficient indication of literary rehandling by a
+clumsy scribe. In the text of the _Carmina Burana_, the _Confession_
+winds up with a petition that Reinald von Dassel should employ the
+poet as a secretary, or should bestow some mark of his bounty upon
+him.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 29: Wright's _Walter Mapes_, p. xlv.]
+
+
+
+
+THE CONFESSION OF GOLIAS.
+
+No. 5.
+
+
+    Boiling in my spirit's veins
+      With fierce indignation,
+    From my bitterness of soul
+      Springs self-revelation:
+    Framed am I of flimsy stuff,
+      Fit for levitation,
+    Like a thin leaf which the wind
+      Scatters from its station.
+
+    While it is the wise man's part
+      With deliberation
+    On a rock to base his heart's
+      Permanent foundation,
+    With a running river I
+      Find my just equation,
+    Which beneath the self-same sky
+      Hath no habitation.
+
+    Carried am I like a ship
+      Left without a sailor,
+    Like a bird that through the air
+      Flies where tempests hale her;
+    Chains and fetters hold me not,
+      Naught avails a jailer;
+    Still I find my fellows out,
+      Toper, gamester, railer.
+
+    To my mind all gravity
+      Is a grave subjection;
+    Sweeter far than honey are
+      Jokes and free affection.
+    All that Venus bids me do,
+      Do I with erection,
+    For she ne'er in heart of man
+      Dwelt with dull dejection.
+
+    Down the broad road do I run,
+      As the way of youth is;
+    Snare myself in sin, and ne'er
+      Think where faith and truth is;
+    Eager far for pleasure more
+      Than soul's health, the sooth is,
+    For this flesh of mine I care,
+      Seek not ruth where ruth is.
+
+    Prelate, most discreet of priests,
+      Grant me absolution!
+    Dear's the death whereof I die,
+      Sweet my dissolution;
+    For my heart is wounded by
+      Beauty's soft suffusion;
+    All the girls I come not nigh,
+      Mine are in illusion.
+
+    'Tis most arduous to make
+      Nature's self surrender;
+    Seeing girls, to blush and be
+      Purity's defender!
+    We young men our longings ne'er
+      Shall to stern law render,
+    Or preserve our fancies from
+      Bodies smooth and tender.
+
+    Who, when into fire he falls,
+      Keeps himself from burning?
+    Who within Pavia's walls
+      Fame of chaste is earning?
+    Venus with her finger calls
+      Youths at every turning,
+    Snares them with her eyes, and thralls
+      With her amorous yearning.
+
+    If you brought Hippolitus
+      To Pavia Sunday,
+    He'd not be Hippolitus
+      On the following Monday;
+    Venus there keeps holiday
+      Every day as one day;
+    'Mid these towers in no tower dwells
+      Venus Verecunda.
+
+    In the second place I own
+      To the vice of gaming:
+    Cold indeed outside I seem,
+      Yet my soul is flaming:
+    But when once the dice-box hath
+      Stripped me to my shaming,
+    Make I songs and verses fit
+      For the world's acclaiming.
+
+    In the third place, I will speak
+      Of the tavern's pleasure;
+    For I never found nor find
+      There the least displeasure;
+    Nor shall find it till I greet
+      Angels without measure,
+    Singing requiems for the souls
+      In eternal leisure.
+
+    In the public-house to die
+      Is my resolution;
+    Let wine to my lips be nigh
+      At life's dissolution:
+    That will make the angels cry,
+      With glad elocution,
+    "Grant this toper, God on high,
+      Grace and absolution!"
+
+    With the cup the soul lights up,
+      Inspirations flicker;
+    Nectar lifts the soul on high
+      With its heavenly ichor:
+    To my lips a sounder taste
+      Hath the tavern's liquor
+    Than the wine a village clerk
+      Waters for the vicar.
+
+    Nature gives to every man
+      Some gift serviceable;
+    Write I never could nor can
+      Hungry at the table;
+    Fasting, any stripling to
+      Vanquish me is able;
+    Hunger, thirst, I liken to
+      Death that ends the fable.
+
+    Nature gives to every man
+      Gifts as she is willing;
+    I compose my verses when
+      Good wine I am swilling,
+    Wine the best for jolly guest
+      Jolly hosts are filling;
+    From such wine rare fancies fine
+      Flow like dews distilling.
+
+    Such my verse is wont to be
+      As the wine I swallow;
+    No ripe thoughts enliven me
+      While my stomach's hollow;
+    Hungry wits on hungry lips
+      Like a shadow follow,
+    But when once I'm in my cups,
+      I can beat Apollo.
+
+    Never to my spirit yet
+      Flew poetic vision
+    Until first my belly had
+      Plentiful provision;
+    Let but Bacchus in the brain
+      Take a strong position,
+    Then comes Phoebus flowing in
+      With a fine precision.
+
+    There are poets, worthy men,
+      Shrink from public places,
+    And in lurking-hole or den
+      Hide their pallid faces;
+    There they study, sweat, and woo
+      Pallas and the Graces,
+    But bring nothing forth to view
+      Worth the girls' embraces.
+
+    Fasting, thirsting, toil the bards,
+      Swift years flying o'er them;
+    Shun the strife of open life,
+      Tumults of the forum;
+    They, to sing some deathless thing,
+      Lest the world ignore them,
+    Die the death, expend their breath,
+      Drowned in dull decorum.
+
+    Lo! my frailties I've betrayed,
+      Shown you every token,
+    Told you what your servitors
+      Have against me spoken;
+    But of those men each and all
+      Leave their sins unspoken,
+    Though they play, enjoy to-day,
+      Scorn their pledges broken.
+
+    Now within the audience-room
+      Of this blessed prelate,
+    Sent to hunt out vice, and from
+      Hearts of men expel it;
+    Let him rise, nor spare the bard,
+      Cast at him a pellet;
+    He whose heart knows not crime's smart,
+      Show my sin and tell it!
+
+    I have uttered openly
+      All I knew that shamed me,
+    And have spued the poison forth
+      That so long defamed me;
+    Of my old ways I repent,
+      New life hath reclaimed me;
+    God beholds the heart--'twas man
+      Viewed the face and blamed me.
+
+    Goodness now hath won my love,
+      I am wroth with vices;
+    Made a new man in my mind,
+      Lo, my soul arises!
+    Like a babe new milk I drink--
+      Milk for me suffices,
+    Lest my heart should longer be
+      Filled with vain devices.
+
+    Thou Elect of fair Cologne,
+      Listen to my pleading!
+    Spurn not thou the penitent;
+      See, his heart is bleeding!
+    Give me penance! what is due
+      For my faults exceeding
+    I will bear with willing cheer,
+      All thy precepts heeding.
+
+    Lo, the lion, king of beasts,
+      Spares the meek and lowly;
+    Toward submissive creatures he
+      Tames his anger wholly.
+    Do the like, ye powers of earth,
+      Temporal and holy!
+    Bitterness is more than's right
+      When 'tis bitter solely.
+
+
+
+
+XIV.
+
+
+Having been introduced to the worshipful order of vagrants both in
+their collective and in their personal capacity, we will now follow
+them to the woods and fields in spring. It was here that they sought
+love-adventures and took pastime after the restraints of winter.
+
+The spring-songs are all, in the truest sense of the word,
+_lieder_--lyrics for music. Their affinities of form and rhythm are
+less with ecclesiastical verse than with the poetry of the Minnesinger
+and the Troubadour. Sometimes we are reminded of the French
+_pastourelle_, sometimes of the rustic ditty, with its monotonous
+refrain.
+
+The exhilaration of the season which they breathe has something of the
+freshness of a lark's song, something at times of the richness of the
+nightingale's lament. The defect of the species may be indicated in a
+single phrase. It is a tedious reiteration of commonplaces in the
+opening stanzas. Here, however, is a lark-song.
+
+
+
+
+WELCOME TO SPRING.
+
+No. 6.
+
+
+    Spring is coming! longed-for spring
+      Now his joy discloses;
+    On his fair brow in a ring
+      Bloom empurpled roses!
+    Birds are gay; how sweet their lay!
+      Tuneful is the measure;
+    The wild wood grows green again,
+    Songsters change our winter's pain
+      To a mirthful pleasure.
+
+    Now let young men gather flowers,
+      On their foreheads bind them,
+    Maidens pluck them from the bowers,
+      Then, when they have twined them,
+    Breathe perfume from bud and bloom,
+      Where young love reposes,
+    And into the meadows so
+    All together laughing go,
+      Crowned with ruddy roses.
+
+Here again the nightingale's song, contending with the young man's
+heart's lament of love, makes itself heard.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOVER AND THE NIGHTINGALE.
+
+No. 7.
+
+
+    These hours of spring are jolly;
+            Maidens, be gay!
+    Shake off dull melancholy,
+            Ye lads, to-day!
+        Oh! all abloom am I!
+        It is a maiden love that makes me sigh,
+        A new, new love it is wherewith I die!
+
+    The nightingale is singing
+            So sweet a lay!
+    Her glad voice heavenward flinging--
+            No check, no stay.
+
+    Flower of girls love-laden
+            Is my sweetheart;
+    Of roses red the maiden
+            For whom I smart.
+
+    The promise that she gives me
+            Makes my heart bloom;
+    If she denies, she drives me
+            Forth to the gloom.
+
+    My maid, to me relenting,
+            Is fain for play;
+    Her pure heart, unconsenting,
+            Saith, "Lover, stay!"
+
+    Hush, Philomel, thy singing,
+            This little rest!
+    Let the soul's song rise ringing
+            Up from the breast!
+
+    In desolate Decembers
+            Man bides his time:
+    Spring stirs the slumbering embers;
+            Love-juices climb.
+
+    Come, mistress, come, my maiden!
+            Bring joy to me!
+    Come, come, thou beauty-laden!
+            I die for thee!
+        O all abloom am I!
+        It is a maiden love that makes me sigh,
+        A new, new love it is wherewith I die!
+
+There is a very pretty _Invitation to Youth_, the refrain of which,
+though partly undecipherable, seems to indicate an Italian origin. I
+have thought it well to omit this refrain; but it might be rendered
+thus, maintaining the strange and probably corrupt reading of the last
+line:--
+
+    "List, my fair, list, _bela mia_,
+    To the thousand charms of Venus!
+    _Da hizevaleria_."
+
+
+
+
+THE INVITATION TO YOUTH.
+
+No. 8.
+
+
+    Take your pleasure, dance and play,
+    Each with other while ye may:
+    Youth is nimble, full of grace;
+    Age is lame, of tardy pace.
+
+    We the wars of love should wage,
+    Who are yet of tender age;
+    'Neath the tents of Venus dwell
+    All the joys that youth loves well.
+
+    Young men kindle heart's desire;
+    You may liken them to fire:
+    Old men frighten love away
+    With cold frost and dry decay.
+
+A roundelay, which might be styled the _Praise of May_ or the
+exhortation to be liberal in love by _The Example of the Rose_, shall
+follow.
+
+
+
+
+THE EXAMPLE OF THE ROSE.
+
+No. 9.
+
+
+    Winter's untruth yields at last,
+      Spring renews old mother earth;
+    Angry storms are overpast,
+      Sunbeams fill the air with mirth;
+      Pregnant, ripening unto birth,
+              All the world reposes.
+
+    Our delightful month of May,
+      Not by birth, but by degree,
+    Took the first place, poets say;
+      Since the whole year's cycle he,
+      Youngest, loveliest, leads with glee,
+              And the cycle closes.
+
+    From the honours of the rose
+      They decline, the rose abuse,
+    Who, when roses red unclose,
+      Seek not their own sweets to use;
+      'Tis with largess, liberal dues,
+              That the rose discloses.
+
+    Taught to wanton, taught to play,
+      By the young year's wanton flower,
+    We will take no heed to-day,
+      Have no thought for thrift this hour;
+      Thrift, whose uncongenial power
+              Laws on youth imposes.
+
+Another song, blending the praises of spring with a little pagan vow
+to Cupid, has in the original Latin a distinction and purity of
+outline which might be almost called Horatian.
+
+
+
+
+THE VOW TO CUPID.
+
+No. 10.
+
+
+    Winter, now thy spite is spent,
+    Frost and ice and branches bent!
+    Fogs and furious storms are o'er,
+    Sloth and torpor, sorrow frore,
+    Pallid wrath, lean discontent.
+
+    Comes the graceful band of May!
+    Cloudless shines the limpid day,
+    Shine by night the Pleiades;
+    While a grateful summer breeze
+    Makes the season soft and gay.
+
+    Golden Love I shine forth to view!
+    Souls of stubborn men subdue!
+    See me bend! what is thy mind?
+    Make the girl thou givest kind,
+    And a leaping ram's thy due!
+
+    O the jocund face of earth,
+    Breathing with young grassy birth!
+    Every tree with foliage clad,
+    Singing birds in greenwood glad,
+    Flowering fields for lovers' mirth!
+
+Nor is the next far below it in the same qualities of neatness and
+artistic brevity.
+
+
+
+
+A-MAYING.
+
+No. 11.
+
+
+    Now the fields are laughing; now the maids
+    Take their pastime; laugh the leafy glades:
+        Now the summer days are blooming,
+        And the flowers their chaliced lamps for love illuming.
+    Fruit-trees blossom; woods grow green again;
+    Winter's rage is past: O ye young men,
+        With the May-bloom shake off sadness!
+        Love is luring you to join the maidens' gladness.
+
+    Let us then together sport and play;
+    Cytherea bids the young be gay:
+        Laughter soft and happy voices,
+        Hope and love invite to mirth when May rejoices.
+
+All the spring is in the lyric next upon my list.
+
+
+
+
+THE RETURN OF SPRING:
+
+No. 12.
+
+
+    Spring returns, the glad new-comer,
+      Bringing pleasure, banning pain:
+    Meadows bloom with early summer,
+      And the sun shines out again:
+    All sad thoughts and passions vanish;
+    Plenteous Summer comes to banish
+      Winter with his starveling train.
+
+    Hails and snows and frosts together
+      Melt and thaw like dews away;
+    While the spring in cloudless weather
+      Sucks the breast of jocund May;
+    Sad's the man and born for sorrow
+    Who can live not, dares not borrow
+      Gladness from a summer's day.
+
+    Full of joy and jubilation,
+      Drunk with honey of delight,
+    Are the lads whose aspiration
+      Is the palm of Cupid's fight!
+    Youths, we'll keep the laws of Venus,
+    And with joy and mirth between us
+      Live and love like Paris wight!
+
+The next has the same accent of gladness, though it is tuned to a
+somewhat softer and more meditative note of feeling.
+
+
+
+
+THE SWEETNESS OF THE SPRING.
+
+No. 13.
+
+
+    Vernal hours are sweet as clover,
+    With love's honey running over;
+    Every heart on this earth burning
+    Finds new birth with spring's returning.
+
+    In the spring-time blossoms flourish,
+    Fields drink moisture, heaven's dews nourish;
+    Now the griefs of maidens, after
+    Dark days, turn to love and laughter.
+
+    Whoso love, are loved, together
+    Seek their pastime in spring weather;
+    And, with time and place agreeing,
+    Clasp, kiss, frolic, far from seeing.
+
+Gradually the form of the one girl whom the lyrist loves emerges from
+this wealth of description.
+
+
+
+
+THE SUIT TO PHYLLIS.
+
+No. 14.
+
+
+    Hail! thou longed-for month of May,
+    Dear to lovers every day!
+    Thou that kindlest hour by hour
+    Life in man and bloom in bower!
+    O ye crowds of flowers and hues
+    That with joy the sense confuse,
+    Hail! and to our bosom bring
+    Bliss and every jocund thing!
+    Sweet the concert of the birds;
+    Lovers listen to their words:
+    For sad winter hath gone by,
+    And a soft wind blows on high.
+
+    Earth hath donned her purple vest,
+    Fields with laughing flowers are dressed,
+    Shade upon the wild wood spreads,
+    Trees lift up their leafy heads;
+    Nature in her joy to-day
+    Bids all living things be gay;
+    Glad her face and fair her grace
+    Underneath the sun's embrace!
+    Venus stirs the lover's brain,
+    With life's nectar fills his vein,
+    Pouring through his limbs the heat
+    Which makes pulse and passion beat.
+
+    O how happy was the birth
+    When the loveliest soul on earth
+    Took the form and life of thee,
+    Shaped in all felicity!
+    O how yellow is thy hair!
+    There is nothing wrong, I swear,
+    In the whole of thee; thou art
+    Framed to fill a loving heart!
+    Lo, thy forehead queenly crowned,
+    And the eyebrows dark and round,
+    Curved like Iris at the tips,
+    Down the dark heavens when she slips!
+
+    Red as rose and white as snow
+    Are thy cheeks that pale and glow;
+    'Mid a thousand maidens thou
+    Hast no paragon, I vow.
+    Round thy lips and red as be
+    Apples on the apple-tree;
+    Bright thy teeth as any star;
+    Soft and low thy speeches are;
+    Long thy hand, and long thy side,
+    And the throat thy breasts divide;
+    All thy form beyond compare
+    Was of God's own art the care.
+
+    Sparks of passion sent from thee
+    Set on fire the heart of me;
+    Thee beyond all whom I know
+    I must love for ever so.
+    Lo, my heart to dust will burn
+    Unless thou this flame return;
+    Still the fire will last, and I,
+    Living now, at length shall die!
+    Therefore, Phyllis, hear me pray,
+    Let us twain together play,
+    Joining lip to lip and breast
+    Unto, breast in perfect rest!
+
+The lover is occasionally bashful, sighing at a distance.
+
+
+
+
+MODEST LOVE.
+
+No. 15.
+
+
+    Summer sweet is coming in;
+    Now the pleasant days begin;
+    Phoebus rules the earth at last;
+    For sad winter's reign is past.
+
+    Wounded with the love alone
+    Of one girl, I make my moan:
+    Grief pursues me till she bend
+    Unto me and condescend.
+
+    Take thou pity on my plight!
+    With my heart thy heart unite!
+    In my love thy own love blending,
+    Finding thus of life the ending!
+
+Occasionally his passion assumes a romantic tone, as is the case with
+the following _Serenade_ to a girl called Flos-de-spina in the Latin.
+Whether that was her real name, or was only used for poetical
+purposes, does not admit of debate now. Anyhow, Flos-de-spina,
+Fior-di-spina, Fleur-d'epine, and English Flower-o'-the-thorn are all
+of them pretty names for a girl.
+
+
+
+
+THE SERENADE TO FLOWER-O'-THE-THORN.
+
+No. 16.
+
+
+    The blithe young year is upward steering.
+    Wild winter dwindles, disappearing;
+    The short, short days are growing longer,
+    Rough weather yields and warmth is stronger.
+        Since January dawned, my mind
+        Waves hither, thither, love-inclined
+        For one whose will can loose or bind.
+
+    Prudent and very fair the maiden,
+    Than rose or lily more love-laden;
+    Stately of stature, lithe and slender,
+    There's naught so exquisite and tender.
+        The Queen of France is not so dear;
+        Death to my life comes very near
+        If Flower-o'-the-thorn be not my cheer.
+
+    The Queen of Love my heart is killing
+    With her gold arrow pain-distilling;
+    The God of Love with torches burning
+    Lights pyre on pyre of ardent yearning.
+        She is the girl for whom I'd die;
+        I want none dearer, far or nigh,
+        Though grief on grief upon me lie.
+
+    I with her love am thralled and taken,
+    Whose flower doth flower, bud, bloom, and waken;
+    Sweet were the labour, light the burden,
+    Could mouth kiss mouth for wage and guerdon.
+        No touch of lips my wound can still,
+        Unless two hearts grow one, one will,
+        One longing! Flower of flowers, farewell!
+
+Once at least we find him writing in absence to his mistress, and
+imploring her fidelity. This ranks among the most delicate in
+sentiment of the whole series.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOVE-LETTER IN SPRING.
+
+No. 17.
+
+
+    Now the sun is streaming,
+      Clear and pure his ray;
+    April's glad face beaming
+      On our earth to-day.
+    Unto love returneth
+      Every gentle mind;
+    And the boy-god burneth
+      Jocund hearts to bind.
+
+    All this budding beauty,
+      Festival array,
+    Lays on us the duty
+      To be blithe and gay.
+    Trodden ways are known, love!
+      And in this thy youth,
+    To retain thy own love
+      Were but faith and truth.
+
+    In faith love me solely,
+      Mark the faith of me,
+    From thy whole heart wholly,
+      From the soul of thee.
+    At this time of bliss, dear,
+      I am far away;
+    Those who love like this, dear,
+      Suffer every day!
+
+At one time he seems upon the point of clasping his felicity.
+
+
+
+
+A SPRING DITTY.
+
+No. 18.
+
+
+    In the spring, ah happy day!
+    Underneath a leafy spray
+    With her sister stands my may.
+          O sweet love!
+          He who now is reft of thee
+          Poor is he!
+
+    Ah, the trees, how fair they flower
+    Birds are singing in the bower;
+    Maidens feel of love the power.
+          O sweet love!
+
+    See the lilies, how they blow!
+    And the maidens row by row
+    Praise the best of gods below.
+          O sweet love!
+
+    If I held my sweetheart now,
+    In the wood beneath the bough,
+    I would kiss her, lip and brow.
+          O sweet love!
+          He who now is reft of thee,
+          Poor is he!
+
+At another time he has clasped it, but he trembles lest it should
+escape him.
+
+
+
+
+LOVE-DOUBTS.
+
+No. 19.
+
+
+    With so sweet a promise given
+      All my bosom burneth;
+    Hope uplifts my heart to heaven,
+      Yet the doubt returneth,
+    Lest perchance that hope should be
+    Crushed and shattered suddenly.
+
+    On one girl my fancy so,
+      On one star, reposes;
+    Her sweet lips with honey flow
+      And the scent of roses:
+    In her smile I laugh, and fire
+    Fills me with her love's desire.
+
+    Love in measure over-much
+      Strikes man's soul with anguish;
+    Anxious love's too eager touch
+      Makes man fret and languish:
+    Thus in doubt and grief I pine;
+    Pain more sure was none than mine.
+
+    Burning in love's fiery flood,
+      Lo, my life is wasted!
+    Such the fever of my blood
+      That I scarce have tasted
+    Mortal bread and wine, but sup
+    Like a god love's nectar-cup.
+
+The village dance forms an important element in the pleasures of the
+season. Here is a pretty picture in two stanzas of a linden sheltering
+some Suabian meadow.
+
+
+
+
+THE VILLAGE DANCE.
+
+No. 20.
+
+
+    Wide the lime-tree to the air
+    Spreads her boughs and foliage fair;
+      Thyme beneath is growing
+    On the verdant meadow-where
+      Dancers' feet are going.
+
+    Through the grass a little spring
+    Runs with jocund murmuring;
+      All the place rejoices;
+    Cooling zephyrs breathe and sing
+      With their summer voices.
+
+I have freely translated a second, which presents a more elaborate
+picture of a similar scene.
+
+
+
+
+LOVE AMONG THE MAIDENS.
+
+No. 21.
+
+
+    Yonder choir of virgins see
+      Through the spring advancing,
+    Where the sun's warmth, fair and free,
+      From the green leaves glancing,
+    Weaves a lattice of light gloom
+      And soft sunbeams o'er us,
+    'Neath the linden-trees in bloom,
+      For the Cyprian chorus.
+
+    In this vale where blossoms blow,
+      Blooming, summer-scented,
+    'Mid the lilies row by row,
+      Spreads a field flower-painted.
+    Here the blackbirds through the dale
+      Each to each are singing,
+    And the jocund nightingale
+      Her fresh voice is flinging.
+
+    See the maidens crowned with rose
+      Sauntering through the grasses!
+    Who could tell the mirth of those
+      Laughing, singing lasses?
+    Or with what a winning grace
+      They their charms discover,
+    Charms of form and blushing face,
+      To the gazing lover?
+
+    Down the flowery greenwood glade
+      As I chanced to wander,
+    From bright eyes a serving-maid
+      Shot Love's arrows yonder;
+    I for her, 'mid all the crew
+      Of the girls of Venus,
+    Wait and yearn until I view
+      Love spring up between us.
+
+Another lyric of complicated rhyming structure introduces a not
+dissimilar motive, with touches that seem, in like manner, to indicate
+its German origin. It may be remarked that the lover's emotion has
+here unusual depth, a strain of _sehnsucht_; and the picture of the
+mother followed by her daughter in the country-dance suggests the
+domesticity of Northern races.
+
+
+
+
+AT THE VILLAGE DANCE.
+
+No. 22.
+
+
+    Meadows bloom, in Winter's room
+      Reign the Loves and Graces,
+    With their gift of buds that lift
+      Bright and laughing faces;
+    'Neath the ray of genial May,
+      Shining, glowing, blushing, growing,
+      They the joys of spring are showing
+    In their manifold array.
+
+    Song-birds sweet the season greet,
+      Tune their merry voices;
+    Sound the ways with hymns of praise,
+      Every lane rejoices.
+    On the bough in greenwood now
+      Flowers are springing, perfumes flinging,
+      While young men and maids are clinging
+    To the loves they scarce avow.
+
+    O'er the grass together pass
+      Bands of lads love-laden:
+    Row by row in bevies go
+      Bride and blushing maiden.
+    See with glee 'neath linden-tree,
+      Where the dancing girls are glancing,
+      How the matron is advancing!
+    At her side her daughter see!
+
+    She's my own, for whom alone,
+      If fate wills, I'll tarry;
+    Young May-moon, or late or soon,
+      'Tis with her I'd marry!
+    Now with sighs I watch her rise,
+      She the purely loved, the surely
+      Chosen, who my heart securely
+    Turns from grief to Paradise.
+
+    In her sight with heaven's own light
+      Like the gods I blossom;
+    Care for nought till she be brought
+      Yielding to my bosom.
+    Thirst divine my soul doth pine
+      To behold her and enfold her,
+      With clasped arms alone to hold her
+    In Love's holy hidden shrine.
+
+But the theme of the dance is worked up with even greater elaboration
+and a more studied ingenuity of rhyme and rhythm in the following
+characteristic song. This has the true accent of what may be called
+the _Musa Vagabundula_, and is one of the best lyrics of the
+series:--
+
+
+
+
+INVITATION TO THE DANCE.
+
+No. 23.
+
+
+    Cast aside dull books and thought;
+      Sweet is folly, sweet is play:
+    Take the pleasure Spring hath brought
+      In youth's opening holiday!
+    Right it is old age should ponder
+      On grave matters fraught with care;
+    Tender youth is free to wander,
+      Free to frolic light as air.
+          Like a dream our prime is flown,
+            Prisoned in a study:
+          Sport and folly are youth's own,
+            Tender youth and ruddy.
+
+    Lo, the Spring of life slips by,
+      Frozen Winter comes apace;
+    Strength is 'minished silently,
+      Care writes wrinkles on our face:
+    Blood dries up and courage fails us,
+      Pleasures dwindle, joys decrease,
+    Till old age at length assails us
+      With his troop of illnesses.
+          Like a dream our prime is flown,
+            Prisoned in a study;
+          Sport and folly are youth's own,
+            Tender youth and ruddy.
+
+    Live we like the gods above;
+      This is wisdom, this is truth:
+    Chase the joys of tender love
+      In the leisure of our youth!
+    Keep the vows we swore together,
+      Lads, obey that ordinance;
+    Seek the fields in sunny weather,
+      Where the laughing maidens dance.
+          Like a dream our prime is flown,
+            Prisoned in a study;
+          Sport and folly are youth's own,
+            Tender youth and ruddy.
+
+    There the lad who lists may see
+      Which among the maids is kind:
+    There young limbs deliciously
+      Flashing through the dances wind:
+    While the girls their arms are raising,
+      Moving, winding o'er the lea,
+    Still I stand and gaze, and gazing
+      They have stolen the soul of me!
+          Like a dream our prime is flown,
+            Prisoned in a study;
+          Sport and folly are youth's own,
+            Tender youth and ruddy.
+
+
+
+
+XV.
+
+
+A separate Section can be devoted to songs in the manner of the early
+French pastoral. These were fashionable at a remote period in all
+parts of Europe; and I have already had occasion, in another piece of
+literary history, to call attention to the Italian madrigals of the
+fourteenth century composed in this species.[30] Their point is mainly
+this: A man of birth and education, generally a dweller in the town,
+goes abroad into the fields, lured by fair spring weather, and makes
+love among trees to a country wench.
+
+The _Vagi_ turn the pastoral to their own purpose, and always
+represent the greenwood lover as a _clericus_. One of these rural
+nieces has a pretty opening stanza:--
+
+    "When the sweet Spring was ascending,
+    Not yet May, at April's ending,
+    While the sun was heavenward wending,
+    Stood a girl of grace transcending
+    Underneath the green bough, sending
+            Songs aloft with pipings."
+
+Another gives a slightly comic turn to the chief incident.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 30: See _Renaissance in Italy_, vol. iv. p. 156.]
+
+
+
+
+A PASTORAL.
+
+No. 24.
+
+
+    There went out in the dawning light
+      A little rustic maiden;
+    Her flock so white, her crook so slight,
+      With fleecy new wool laden.
+
+    Small is the flock, and there you'll see
+      The she-ass and the wether;
+    This goat's a he, and that's a she,
+      The bull-calf and the heifer.
+
+    She looked upon the green sward, where
+      A student lay at leisure:
+    "What do you there, young sir, so fair?"
+      "Come, play with me, my treasure!"
+
+A third seems to have been written in the South, perhaps upon the
+shores of one of the Italian lakes--Como or Garda.
+
+
+
+
+THE MULBERRY-GATHERER.
+
+No. 25.
+
+
+    In the summer's burning heat,
+    When the flowers were blooming sweet,
+    I had chosen, as 'twas meet,
+    'Neath an olive bough my seat;
+    Languid with the glowing day,
+    Lazy, careless, apt for play.
+
+    Stood the tree in fields where grew
+    Painted flowers of every hue,
+    Grass that flourished with the dew,
+    Fresh with shade where breezes blew;
+    Plato, with his style so rare,
+    Could not paint a spot more fair.
+
+    Runs a babbling brook hard by,
+    Chants the nightingale on high;
+    Water-nymphs with song reply.
+    "Sure, 'tis Paradise," I cry;
+    For I know not any place
+    Of a sweeter, fresher grace.
+
+    While I take my solace here,
+    And in solace find good cheer,
+    Shade from summer, coolness dear,
+    Comes a shepherd maiden near--
+    Fairer, sure, there breathes not now--
+    Plucking mulberries from the bough.
+
+    Seeing her, I loved her there:
+    Venus did the trick, I'll swear!
+    "Come, I am no thief, to scare,
+    Rob, or murder unaware;
+    I and all I have are thine,
+    Thou than Flora more divine!"
+
+    But the girl made answer then:
+    "Never played I yet with men;
+    Cruel to me are my kin:
+    My old mother scolds me when
+    In some little thing I stray:--
+    Hold, I prithee, sir, to-day!"
+
+A fourth, consisting of a short conventional introduction in praise of
+Spring, followed by a dialogue between a young man and a girl, in
+which the metre changes for the last two stanzas, may be classed among
+the pastorals, although it is a somewhat irregular example of the
+species.
+
+
+
+
+THE WOOING.
+
+No. 26.
+
+
+    All the woods are now in flower,
+    Song-birds sing in field and bower,
+    Orchards their white blossoms shower:
+    Lads, make merry in Love's hour!
+
+    Sordid grief hath flown away,
+    Fervid Love is here to-day;
+    He will tame without delay
+    Those who love not while they may.
+
+_He._
+    "Fairest maiden, list to me;
+    Do not thus disdainful be;
+    Scorn and anger disagree
+    With thy youth, and injure thee.
+
+    "I am weaker than thou art;
+    Mighty Love hath pierced my heart;
+    Scarce can I endure his dart:
+    Lest I die, heal, heal my smart!"
+
+_She._
+    "Why d'you coax me, suitor blind?
+    What you seek you will not find;
+    I'm too young for love to bind;
+    Such vain trifles vex my mind.
+
+    "Is't your will with me to toy?
+    I'll not mate with man or boy:
+    Like the Phoenix, to enjoy
+    Single life shall be my joy."
+
+_He._
+    "Yet Love is tyrannous,
+    Harsh, fierce, imperious!
+    He who man's heart can thus
+      Shatter, may make to bow
+      Maidens as stern as thou!"
+
+_She._
+    "Now by your words I'm 'ware
+    What you wish, what you are;
+    You know love well, I swear!
+      So I'll be loved by you;
+      Now I'm on fire too!"
+
+
+
+
+XVI.
+
+
+Some semi-descriptive pieces, which connect the songs of Spring with
+lyrics of a more purely personal emotion, can boast of rare beauty in
+the original.
+
+The most striking of these, upon the theme of Sleep and Love, I have
+tried to render in trochaic verse, feeling it impossible, without
+knowledge of the medieval melody, to reproduce its complicated and now
+only half-intelligible rhythms.
+
+
+
+
+A DESCANT UPON SLEEP AND LOVE.
+
+No. 27.
+
+
+    When the lamp of Cynthia late
+    Rises in her silver state,
+    Through her brother's roseate light,
+    Blushing on the brows of night;
+    Then the pure ethereal air
+    Breathes with zephyr blowing fair;
+    Clouds and vapours disappear.
+    As with chords of lute or lyre,
+    Soothed the spirits now respire,
+    And the heart revives again
+    Which once more for love is fain.
+    But the orient evening star
+    Sheds with influence kindlier far
+    Dews of sweet sleep on the eye
+    Of o'er-tired mortality.
+
+    Oh, how blessed to take and keep
+    Is the antidote of sleep!
+    Sleep that lulls the storms of care
+    And of sorrow unaware,
+    Creeping through the closed doors
+    Of the eyes, and through the pores
+    Breathing bliss so pure and rare
+    That with love it may compare.
+
+    Then the god of dreams doth bring
+    To the mind some restful thing,
+    Breezes soft that rippling blow
+    O'er ripe cornfields row by row,
+    Murmuring rivers round whose brim
+    Silvery sands the swallows skim,
+    Or the drowsy circling sound
+    Of old mill-wheels going round,
+    Which with music steal the mind
+    And the eyes in slumber bind.
+
+    When the deeds of love are done
+    Which bland Venus had begun,
+    Languor steals with pleasant strain
+    Through the chambers of the brain,
+    Eyes 'neath eyelids gently tired
+    Swim and seek the rest desired.
+    How deliriously at last
+    Into slumber love hath passed!
+    But how sweeter yet the way
+    Which leads love again to play!
+
+    From the soothed limbs upward spread
+    Glides a mist divinely shed,
+    Which invades the heart and head:
+    Drowsily it veils the eyes,
+    Bending toward sleep's paradise,
+    And with curling vapour round
+    Fills the lids, the senses swound,
+    Till the visual ray is bound
+    By those ministers which make
+    Life renewed in man awake.
+
+    Underneath the leafy shade
+    Of a tree in quiet laid,
+    While the nightingale complains
+    Singing of her ancient pains,
+    Sweet it is still hours to pass,
+    But far sweeter on the grass
+    With a buxom maid to play
+    All a summer's holiday.
+    When the scent of herb and flower
+    Breathes upon the silent hour,
+    When the rose with leaf and bloom
+    Spreads a couch of pure perfume,
+    Then the grateful boon of sleep
+    Falls with satisfaction deep,
+    Showering dews our eyes above,
+    Tired with honeyed strife of love.
+
+    In how many moods the mind
+    Of poor lovers, weak and blind,
+    Wavers like the wavering wind!
+    As a ship in darkness lost,
+    Without anchor tempest-tossed,
+    So with hope and fear imbued
+    It roams in great incertitude
+    Love's tempestuous ocean-flood.
+
+A portion of this descant finds an echo in another lyric of the
+_Carmina Burana_:--
+
+    "With young leaves the wood is new;
+      Now the nightingale is singing;
+    And field-flowers of every hue
+      On the sward their bloom are flinging.
+    Sweet it is to brush the dew
+      From wild lawns and woody places!
+    Sweeter yet to wreathe the rose
+      With the lily's virgin graces;
+    But the sweetest sweet man knows,
+      Is to woo a girl's embraces."
+
+The most highly wrought of descriptive poems in this species is the
+_Dispute of Flora and Phyllis_, which occurs both in the _Carmina
+Burana_ and in the English MSS. edited by Wright. The motive of the
+composition is as follows:--Two girls wake in the early morning, and
+go out to walk together through the fields. Each of them is in love;
+but Phyllis loves a soldier, Flora loves a scholar. They interchange
+confidences, the one contending with the other for the superiority of
+her own sweetheart.
+
+Having said so much, I will present the first part of the poem in the
+English version I have made.
+
+
+
+
+FLORA AND PHYLLIS.
+
+PART I.
+
+No. 28.
+
+
+    In the spring-time, when the skies
+      Cast off winter's mourning,
+    And bright flowers of every hue
+      Earth's lap are adorning,
+    At the hour when Lucifer
+      Gives the stars their warning,
+    Phyllis woke, and Flora too,
+      In the early morning.
+
+    Both the girls were fain to go
+      Forth in sunny weather,
+    For love-laden bosoms throw
+      Sleep off like a feather;
+    Then with measured steps and slow
+      To the fields together
+    Went they, seeking pastime new
+      'Mid the flowers and heather.
+
+    Both were virgins, both, I ween,
+      Were by birth princesses;
+    Phyllis let her locks flow free,
+      Flora trained her tresses.
+    Not like girls they went, but like
+      Heavenly holinesses;
+    And their faces shone like dawn
+      'Neath the day's caresses.
+
+    Equal beauty, equal birth,
+      These fair maidens mated;
+    Youthful were the years of both,
+      And their minds elated;
+    Yet they were a pair unpaired,
+      Mates by strife unmated;
+    For one loved a clerk, and one
+      For a knight was fated.
+
+    Naught there was of difference
+      'Twixt them to the seeing,
+    All alike, within without,
+      Seemed in them agreeing;
+    With one garb, one cast of mind,
+      And one mode of being,
+    Only that they could not love
+      Save with disagreeing.
+
+    In the tree-tops overhead
+      A spring breeze was blowing,
+    And the meadow lawns around
+      With green grass were growing;
+    Through the grass a rivulet
+      From the hill was flowing,
+    Lively, with a pleasant sound
+      Garrulously going.
+
+    That the girls might suffer less
+      From the noon resplendent,
+    Near the stream a spreading pine
+      Rose with stem ascendant;
+    Crowned with boughs and leaves aloft,
+      O'er the fields impendent;
+    From all heat on every hand
+      Airily defendent.
+
+    On the sward the maidens sat,
+      Naught that seat surpasses;
+    Phyllis near the rivulet,
+      Flora 'mid the grasses;
+    Each into the chamber sweet
+      Of her own soul passes,
+    Love divides their thoughts, and wounds
+      With his shafts the lasses.
+
+    Love within the breast of each,
+      Hidden, unsuspected,
+    Lurks and draws forth sighs of grief
+      From their hearts dejected:
+    Soon their ruddy cheeks grow pale,
+      Conscious, love-affected;
+    Yet their passion tells no tale,
+      By soft shame protected.
+
+    Phyllis now doth overhear
+      Flora softly sighing:
+    Flora with like luck detects
+      Sigh to sigh replying.
+    Thus the girls exchange the game,
+      Each with other vying;
+    Till the truth leaps out at length,
+      Plain beyond denying.
+
+    Long this interchange did last
+      Of mute conversation;
+    All of love-sighs fond and fast
+      Was that dissertation.
+    Love was in their minds, and Love
+      Made their lips his station;
+    Phyllis then, while Flora smiled,
+      Opened her oration.
+
+    "Soldier brave, my love!" she said,
+      "Where is now my Paris?
+    Fights he in the field, or where
+      In the wide word tarries?
+    Oh, the soldier's life, I swear,
+      All life's glory carries;
+    Only valour clothed in arms
+      With Dame Venus marries!"
+
+Phyllis thus opens the question whether a soldier or a scholar be the
+fitter for love. Flora responds, and for some time they conduct the
+dispute in true scholastic fashion. Being unable to settle it between
+themselves, they resolve to seek out Love himself, and to refer the
+matter to his judgment. One girl mounts a mule, the other a horse; and
+these are no ordinary animals, for Neptune reared one beast as a
+present to Venus, Vulcan forged the metal-work of bit and saddle,
+Minerva embroidered the trappings, and so forth. After a short journey
+they reach the Garden of Love, which is described with a truly
+luxuriant wealth of imagery. It resembles some of the earlier
+Renaissance pictures, especially one of great excellence by a German
+artist which I once saw in a dealer's shop at Venice, and which ought
+now to grace a public gallery.
+
+
+
+
+FLORA AND PHYLLIS.
+
+PART III.
+
+No. 29.
+
+
+    On their steeds the ladies ride,
+      Two fair girls and slender;
+    Modest are their eyes and mild,
+      And their cheeks are tender.
+    Thus young lilies break the sheath,
+      Budding roses render
+    Blushes, and twinned pairs of stars
+      Climb the heavens with splendour.
+
+    Toward Love's Paradise they fare,
+      Such, I ween, their will is;
+    While the strife between the pair
+      Turns their cheeks to lilies;
+    Phyllis Flora flouts, and fair
+      Flora flouteth Phyllis;
+    Flora's hand a hawk doth bear,
+      And a goshawk Phyllis.
+
+    After a short space they came
+      Where a grove was growing;
+    At the entrance of the same
+      Rills with murmur flowing;
+    There the wind with myrrh and spice
+      Redolent was blowing,
+    Sounds of timbrel, harp, and lyre
+      Through the branches going.
+
+    All the music man could make
+      There they heard in plenty;
+    Timbrel, psaltery, lyre, and lute,
+      Harp and viol dainty;
+    Voices that in part-song meet
+      Choiring forte, lente;
+    Sounds the diatesseron,
+      Sounds the diapente.
+
+    All the tongues of all the birds
+      With full cry were singing;
+    There the blackbird's melody
+      Sweet and true was ringing;
+    Wood-dove, lark, and thrush on high
+      Jocund anthems flinging,
+    With the nightingale, who still
+      To her grief was clinging.
+
+    When the girls drew nigh the grove,
+      Some fear came upon them;
+    Further as they fared, the charm
+      Of the pleasance won them;
+    All the birds so sweetly sang
+      That a spell was on them,
+    And their bosoms warmed with love
+      At the welcome shown them.
+
+    Man would be immortal if
+      He could there be dwelling:
+    Every branch on every tree
+      With ripe fruit is swelling;
+    All the ways with nard and myrrh
+      And with spice are smelling:
+    How divine the Master is
+      All the house is telling.
+
+    Blithesome bands arrest their gaze,
+      Youths and maidens dancing;
+    Bodies beauteous as the stars,
+      Eyes with heaven's light glancing
+    And the bosoms of the girls,
+      At the sight entrancing,
+    Leap to view such marvels new,
+      Joy with joy enhancing!
+
+    They their horses check, and light,
+      Moved with sudden pleasure;
+    Half forget what brought them here,
+      Thralled by love and leisure;
+    Till once more the nightingale
+      Tuned her thrilling measure;
+    At that cry each girl again
+      Hugs her hidden treasure.
+
+    Round the middle of the grove
+      Was a place enchanted,
+    Which the god for his own rites
+      Specially had planted;
+    Fauns and nymphs and satyrs here
+      Flowery alleys haunted,
+    And before the face of Love
+      Played and leaped and chaunted.
+
+    In their hands they carry thyme,
+      Crowns of fragrant roses;
+    Bacchus leads the choir divine
+      And the dance composes;
+    Nymphs and fauns with feet in tune
+      Interchange their posies;
+    But Silenus trips and reels
+      When the chorus closes.
+
+    On an ass the elder borne
+      All the mad crew guideth;
+    Mirth and laughter at the view
+      Through Love's glad heart glideth.
+    "Io!" shouts the eld; that sound
+      In his throat subsideth,
+    For his voice in wine is drowned,
+      And his old age chideth.
+
+    'Mid these pleasant sights appears
+      Love, the young joy-giver;
+    Bright as stars his eyes, and wings
+      On his shoulders shiver;
+    In his left hand is the bow,
+      At his side the quiver;
+    From his state the world may know
+      He is lord for ever.
+
+    Leans the boy upon a staff
+      Intertwined with flowers,
+    Scent of nectar from his hair
+      Breathes around the bowers;
+    Hand in hand before him kneel
+      Three celestial Hours,
+    Graces who Love's goblet fill
+      From immortal showers.
+
+It would surely be superfluous to point out the fluent elegance of
+this poem, or to dwell farther upon the astonishing fact that anything
+so purely Renaissance in tone should have been produced in the twelfth
+century.
+
+Cupid, as was natural, settles the dispute of the two girls by
+deciding that scholars are more suitable for love than soldiers.
+
+This would be the place to introduce another long descriptive poem, if
+the nature of its theme rendered it fit for translation. It relates
+the visit of a student to what he calls the _Templum Veneris_; in
+other words, to the house of a courtesan. Her attendants are sirens;
+and the whole poem, dealing with a vulgar incident, is conducted in
+this mock-heroic strain.[31]
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 31: _Carmina Burana_, p. 138.]
+
+
+
+
+XVII.
+
+
+We pass now to love-poems of a more purely personal kind. One of
+these, which is too long for translation and in some respects
+ill-suited to a modern taste, forms the proper transition from the
+descriptive to the lyrical section. It starts with phrases culled from
+hymns to the Virgin:--
+
+    "Si linguis angelicis
+    Loquar et humanis."
+
+    "Ave formosissima,
+    Gemma pretiosa;
+    Ave decus virginum,
+    Virgo gloriosa!"
+
+These waifs and strays of religious diction are curiously blent with
+romantic and classical allusions. The girl is addressed in the same
+breath as--
+
+    "Blanziflor et Helena,
+    Venus generosa."
+
+Toward the close of the poem, the lover, who at length has reached the
+object of his heart's desire, breaks into this paean of victorious
+passion:--
+
+    "What more? Around the maiden's neck
+      My arms I flung with yearning;
+    Upon her lips I gave and took
+      A thousand kisses burning:
+    Again and yet again I cried,
+      With whispered vows and sighing,
+    This, this alone, sure, sure it was
+      For which my heart was dying!
+
+    "Who is the man that does not know
+      The sweets that followed after?
+    My former pains, my sobs and woe,
+      Were changed for love and laughter:
+    The joys of Paradise were ours
+      In overflowing measure;
+    We tasted every shape of bliss
+      And every form of pleasure."
+
+The next piece which I shall quote differs in some important respects
+from the general style adopted by the Goliardi in their love-poetry.
+It is written in rhyming or leonine hexameters, and is remarkable for
+its quaint play on names, conceived and executed in a truly medieval
+taste.
+
+
+
+
+FLOS FLORAE.
+
+No. 30.
+
+
+    Take thou this rose, O Rose! the loves in the rose repose:
+    I with love of the rose am caught at the winter's close:
+    Take thou this flower, my flower, and cherish it in thy bower:
+    Thou in thy beauty's power shalt lovelier blow each hour:
+    Gaze at the rose, and smile, my rose, in mine eyes the while:
+    To thee the roses belong, thy voice is the nightingale's song:
+    Give thou the rose a kiss, it blushes like thy mouth's bliss:
+    Flowers in a picture seem not flowers, but flowers in a dream:
+    Who paints the rose's bloom, paints not the rose's perfume.
+
+In complete contrast to this conceited and euphuistic style of
+composition stands a slight snatch of rustic melody, consisting of
+little but reiteration and refrain.
+
+
+
+
+A BIRD'S SONG OF LOVE.
+
+No. 31.
+
+
+    Come to me, come, O come!
+    Let me not die, but come!
+                Hyria hysria nazaza
+                    Trillirivos.
+
+    Fair is thy face, O fair!
+    Fair thine eyes, O how fair!
+                Hyria hysria nazaza
+                    Trillirivos.
+
+    Fair is thy flowing hair!
+    O fair, O fair, how fair!
+                Hyria hysria nazaza
+                    Trillirivos.
+
+    Redder than rose art thou,
+    Whiter than lily thou!
+                Hyria hysria nazaza
+                    Trillirivos.
+
+    Fairer than all, I vow,
+    Ever my pride art thou!
+                Hyria hysria nazaza
+                    Trillirivos.
+
+The following displays an almost classical intensity of voluptuous
+passion, and belongs in all probability to a period later than the
+_Carmina Burana_. I have ventured, in translating it, to borrow the
+structure of a song which occurs in Fletcher's _Rollo_ (act v. scene
+2), the first stanza of which is also found in Shakespeare's _Measure
+for Measure_ (act iv. scene 1), and to insert one or two phrases from
+Fletcher's version. Whether the composer of that song had ever met
+with the Latin lyric to Lydia can scarcely form the subject of
+critical conjecture. Yet there is a faint evanescent resemblance
+between the two poems.
+
+
+
+
+TO LYDIA.
+
+No. 32.
+
+
+    Lydia bright, thou girl more white
+      Than the milk of morning new,
+    Or young lilies in the light!
+      Matched with thy rose-whiteness, hue
+    Of red rose or white rose pales,
+    And the polished ivory fails,
+                      Ivory fails.
+
+    Spread, O spread, my girl, thy hair,
+      Amber-hued and heavenly bright,
+    As fine gold or golden air!
+      Show, O show thy throat so white,
+    Throat and neck that marble fine
+    Over thy white breasts incline,
+                      Breasts incline.
+
+    Lift, O lift thine eyes that are
+      Underneath those eyelids dark,
+    Lustrous as the evening star
+      'Neath the dark heaven's purple arc!
+    Bare, O bare thy cheeks of rose,
+    Dyed with Tyrian red that glows,
+                      Red that glows.
+
+    Give, O give those lips of love
+      That the coral boughs eclipse;
+    Give sweet kisses, dove by dove,
+      Soft descending on my lips.
+    See my soul how forth she flies!
+    'Neath each kiss my pierced heart dies,
+                      Pierced heart dies.
+
+    Wherefore dost thou draw my life,
+      Drain my heart's blood with thy kiss?
+    Scarce can I endure the strife
+      Of this ecstasy of bliss!
+    Set, O set my poor heart free,
+    Bound in icy chains by thee,
+                      Chains by thee.
+
+    Hide, O hide those hills of snow,
+      Twinned upon thy breast that rise,
+    Where the virgin fountains flow
+      With fresh milk of Paradise!
+    Thy bare bosom breathes of myrrh,
+    From thy whole self pleasures stir,
+                      Pleasures stir.
+
+    Hide, O hide those paps that tire
+      Sense and spirit with excess
+    Of snow-whiteness and desire
+      Of thy breast's deliciousness!
+    See'st thou, cruel, how I swoon?
+    Leav'st thou me half lost so soon?
+                      Lost so soon?
+
+In rendering this lyric to Lydia, I have restored the fifth stanza,
+only one line of which,
+
+    "Quid mihi sugis vivum sanguinem,"
+
+remains in the original. This I did because it seemed necessary to
+effect the transition from the stanzas beginning _Pande, puella,
+pande_, to those beginning _Conde papillas, conde_.
+
+Among these more direct outpourings of personal passion, place may be
+found for a delicate little _Poem of Privacy_, which forms part of the
+_Carmina Burana_. Unfortunately, the text of this slight piece is very
+defective in the MS., and has had to be conjecturally restored in
+several places.
+
+
+
+
+A POEM OF PRIVACY.
+
+No. 33.
+
+
+    When a young man, passion-laden,
+    In a chamber meets a maiden,
+      Then felicitous communion,
+    By love's strain between the twain,
+      Grows from forth their union;
+    For the game, it hath no name,
+    Of lips, arms, and hidden charms.
+
+Nor can I here forbear from inserting another _Poem of Privacy_,
+bolder in its openness of speech, more glowing in its warmth of
+colouring. If excuse should be pleaded or the translation and
+reproduction of this distinctly Pagan ditty, it must be found in the
+singularity of its motive, which is as unmedieval as could be desired
+by the bitterest detractor of medieval sentiment. We seem, while
+reading it, to have before our eyes the Venetian picture of a Venus,
+while the almost prosaic particularity of description illustrates what
+I have said above about the detailed realism of the Goliardic style.
+
+
+
+
+FLORA.
+
+No. 34.
+
+
+    Rudely blows the winter blast,
+    Withered leaves are falling fast,
+    Cold hath hushed the birds at last.
+      While the heavens were warm and glowing,
+        Nature's offspring loved in May;
+      But man's heart no debt is owing
+        To such change of month or day
+        As the dumb brute-beasts obey.
+    Oh, the joys of this possessing!
+    How unspeakable the blessing
+        That my Flora yields to-day!
+
+    Labour long I did not rue,
+    Ere I won my wages due,
+    And the prize I played for drew.
+      Flora with her brows of laughter,
+        Gazing on me, breathing bliss,
+      Draws my yearning spirit after,
+        Sucks my soul forth in a kiss:
+        Where's the pastime matched with this?
+    Oh, the joys of this possessing!
+    How unspeakable the blessing
+        Of my Flora's loveliness!
+
+    Truly mine is no harsh doom,
+    While in this secluded room
+    Venus lights for me the gloom!
+      Flora faultless as a blossom
+        Bares her smooth limbs for mine eyes;
+      Softly shines her virgin bosom,
+        And the breasts that gently rise
+        Like the hills of Paradise.
+    Oh, the joys of this possessing!
+    How unspeakable the blessing
+        When my Flora is the prize!
+
+    From her tender breasts decline,
+    In a gradual curving line,
+    Flanks like swansdown white and fine.
+      On her skin the touch discerneth
+        Naught of rough; 'tis soft as snow:
+      'Neath the waist her belly turneth
+        Unto fulness, where below
+        In Love's garden lilies blow.
+    Oh, the joys of this possessing!
+    How unspeakable the blessing!
+        Sweetest sweets from Flora flow!
+
+    Ah! should Jove but find my fair,
+    He would fall in love, I swear,
+    And to his old tricks repair:
+      In a cloud of gold descending
+        As on Danae's brazen tower,
+      Or the sturdy bull's back bending,
+        Or would veil his godhood's power
+        In a swan's form for one hour.
+    Oh, the joys of this possessing!
+    How unspeakable the blessing!
+        How divine my Flora's flower!
+
+A third "poem of privacy" may be employed to temper this too fervid
+mood. I conceive it to be meant for the monologue of a lover in the
+presence of his sweetheart, and to express the varying lights and
+shades of his emotion.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOVER'S MONOLOGUE.
+
+No. 35.
+
+
+    Love rules everything that is:
+    Love doth change hearts in a kiss:
+    Love seeks devious ways of bliss:
+        Love than honey sweeter,
+        Love than gall more bitter.
+    Blind Love hath no modesties.
+      Love is lukewarm, fiery, cold;
+      Love is timid, overbold;
+      Loyal, treacherous, manifold.
+
+    Present time is fit for play:
+    Let Love find his mate to-day:
+    Hark, the birds, how sweet their lay!
+        Love rules young men wholly;
+        Love lures maidens solely.
+    Woe to old folk! sad are they.
+      Sweetest woman ever seen,
+      Fairest, dearest, is my queen;
+      And alas! my chiefest teen.
+
+    Let an old man, chill and drear,
+    Never come thy bosom near;
+    Oft he sleeps with sorry cheer,
+        Too cold to delight thee:
+        Naught could less invite thee.
+    Youth with youth must mate, my dear.
+      Blest the union I desire;
+      Naught I know and naught require,
+      Better than to be thy squire.
+
+    Love flies all the world around:
+    Love in wanton wiles is wound:
+    Therefore youth and maid are bound
+        In Love's fetters duly.
+        She is joyless truly
+    Who no lover yet hath found!
+      All the night in grief and smart
+      She must languish, wear her heart;
+      Bitter is that woman's part.
+
+    Love is simple, Love is sly;
+    Love is pale, of ruddy dye:
+    Love is all things, low and high:
+        Love is serviceable,
+        Constant and unstable:
+    Love obeys Art's empery.
+      In this closed room Love takes flight,
+      In the silence of the night,
+      Love made captive, conquered quite.
+
+The next is singularly, quaintly musical in the original, but for
+various reasons I have not been able to adhere exactly to its form. I
+imagine that it is the work of the same poet who composed the longer
+piece which I shall give immediately after. Both are addressed to
+Caecilia; I have used the name Phyllis in my version.
+
+
+
+
+THE INVITATION TO LOVE.
+
+No. 36.
+
+
+    List, my girl, with words I woo;
+    Lay not wanton hands on you:
+    Sit before you, in your face
+    Gazing, ah! and seeking grace:
+    Fix mine eyes, nor let them rove
+    From the mark where shafts of love
+              Their flight wing.
+    Try, my girl, O try what bliss
+    Young men render when they kiss!
+    Youth is alway sturdy, straight;
+    Old age totters in its gait.
+    These delights of love we bring
+    Have the suppleness of spring,
+    Softness, sweetness, wantoning;
+    Clasp, my Phyllis, in their ring
+    Sweeter sweets than poets sing,
+              Anything and everything!
+
+    After daytime's heat from heaven
+    Dews on thirsty fields are given;
+    After verdant leaf and stem
+    Shoots the white flower's diadem;
+    After the white flower's bloom
+    To the night their faint perfume
+              Lilies fling.
+    Try, my girl, etc., _da capo_.
+
+The poem, _Ludo cum Caecilia_, which comes next in order, is one of
+the most perfect specimens of Goliardic writing. To render its fluent,
+languid, and yet airy grace, in any language but the Latin, is, I
+think, impossible. Who could have imagined that the subtlety, the
+refinement, almost the perversity of feeling expressed in it, should
+have been proper to a student of the twelfth century? The poem is
+spoiled toward its close by astrological and grammatical conceits; and
+the text is corrupt. That part I have omitted, together with some
+stanzas which offend a modern taste.
+
+
+
+
+PHYLLIS.
+
+No. 37.
+
+
+    Think no evil, have no fear,
+      If I play with Phyllis;
+    I am but the guardian dear
+      Of her girlhood's lilies,
+    Lest too soon her bloom should swoon
+      Like spring's daffodillies.
+
+    All I care for is to play,
+      Gaze upon my treasure,
+    Now and then to touch her hand,
+      Kiss in modest measure;
+    But the fifth act of love's game,
+      Dream not of that pleasure!
+
+    For to touch the bloom of youth
+      Spoils its frail complexion;
+    Let the young grape gently grow
+      Till it reach perfection;
+    Hope within my heart doth glow
+      Of the girl's affection.
+
+    Sweet above all sweets that are
+      'Tis to play with Phyllis;
+    For her thoughts are white as snow,
+      In her heart no ill is;
+    And the kisses that she gives
+      Sweeter are than lilies.
+
+    Love leads after him the gods
+      Bound in pliant traces;
+    Harsh and stubborn hearts he bends,
+      Breaks with blows of maces;
+    Nay, the unicorn is tamed
+      By a girl's embraces.
+
+    Love leads after him the gods,
+      Jupiter with Juno;
+    To his waxen measure treads
+      Masterful Neptune O!
+    Pluto stern to souls below
+      Melts to this one tune O!
+
+    Whatsoe'er the rest may do,
+      Let us then be playing:
+    Take the pastime that is due
+      While we're yet a-Maying;
+    I am young and young are you;
+      'Tis the time for playing.
+
+Up to this time, the happiness of love returned and satisfied has been
+portrayed. The following lyric exhibits a lover pining at a distance,
+soothing his soul with song, and indulging in visions of happiness
+beyond his grasp--[Greek: eidolois kalleus kopha chliainomenos], as
+Meleager phrased it on a similar occasion.
+
+
+
+
+LOVE LONGINGS.
+
+No. 38.
+
+
+    With song I seek my fate to cheer,
+    As doth the swan when death draws near;
+    Youth's roses from my cheeks retire,
+    My heart is worn with fond desire.
+      Since care and woe increase and grow, while
+          light burns low,
+              Poor wretch I die!
+      Heigho! I die, poor wretch I die!
+    Constrained to love, unloved; such luck have I!
+
+    If she could love me whom I love,
+    I would not then exchange with Jove:
+    Ah! might I clasp her once, and drain
+    Her lips as thirsty flowers drink rain!
+      With death to meet, his welcome greet, from
+          life retreat,
+              I were full fain!
+      Heigho! full fain, I were full fain,
+    Could I such joy, such wealth of pleasure gain!
+
+    When I bethought me of her breast,
+    Those hills of snow my fancy pressed;
+    Longing to touch them with my hand,
+    Love's laws I then did understand.
+      Rose of the south, blooms on her mouth; I felt
+          love's drouth
+              That mouth to kiss!
+      Heigho! to kiss, that mouth to kiss!
+    Lost in day-dreams and vain desires of bliss.
+
+The next is the indignant repudiation by a lover of the calumny that
+he has proved unfaithful to his mistress. The strongly marked double
+rhymes of the original add peculiar vehemence to his protestations;
+while the abundance of cheap mythological allusions is emphatically
+Goliardic.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOVER'S VOW.
+
+No. 39.
+
+
+    False the tongue and foul with slander,
+    Poisonous treacherous tongue of pander,
+    Tongue the hangman's knife should sever,
+    Tongue in flames to burn for ever;
+
+    Which hath called me a deceiver,
+    Faithless lover, quick to leave her,
+    Whom I love, and leave her slighted,
+    For another, unrequited!
+
+    Hear, ye Muses nine! nay, rather,
+    Jove, of gods and men the father!
+    Who for Danae and Europa
+    Changed thy shape, thou bold eloper!
+
+    Hear me, god! ye gods all, hear me!
+    Such a sin came never near me.
+    Hear, thou god! and gods all, hear ye!
+    Thus I sinned not, as I fear ye.
+
+    I by Mars vow, by Apollo,
+    Both of whom Love's learning follow;
+    Yea, by Cupid too, the terror
+    Of whose bow forbids all error!
+
+    By thy bow I vow and quiver,
+    By the shafts thou dost deliver,
+    Without fraud, in honour duly
+    To observe my troth-plight truly.
+
+    I will keep the troth I plighted,
+    And the reason shall be cited:
+    'Tis that 'mid the girls no maiden
+    Ever met I more love-laden.
+
+    'Mid the girls thou art beholden
+    Like a pearl in setting golden;
+    Yea, thy shoulder, neck, and bosom
+    Bear of beauty's self the blossom.
+
+    Oh, her throat, lips, forehead, nourish
+    Love, with food that makes him flourish!
+    And her curls, I did adore them--
+    They were blonde with heaven's light o'er them.
+
+    Therefore, till, for Nature's scorning,
+    Toil is rest and midnight morning,
+    Till no trees in woods are growing,
+    Till fire turns to water flowing;
+
+    Till seas have no ships to sail them,
+    Till the Parthians' arrows fail them,
+    I, my girl, will love thee ever,
+    Unbetrayed, betray thee never!
+
+In the following poem a lover bids adieu for ever to an unworthy
+woman, who has betrayed him. This is a remarkable specimen of the
+songs written for a complicated melody. The first eight lines seem set
+to one tune; in the next four that tune is slightly accelerated, and a
+double rhyme is substituted for a single one in the tenth and twelfth
+verses. The five concluding lines go to a different kind of melody,
+and express in each stanza a changed mood of feeling.
+
+I have tried in this instance to adopt the plaster-cast method of
+translation, as described above,[32] and have even endeavoured to
+obtain the dragging effect of the first eight lines of each strophe,
+which are composed neither of exact accentual dactyls nor yet of exact
+accentual anapaests, but offer a good example of that laxity of rhythm
+permitted in this prosody for music.
+
+Comparison with the original will show that I was not copying Byron's
+_When we Two Parted_; yet the resemblance between that song and the
+tone which my translation has naturally assumed from the Latin, is
+certainly noticeable. That Byron could have seen the piece before he
+wrote his own lines in question is almost impossible, for this portion
+of the _Carmina Burana_ had not, so far as I am aware, been edited
+before the year 1847. The coincidence of metrical form, so far as it
+extends, only establishes the spontaneity of emotion which, in the
+case of the medieval and the modern poet, found a similar rhythm for
+the utterance of similar feeling.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 32: Page 38.]
+
+
+
+
+FAREWELL TO THE FAITHLESS.
+
+No. 40.
+
+
+    A mortal anguish
+      How often woundeth me;
+    Grieving I languish,
+      Weighed down with misery;
+
+    Hearing the mournful
+      Tale of thy fault and fall
+    Blown by Fame's scornful
+      Trump to the ears of all!
+
+    Envious rumour
+      Late or soon will slay thee:
+    Love with less humour,
+      Lest thy love betray thee.
+
+    Whate'er thou dost, do secretly,
+    Far from Fame's curiosity;
+    Love in the dark delights to be,
+    His sports are wiles and witchery,
+      With laugh of lovers greeting.
+
+    Thou wert not slighted,
+      Stained in thine honour, when
+    We were united,
+      Lovers unknown to men;
+    But when thy passion
+      Grew like thy bosom cold,
+    None had compassion,
+      Then was thy story told.
+
+    Fame, who rejoiceth
+      New amours to utter,
+    Now thy shame voiceth,
+      Wide her pinions flutter.
+
+    The palace home of modesty
+    Is made a haunt for harlotry;
+    The virgin lily you may see
+    Defiled by fingers lewd and free,
+      With vile embraces meeting.
+
+    I mourn the tender
+      Flower of the youth of thee,
+    Brighter in splendour
+      Than evening's star can be.
+    Pure were thy kisses,
+      Dove-like thy smile;
+    As the snake hisses
+      Now is thy guile.
+
+    Lovers who pray thee
+      From thy door are scattered;
+    Lovers who pay thee
+      In thy bed are flattered.
+
+    Thou bidst them from thy presence flee
+    From whom thou canst not take thy fee;
+    Blind, halt, and lame thy suitors be;
+    Illustrious men with subtlety
+      And poisonous honey cheating.
+
+I may add that a long soliloquy printed in _Carmina Burana_, pp.
+119-121, should be compared with the foregoing lyric. It has a similar
+motive, though the lover in this case expresses his willingness for
+reconciliation. One part of its expostulation with the faithless
+woman is beautiful in its simplicity:--
+
+    "Amaveram prae caeteris
+    Te, sed amici veteris
+    Es jam oblita! Superis
+    Vel inferis
+    Ream te criminamur."
+
+I will close this section with the lament written for a medieval
+Gretchen whose fault has been discovered, and whose lover has been
+forced to leave the country. Its bare realism contrasts with the
+lyrical exuberance of the preceding specimens.
+
+
+
+
+GRETCHEN.
+
+No. 41.
+
+
+    Up to this time, well-away!
+    I concealed the truth from day,
+      Went on loving skilfully.
+    Now my fault at length is clear:
+    That the hour of need is near,
+      From my shape all eyes can see.
+    So my mother gives me blows,
+    So my father curses throws;
+      They both treat me savagely.
+    In the house alone I sit,
+    Dare not walk about the street,
+      Nor at play in public be.
+
+    If I walk about the street,
+    Every one I chance to meet
+      Scans me like a prodigy:
+    When they see the load I bear,
+    All the neighbours nudge and stare,
+      Gaping while I hasten by;
+    With their elbows nudge, and so
+    With their finger point, as though
+      I were some monstrosity;
+    Me with nods and winks they spurn,
+    Judge me fit in flames to burn
+      For one lapse from honesty.
+
+    Why this tedious tale prolong?
+    Short, I am become a song,
+      In all mouths a mockery.
+    By this am I done to death,
+    Sorrow kills me, chokes my breath,
+      Ever weep I bitterly.
+    One thing makes me still more grieve,
+    That my friend his home must leave
+      For the same cause instantly;
+    Therefore is my sadness so
+    Multiplied, weighed down with woe,
+      For he too will part from me.
+
+
+
+
+XVIII.
+
+
+A separate section should be assigned to poems of exile. They are not
+very numerous, but are interesting in connection with the wandering
+life of their vagrant authors. The first has all the dreamy pathos
+felt by a young German leaving his beloved home in some valley of the
+Suabian or Thuringian hills.
+
+
+
+
+ADIEU TO THE VALLEY.
+
+No. 42.
+
+
+    Oh, of love twin-brother anguish!
+    In thy pangs I faint and languish,
+      Cannot find relief from thee!
+    Nay, no marvel! I must grieve her,
+    Wander forth in exile, leave her,
+      Who hath gained the heart of me;
+    Who of loveliness so rare is
+    That for her sake Trojan Paris
+      Would have left his Helene.
+
+    Smile, thou valley, sweetest, fairest,
+    Wreathed with roses of the rarest,
+      Flower of all the vales that be!
+    Vale of vales, all vales excelling,
+    Sun and moon thy praise are telling,
+      With the song-birds' melody;
+    Nightingales thy praise are singing,
+    O thou soothing solace-bringing
+      To the soul's despondency!
+
+The second was probably intended to be sung at a drinking-party by a
+student taking leave of his companions. It is love that forces him to
+quit their society and to break with his studies. The long rhyming
+lines, followed by a sharp drop at the close of each stanza upon a
+short disjointed phrase, seem to indicate discouragement and
+melancholy.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOVER'S PARTING.
+
+No. 43.
+
+
+    Sweet native soil, farewell! dear country of my birth!
+    Fair chamber of the loves! glad home of joy and mirth!
+    To-morrow or to-day I leave you, o'er the earth
+    To wander struck with love, to pine with rage and dearth
+                                    In exile!
+
+    Farewell, sweet land, and ye, my comrades dear, adieu!
+    To whom with kindly heart I have been ever true;
+    The studies that we loved I may no more pursue;
+    Weep then for me, who part as though I died to you,
+                                    Love-laden!
+
+    As many as the flowers that Hybla's valley cover,
+    As many as the leaves that on Dodona hover,
+    As many as the fish that sail the wide seas over,
+    So many are the pangs that pain a faithful lover,
+                                    For ever!
+
+    With the new fire of love my wounded bosom burns;
+    Love knows not any ruth, all tender pity spurns;
+    How true the proverb speaks that saith to him that yearns,
+    "Where love is there is pain; thy pleasure love returns
+                                    With anguish!"
+
+    Ah, sorrow! ah, how sad the wages of our bliss!
+    In lovers' hearts the flame's too hot for happiness;
+    For Venus still doth send new sighs and new distress
+    When once the enamoured soul is taken with excess
+                                    Of sweetness!
+
+The third introduces us to a little episode of medieval private life
+which must have been frequent enough. It consists of a debate between
+a father and his son upon the question whether the young man should
+enter into a monastic brotherhood. The youth is lying on a sickbed,
+and thinks that he is already at the point of death. It will be
+noticed that he is only diverted from his project by the mention of a
+student friend (indicated, as usual, by an N), whom he would never be
+able to see again if he assumed the cowl. I suspect, however, that the
+poem has not been transmitted to us entire.
+
+
+
+
+IN ARTICULO MORTIS.
+
+No. 44.
+
+
+_Son_.
+    Oh, my father! help, I pray!
+    Death is near my soul to-day;
+    With your blessing let me be
+    Made a monk right speedily!
+
+    See the foe my life invade!
+    Haste, oh haste, to give me aid!
+    Bring me comfort and heart's ease,
+    Strengthen me in this disease!
+
+_Father_.
+    Oh, my best-beloved son,
+    What is this thou wouldst have done?
+    Weigh it well in heart and brain:
+    Do not leave me here in pain.
+
+_Son_.
+    Father, this thy loving care
+    Makes me weep full sore, I swear;
+    For you will be childless when
+    I have joined those holy men.
+
+_Father_.
+    Therefore make a little stay,
+    Put it off till the third day;
+    It may be your danger is
+    Not unto the death, I wis.
+
+_Son_.
+    Such the anguish that I feel
+    Through my inmost entrails steal,
+    That I bide in doubt lest death
+    Ere to-morrow end my breath.
+
+_Father_.
+    Those strict rules that monks observe,
+    Well I know them! They must serve
+    Heaven by fasting every day,
+    And by keeping watch alway.
+
+_Son_.
+    Who for God watch through the night
+    Shall receive a crown of light;
+    Who for heaven's sake hungers, he
+    Shall be fed abundantly.
+
+_Father_.
+    Hard and coarse the food they eat,
+    Beans and pottage-herbs their meat;
+    After such a banquet, think,
+    Water is their only drink!
+
+_Son_.
+    What's the good of feasts, or bright
+    Cups of Bacchus, when, in spite
+    Of all comforts, at the last
+    This poor flesh to worms is cast?
+
+_Father_.
+    Well, then, let thy parent's moan
+    Move thee in thy soul, my son!
+    Mourning for thee made a monk,
+    Dead-alive in darkness sunk.
+
+_Son_.
+    They who father, mother love,
+    And their God neglect, will prove
+    That they are in error found
+    When the judgment trump shall sound.
+
+_Father_.
+    Logic! would thou ne'er hadst been
+    Known on earth for mortal teen!
+    Many a clerk thou mak'st to roam
+    Wretched, exiled from his home.--
+
+    Never more thine eyes, my son,
+    Shall behold thy darling one,
+    Him, that little clerk so fair,
+    N., thy friend beyond compare!
+
+_Son_.
+    Oh, alas! unhappy me!
+    What to do I cannot see;
+    Wandering lost in exile so,
+    Without guide or light I go!--
+
+    Dry your tears, my father dear,
+    Haply there is better cheer;
+    Now my mind on change is set,
+    I'll not be a monk, not yet.
+
+
+
+
+XIX.
+
+
+The order adopted in this essay brings us now to drinking-songs. Next
+to spring and love, our students set their affections principally on
+the tavern and the winebowl. In the poems on the Order we have seen
+how large a space in their vagrant lives was occupied by the tavern
+and its jovial company of topers and gamesters. It was there that--
+
+    "Some are gaming, some are drinking,
+    Some are living without thinking;
+    And of those who make the racket,
+    Some are stripped of coat and jacket;
+    Some get clothes of finer feather,
+    Some are cleaned out altogether;
+    No one there dreads death's invasion,
+    But all drink in emulation."
+
+The song from which I have extracted this stanza contains a parody of
+S. Thomas Aquinas' hymn on the Eucharist.[33] To translate it seemed
+to me impossible; but I will cite the following stanza, which may be
+compared with stanzas ix. and x. of _Lauda Sion_:--
+
+    "Bibit hera, bibit herus,
+    Bibit miles, bibit clerus,
+    Bibit ille, bibit illa,
+    Bibit servus cum ancilla,
+    Bibit velox, bibit piger,
+    Bibit albus, bibit niger,
+    Bibit constans, bibit vagus,
+    Bibit rudis, bibit magus."
+
+Several of the best anacreontics of the period are even more
+distinctly parodies. The following panegyric of wine, for example, is
+modelled upon a hymn to the Virgin:--
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 33: _In Taberna, Carm. Bur_., p. 235.]
+
+
+
+
+A SEQUENCE IN PRAISE OF WINE.
+
+No. 45.
+
+
+    Wine the good and bland, thou blessing
+    Of the good, the bad's distressing,
+    Sweet of taste by all confessing,
+      Hail, thou world's felicity!
+    Hail thy hue, life's gloom dispelling;
+    Hail thy taste, all tastes excelling;
+    By thy power, in this thy dwelling
+      Deign to make us drunk with thee!
+
+    Oh, how blest for bounteous uses
+    Is the birth of pure vine-juices!
+    Safe's the table which produces
+      Wine in goodly quality.
+    Oh, in colour how auspicious!
+    Oh, in odour how delicious!
+    In the mouth how sweet, propitious
+      To the tongue enthralled by thee!
+
+    Blest the man who first thee planted,
+    Called thee by thy name enchanted!
+    He whose cups have ne'er been scanted
+      Dreads no danger that may be.
+    Blest the belly where thou bidest!
+    Blest the tongue where thou residest!
+    Blest the mouth through which thou glidest,
+      And the lips thrice blest by thee!
+
+    Therefore let wine's praise be sounded,
+    Healths to topers all propounded;
+    We shall never be confounded,
+      Toping for eternity!
+    Pray we: here be thou still flowing,
+    Plenty on our board bestowing,
+    While with jocund voice we're showing
+      How we serve thee--Jubilee!
+
+Another, regarding the date of which I have no information, is an
+imitation of a well-known _Christmas Carol_.
+
+
+
+
+A CAROL OF WINE.
+
+No. 46.
+
+
+    In dulci jubilo
+    Sing we, make merry so!
+      Since our heart's pleasure
+    Latet in poculo,
+      Drawn from the cask, good measure.
+    Pro hoc convivio,
+      Nunc, nunc bibito!
+
+    O crater parvule!
+    How my soul yearns for thee!
+      Make me now merry,
+    O potus optime,
+      Claret or hock or sherry!
+    Et vos concinite:
+      Vivant socii!
+
+    O vini caritas!
+    O Bacchi lenitas!
+      We've drained our purses
+    Per multa pocula:
+      Yet hope we for new mercies,
+    Nummoram gaudia:
+      Would that we had them, ah!
+
+    Ubi sunt gaudia? where,
+    If that they be not there?
+      There the lads are singing
+    Selecta cantica:
+      There are glasses ringing
+    In villae curia;
+      Oh, would that we were there!
+
+_In Dulci Jubilo_ yields an example of mixed Latin and German. This is
+the case too with a comparatively ancient drinking-song quoted by
+Geiger in his _Renaissance und Humanismus_, p. 414. It may be
+mentioned that the word _Bursae_, for _Burschen_, occurs in stanza v.
+This word, to indicate a student, can also be found in _Carm. Bur._,
+p. 236, where we are introduced to scholars drinking yellow Rhine wine
+out of glasses of a pale pink colour--already in the twelfth century!
+
+
+
+
+THE STUDENTS' WINE-BOUT.
+
+No. 47.
+
+
+    Ho, all ye jovial brotherhood,
+      Quos sitis vexat plurima,
+    I know a host whose wits are good,
+      Quod vina spectat optima.
+
+    His wine he blends not with the juice
+      E puteo qui sumitur;
+    Each kind its virtue doth produce
+      E botris ut exprimitur.
+
+    Host, bring us forth good wine and strong,
+      In cella quod est optimum!
+    We brethren will our sport prolong
+      Ad noctis usque terminum.
+
+    Whoso to snarl or bite is fain,
+      Ut canes decet rabidos,
+    Outside our circle may remain,
+      Ad porcos eat sordidos,
+
+    Hurrah! my lads, we'll merry make!
+      Levate sursum pocula!
+    God's blessing on all wine we take,
+      In sempiterna saecula!
+
+Two lyrics of distinguished excellence, which still hold their place
+in the _Commersbuch_, cannot claim certain antiquity in their present
+form. They are not included in the _Carmina Burana_; yet their style
+is so characteristic of the Archipoeta, that I believe we may credit
+him with at least a share in their composition. The first starts with
+an allusion to the Horatian _tempus edax rerum_.
+
+
+
+
+TIME'S A-FLYING.
+
+No. 48.
+
+
+    Laurel-crowned Horatius,
+      True, how true thy saying!
+    Swift as wind flies over us
+      Time, devouring, slaying.
+    Where are, oh! those goblets full
+      Of wine honey-laden,
+    Strifes and loves and bountiful
+      Lips of ruddy maiden?
+
+    Grows the young grape tenderly,
+      And the maid is growing;
+    But the thirsty poet, see,
+      Years on him are snowing!
+    What's the use on hoary curls
+      Of the bays undying.
+    If we may not kiss the girls,
+      Drink while time's a-flying?
+
+The second consists of a truly brilliant development of the theme
+which our Herrick condensed into one splendid phrase--"There's no lust
+like to poetry!"
+
+
+
+
+THERE'S NO LUST LIKE TO POETRY.
+
+No. 49.
+
+
+    Sweet in goodly fellowship
+      Tastes red wine and rare O!
+    But to kiss a girl's ripe lip
+      Is a gift more fair O!
+    Yet a gift more sweet, more fine,
+      Is the lyre of Maro!
+    While these three good gifts were mine,
+      I'd not change with Pharaoh.
+
+    Bacchus wakes within my breast
+      Love and love's desire,
+    Venus comes and stirs the blessed
+      Rage of Phoebus' fire;
+    Deathless honour is our due
+      From the laurelled sire:
+    Woe should I turn traitor to
+      Wine and love and lyre!
+
+    Should a tyrant rise and say,
+      "Give up wine!" I'd do it;
+    "Love no girls!" I would obey,
+      Though my heart should rue it.
+    "Dash thy lyre!" suppose he saith,
+      Naught should bring me to it;
+    "Yield thy lyre or die!" my breath,
+      Dying, should thrill through it!
+
+A lyric of the elder period in praise of wine and love, which forcibly
+illustrates the contempt felt by the student class for the unlettered
+laity and boors, shall be inserted here. It seems to demand a tune.
+
+
+
+
+WINE AND VENUS.
+
+No. 50.
+
+
+          Ho, comrades mine!
+            What is your pleasure?
+          What business fine
+            Or mirthful measure?
+    Lo, Venus toward our crew advancing,
+    A choir of Dryads round her dancing!
+
+          Good fellows you!
+            The time is jolly!
+          Earth springs anew,
+            Bans melancholy;
+    Bid long farewell to winter weather!
+    Let lads and maids be blithe together.
+
+          Dame Venus spurns
+            Her brother Ocean;
+          To Bacchus turns;
+            No colder potion
+    Deserves her godhead's approbation;
+    On sober souls she pours damnation.
+
+          Let then this band,
+            Imbued with learning,
+          By Venus stand,
+            Her wages earning!
+    Laymen we spurn from our alliance,
+    Like brutes to art deaf, dumb to science.
+
+          Two gods alone
+            We serve and mate with;
+          One law we own,
+            Nor hold debate with:
+    Who lives the goodly student fashion
+    Must love and win love back with passion!
+
+Among drinking-songs of the best period in this literature may be
+reckoned two disputations between water and wine. In the one, Thetis
+defends herself against Lyaeus, and the poet assists in vision at
+their contest. The scene is appropriately laid in the third sphere,
+the pleasant heaven of Venus. The other, which on the whole appears to
+me preferable, and which I have therefore chosen for translation,
+begins and ends with the sound axiom that water and wine ought never
+to be mixed. It is manifest that the poet reserves the honour of the
+day for wine, though his arguments are fair to both sides. The final
+point, which breaks the case of water down and determines her utter
+confusion, is curious, since it shows that people in the Middle Ages
+were fully alive to the perils of sewage-contaminated wells.
+
+
+
+
+THE CONTEST OF WINE AND WATER.
+
+No. 51.
+
+
+    Laying truth bare, stripped of fable,
+    Briefly as I may be able,
+      With good reasons manifold,
+    I will tell why man should never
+    Copulate, but rather sever,
+      Things that strife and hatred hold.
+
+    When one cup in fell confusion
+    Wine with water blends, the fusion,
+      Call it by what name you will,
+    Is no blessing, nor deserveth
+    Any praise, but rather serveth
+      For the emblem of all ill.
+
+    Wine perceives the water present,
+    And with pain exclaims, "What peasant
+      Dared to mingle thee with me?
+    Rise, go forth, get out, and leave me!
+    In the same place, here to grieve me,
+      Thou hast no just claim to be.
+
+    "Vile and shameless in thy going,
+    Into cracks thou still art flowing,
+      That in foul holes thou mayst lie;
+    O'er the earth thou ought'st to wander,
+    On the earth thy liquor squander,
+      And at length in anguish die.
+
+    "How canst thou adorn a table?
+    No one sings or tells a fable
+      In thy presence dull and drear;
+    But the guest who erst was jolly,
+    Laughing, joking, bent on folly,
+      Silent sits when thou art near.
+
+    "Should one drink of thee to fulness,
+    Sound before, he takes an illness;
+      All his bowels thou dost stir;
+    Booms the belly, wind ariseth,
+    Which, enclosed and pent, surpriseth
+      With a thousand sighs the ear.
+
+    "When the stomach's so inflated,
+    Blasts are then ejaculated
+      From both draughts with divers sound;
+    And that organ thus affected,
+    All the air is soon infected
+      By the poison breathed around."
+
+    Water thus wine's home-thrust warded:
+    "All thy life is foul and sordid,
+      Sunk in misery, steeped in vice;
+    Those who drink thee lose their morals,
+    Waste their time in sloth and quarrels,
+      Rolling down sin's precipice.
+
+    "Thou dost teach man's tongue to stutter;
+    He goes reeling in the gutter
+      Who hath deigned to kiss thy lips;
+    Hears men speak without discerning,
+    Sees a hundred tapers burning
+      When there are but two poor dips.
+
+    "He who feels for thee soul's hunger
+    Is a murderer or whoremonger,
+      Davus Geta Birria;
+    Such are they whom thou dost nourish;
+    With thy fame and name they flourish
+      In the tavern's disarray.
+
+    "Thou by reason of thy badness
+    Art confined in prison sadness,
+      Cramped and small thy dwellings are:
+    I am great the whole world over,
+    Spread myself abroad and cover
+      Every part of earth afar.
+
+    "Drink I yield to palates burning;
+    They who for soul's health are yearning,
+      Need the aid that I have given;
+    Since all pilgrims, at their praying,
+    Far or near, I am conveying
+      To the palaces of heaven."
+
+    Wine replied: "What thou hast vaunted
+    Proves thee full of fraud; for granted
+      That thou earnest ships o'er sea,
+    Yet thou then dost swell and riot;
+    Till they wreck thou hast no quiet;
+      Thus they are deceived through thee.
+
+    "He whose strength is insufficient
+    Thee to slake with heat efficient,
+      Sunk in mortal peril lies:
+    Trusting thee the poor wretch waneth,
+    And through thee at length attaineth
+      To the joys of Paradise.
+
+    "I'm a god, as that true poet
+    Naso testifies; men owe it
+      Unto me that they are sage;
+    When they do not drink, professors
+    Lose their wits and lack assessors
+      Round about the lecture-stage.
+
+    "'Tis impossible to sever
+    Truth from falsehood if you never
+      Learn to drink my juices neat.
+    Thanks to me, dumb speak, deaf listen,
+    Blind folk see, the senses glisten,
+      And the lame man finds his feet.
+
+    "Eld through me to youth returneth,
+    While thine influence o'erturneth
+      All a young man's lustihead;
+    By my force the world is laden
+    With new births, but boy or maiden
+      Through thy help was never bred."
+
+    Water saith: "A god thou! Just men
+    By thy craft become unjust men,
+      Bad, worse, worst, degenerous!
+    Thanks to thee, their words half uttered
+    Through the drunken lips are stuttered,
+      And thy sage is Didymus.
+
+    "I will speak the truth out wholly:
+    Earth bears fruit by my gift solely,
+      And the meadows bloom in May;
+    When it rains not, herbs and grasses
+    Dry with drought, spring's beauty passes,
+      Flowers and lilies fade away.
+
+    "Lo, thy crooked mother pining,
+    On her boughs the grapes declining,
+      Barren through the dearth of rain;
+    Mark her tendrils lean and sterile
+    O'er the parched earth at their peril
+      Bent in unavailing pain!
+
+    "Famine through all lands prevaileth,
+    Terror-struck the people waileth,
+      When I choose to keep away;
+    Christians kneel to Christ to gain me,
+    Jews and Pagans to obtain me
+      Ceaseless vows and offerings pay."
+
+    Wine saith: "To the deaf thou'rt singing,
+    Those vain self-laudations flinging!
+      Otherwhere thou hast been shown!
+    Patent 'tis to all the races
+    How impure and foul thy place is;
+      We believe what we have known!
+
+    "Thou of things the scum and rotten
+    Sewer, where ordures best forgotten
+      And unmentioned still descend!
+    Filth and garbage, stench and poison.
+    Thou dost bear in fetid foison!
+      Here I stop lest words offend."
+
+    Water rose, the foe invaded,
+    In her own defence upbraided
+      Wine for his invective base:
+    "Now at last we've drawn the curtain!
+    Who, what god thou art is certain
+      From thy oracle's disgrace.
+
+    "This thine impudent oration
+    Hurts not me; 'tis desecration
+      To a god, and fouls his tongue!
+    At the utmost at nine paces
+    Can I suffer filthy places,
+      Fling far from me dirt and dung!"
+
+    Wine saith: "This repudiation
+    Of my well-weighed imputation
+      Doth not clear thyself of crime!
+    Many a man and oft who swallowed
+    Thine infected potion, followed
+      After death in one day's time."
+
+    Hearing this, in stupefaction
+    Water stood; no words, no action,
+      Now restrained her sobs of woe.
+    Wine exclaims, "Why art thou dumb then?
+    Without answer? Is it come then
+      To thy complete overthrow?"
+
+    I who heard the whole contention
+    Now declare my song's intention,
+      And to all the world proclaim:
+    They who mix these things shall ever
+    Henceforth be accursed, and never
+      In Christ's kingdom portion claim.
+
+The same precept, "Keep wine and water apart," is conveyed at the
+close of a lyric distinguished in other respects for the brutal
+passion of its drunken fervour. I have not succeeded in catching the
+rollicking swing of the original verse; and I may observe that the
+last two stanzas seem to form a separate song, although their metre is
+the same as that of the first four.
+
+
+
+
+BACCHIC FRENZY.
+
+No. 52.
+
+
+    Topers in and out of season!
+    'Tis not thirst but better reason
+      Bids you tope on steadily!--
+      Pass the wine-cup, let it be
+      Filled and filled for bout on bout
+                Never sleep!
+      Racy jest and song flash out!
+                Spirits leap!
+
+    Those who cannot drink their rations,
+    Go, begone from these ovations!
+      Here's no place for bashful boys;
+      Like the plague, they spoil our joys.--
+      Bashful eyes bring rustic cheer
+                When we're drunk,
+      And a blush betrays a drear
+                Want of spunk.
+
+    If there's here a fellow lurking
+    Who his proper share is shirking,
+      Let the door to him be shown,
+      From our crew we'll have him thrown;--
+      He's more desolate than death,
+                Mixed with us;
+      Let him go and end his breath!
+                Better thus!
+
+    When your heart is set on drinking,
+    Drink on without stay or thinking,
+      Till you cannot stand up straight,
+      Nor one word articulate!--
+      But herewith I pledge to you
+                This fair health:
+      May the glass no mischief do,
+                Bring you wealth!
+
+    Wed not you the god and goddess,
+    For the god doth scorn the goddess;
+      He whose name is Liber, he
+      Glories in his liberty.
+      All her virtue in the cup
+                Runs to waste,
+      And wine wedded yieldeth up
+                Strength and taste.
+
+    Since she is the queen of ocean,
+    Goddess she may claim devotion;
+      But she is no mate to kiss
+      His superior holiness.
+      Bacchus never deigned to be
+                Watered, he!
+      Liber never bore to be
+                Christened, he!
+
+
+
+
+XX.
+
+
+Closely allied to drinking-songs are some comic ditties which may have
+been sung at wine-parties. Of these I have thought it worth while to
+present a few specimens, though their medieval bluntness of humour
+does not render them particularly entertaining to a modern reader.
+
+The first I have chosen is _The Lament of the Roast Swan_. It must be
+remembered that this bird was esteemed a delicacy in the Middle Ages,
+and also that pepper was highly prized for its rarity. This gives a
+certain point to the allusion in the third stanza.
+
+
+
+
+THE LAMENT OF THE ROAST SWAN.
+
+No. 53.
+
+
+    Time was my wings were my delight,
+    Time was I made a lovely sight;
+    'Twas when I was a swan snow-white.
+            Woe's me! I vow,
+            Black am I now,
+            Burned up, back, beak, and brow!
+
+    The baster turns me on the spit,
+    The fire I've felt the force of it,
+    The carver carves me bit by bit.
+    I'd rather in the water float
+    Under the bare heavens like a boat,
+    Than have this pepper down my throat.
+
+    Whiter I was than wool or snow,
+    Fairer than any bird I know;
+    Now am I blacker than a crow.
+
+    Now in the gravy-dish I lie,
+    I cannot swim, I cannot fly,
+    Nothing but gnashing teeth I spy.
+                  Woe's me! I vow, &c.
+
+The next is _The Last Will of the Dying Ass_. There is not much to be
+said for the wit of this piece.
+
+
+
+
+THE WILL OF THE DYING ASS.
+
+No. 54.
+
+
+    While a boor, as poets tell,
+    Whacked his patient ass too well,
+    On the ground half dead it fell.
+                La sol fa,
+    On the ground half dead it fell,
+            La sol fa mi re ut.
+
+    Then with gesture sad and low,
+    Streaming eyes and words of woe,
+    He at length addressed it so:
+    "Had I known, my gentle ass,
+    Thou from me so soon wouldst pass,
+    I'd have swaddled thee, alas!
+
+    "Made for thee a tunic meet,
+    Shirt and undershirt complete,
+    Breeches, drawers of linen sweet.
+
+    "Rise awhile, for pity's sake,
+    That ere life your limbs forsake
+    You your legacies may make!"
+
+    Soon the ass stood up, and thus,
+    With a weak voice dolorous,
+    His last will proclaimed for us:
+
+    "To the magistrates my head,
+    Eyes to constables," he said,
+    "Ears to judges, when I'm dead;
+
+    "To old men my teeth shall fall,
+    Lips to wanton wooers all,
+    And my tongue to wives that brawl.
+
+    "Let my feet the bailiffs win,
+    Nostrils the tobacco-men,
+    And fat canons take my skin.
+
+    "Voice to singing boys I give,
+    Throat to topers, may they live!
+    **** to students amative.
+
+    "*** on shepherds I bestow,
+    Thistles on divines, and lo!
+    To the law my shade shall go.
+
+    "Elders have my tardy pace,
+    Boys my rude and rustic grace,
+    Monks my simple open face."
+
+    He who saith this testament
+    Will not hold, let him be shent;
+    He's an ass by all consent.
+                La sol fa,
+    He's an ass by all consent,
+            La sol fa mi re ut.
+
+As a third specimen I select a little bit of mixed prose and verse
+from the _Carmina Burana_, which is curious from its allusion to the
+Land of Cockaigne. Goliardic literature, it may be parenthetically
+observed, has some strong pieces of prose comedy and satire. Of these,
+the _Mass of Topers_ and _Mass of Gamesters_, the _Gospel according to
+Marks_, and the description of a fat monk's daily life deserve
+quotation.[34] They are for the most part, however, too profane to
+bear translation.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 34: Wright's _Rel. Ant._, ii.; _Carm. Bur._, pp. 248 and
+22; Wright's _Mapes_, p. xl.]
+
+
+
+
+THE ABBOT OF COCKAIGNE.
+
+No. 55.
+
+
+    I am the Abbot of Cockaigne,
+    And this is my counsel with topers;
+    And in the sect of Decius (gamesters) this is my will;
+    And whoso shall seek me in taverns before noon;
+    After evensong shall he go forth naked,
+    And thus, stripped of raiment, shall lament him:
+                    Wafna! wafna!
+          O Fate most foul, what hast thou done?
+          The joys of man beneath the sun
+          Thou hast stolen, every one!
+
+
+
+
+XXI.
+
+
+The transition from these trivial and slightly interesting comic songs
+to poems of a serious import, which played so important a part in
+Goliardic literature, must of necessity be abrupt. It forms no part of
+my present purpose to exhibit the Wandering Students in their capacity
+as satirists. That belongs more properly to a study of the earlier
+Reformation than to such an inquiry as I have undertaken in this
+treatise. Satires, especially medieval satires, are apt, besides, to
+lose their force and value in translation. I have therefore confined
+myself to five specimens, more or less closely connected with the
+subjects handled in this study.
+
+The first has the interest of containing some ideas which Villon
+preserved in his ballad of the men of old time.
+
+
+
+
+DEATH TAKES ALL.
+
+No. 56.
+
+
+    Hear, O thou earth, hear, thou encircling sea,
+    Yea, all that live beneath the sun, hear ye
+    How of this world the bravery and the glory
+    Are but vain forms and shadows transitory,
+    Even as all things 'neath Time's empire show
+    By their short durance and swift overthrow!
+      Nothing avails the dignity of kings,
+    Naught, naught avail the strength and stuff of things;
+    The wisdom of the arts no succour brings;
+    Genus and species help not at death's hour,
+    No man was saved by gold in that dread stour;
+    The substance of things fadeth as a flower,
+    As ice 'neath sunshine melts into a shower.
+      Where is Plato, where is Porphyrius?
+    Where is Tullius, where is Virgilius?
+    Where is Thales, where is Empedocles,
+    Or illustrious Aristoteles?
+    Where's Alexander, peerless of might?
+    Where is Hector, Troy's stoutest knight?
+    Where is King David, learning's light?
+    Solomon where, that wisest wight?
+    Where is Helen, and Paris rose-bright?
+      They have fallen to the bottom, as a stone rolls:
+    Who knows if rest be granted to their souls?
+      But Thou, O God, of faithful men the Lord,
+    To us Thy favour evermore afford
+    When on the wicked judgment shall be poured!
+
+The second marks the passage from those feelings of youth and
+spring-time which have been copiously illustrated in Sections
+xiv.-xvii., to emotions befitting later manhood and life's autumn.
+
+
+
+
+AUTUMN YEARS.
+
+No. 57.
+
+
+    While life's April blossom blew,
+    What I willed I then might do,
+    Lust and law seemed comrades true.
+            As I listed, unresisted,
+    Hither, thither, could I play,
+    And my wanton flesh obey.
+
+    When life's autumn days decline,
+    Thus to live, a libertine,
+    Fancy-free as thoughts incline,
+            Manhood's older age and colder
+    Now forbids; removes, destroys
+    All those ways of wonted joys.
+
+    Age with admonition wise
+    Thus doth counsel and advise,
+    While her voice within me cries:
+            "For repenting and relenting
+    There is room; forgiveness falls
+    On all contrite prodigals!"
+
+    I will seek a better mind;
+    Change, correct, and leave behind
+    What I did with purpose blind:
+            From vice sever, with endeavour
+    Yield my soul to serious things,
+    Seek the joy that virtue brings.
+
+The third would find a more appropriate place in a hymn-book than in a
+collection of _Carmina Vagorum_. It is, however, written in a lyrical
+style so closely allied to the secular songs of the _Carmina Burana_
+(where it occurs) that I have thought it well to quote its grimly
+medieval condemnation of human life.
+
+
+
+
+VANITAS VANITATUM.
+
+No. 58.
+
+
+    This vile world
+    In madness hurled
+          Offers but false shadows;
+    Joys that wane
+    And waste like vain
+          Lilies of the meadows.
+
+    Worldly wealth,
+    Youth, strength, and health,
+          Cramp the soul's endeavour;
+    Drive it down
+    In hell to drown,
+          Hell that burns for ever.
+
+    What we see,
+    And what let be,
+          While on earth we tarry,
+    We shall cast
+    Like leaves at last
+          Which the sere oaks carry.
+
+    Carnal life,
+    Man's law of strife,
+          Hath but brief existence;
+    Passes, fades,
+    Like wavering shades
+          Without real subsistence.
+
+    Therefore bind,
+    Tread down and grind
+          Fleshly lusts that blight us;
+    So heaven's bliss
+    'Mid saints that kiss
+          Shall for aye delight us.
+
+The fourth, in like manner, would have but little to do with a
+Commersbuch, were it not for the fact that the most widely famous
+modern student-song of Germany has borrowed two passages from its
+serious and tragic rhythm. Close inspection of _Gaudeamus Igitur_
+shows that the metrical structure of that song is based on the
+principle of quoting one of its long lines and rhyming to it.
+
+
+
+
+ON CONTEMPT FOR THE WORLD.
+
+No. 59.
+
+
+    "De contemptu mundi:" this is the theme I've taken:
+    Time it is from sleep to rise, from death's torpor waken:
+    Gather virtue's grain and leave tares of sin forsaken.
+      Rise up, rise, be vigilant; trim your lamp, be ready.
+
+    Brief is life, and brevity briefly shall be ended:
+    Death comes quick, fears no man, none hath his dart suspended:
+    Death kills all, to no man's prayer hath he condescended.
+      Rise up, rise, be vigilant; trim your lamp, be ready.
+
+    Where are they who in this world, ere we kept, were keeping?
+    Come unto the churchyard, thou! see where they are sleeping!
+    Dust and ashes are they, worms in their flesh are creeping.
+      Rise up, rise, be vigilant; trim your lamp, be ready.
+
+    Into life each man is born with great teen and trouble:
+    All through life he drags along; toil on toil is double:
+    When life's done, the pangs of death take him, break the bubble.
+      Rise up, rise, be vigilant; trim your lamp, be ready.
+
+    If from sin thou hast been turned, born a new man wholly,
+    Changed thy life to better things, childlike, simple, holy;
+    Thus into God's realm shalt thou enter with the lowly.
+      Rise up, rise, be vigilant; trim your lamp, be ready.
+
+Having alluded to _Gaudeamus Igitur_, I shall close my translations
+with a version of it into English. The dependence of this lyric upon
+the rhythm and substance of the poem on _Contempt for the World_,
+which I have already indicated, is perhaps the reason why it is sung
+by German students after the funeral of a comrade. The Office for the
+Dead sounding in their ears, occasions the startling _igitur_ with
+which it opens; and their mind reverts to solemn phrases in the midst
+of masculine determination to enjoy the present while it is yet
+theirs.
+
+
+
+
+GAUDEAMUS IGITUR.
+
+No. 60.
+
+
+    Let us live then and be glad
+      While young life's before us!
+          After youthful pastime had,
+          After old age hard and sad,
+      Earth will slumber o'er us.
+
+    Where are they who in this world,
+      Ere we kept, were keeping?
+          Go ye to the gods above;
+          Go to hell; inquire thereof:
+      They are not; they're sleeping.
+
+    Brief is life, and brevity
+      Briefly shall be ended:
+          Death comes like a whirlwind strong,
+          Bears us with his blast along;
+      None shall be defended.
+
+    Live this university,
+      Men that learning nourish;
+          Live each member of the same,
+          Long live all that bear its name;
+      Let them ever flourish!
+
+    Live the commonwealth also,
+      And the men that guide it!
+          Live our town in strength and health,
+          Founders, patrons, by whose wealth
+      We are here provided!
+
+    Live all girls! A health to you,
+      Melting maids and beauteous!
+          Live the wives and women too,
+          Gentle, loving, tender, true,
+      Good, industrious, duteous!
+
+    Perish cares that pule and pine!
+      Perish envious blamers!
+          Die the Devil, thine and mine!
+          Die the starch-necked Philistine!
+      Scoffers and defamers!
+
+
+
+
+XXII.
+
+
+I have now fulfilled the purpose which I had in view when I began this
+study of the _Carmina Vagorum_, and have reproduced in English verse
+what seemed to me the most characteristic specimens of that
+literature, in so far as it may be considered precursory of the
+Renaissance.
+
+In spite of novelty, in spite of historical interest, in spite of a
+certain literary charm, it is not an edifying product of medieval art
+with which I have been dealing. When I look back upon my own work, and
+formulate the impression left upon my mind by familiarity with the
+songs I have translated, the doubt occurs whether some apology be not
+required for having dragged these forth from antiquarian obscurity.
+
+The truth is that there is very little that is elevated in the lyrics
+of the Goliardi. They are almost wholly destitute of domestic piety,
+of patriotism, of virtuous impulse, of heroic resolve. The greatness
+of an epoch which throbbed with the enthusiasms of the Crusades, which
+gave birth to a Francis and a Dominic, which witnessed the manly
+resistance offered by the Lombard burghs to the Teutonic Emperor, the
+formation of Northern France into a solid monarchy, and the victorious
+struggle of the Papacy against the Empire, finds but rare expression
+in this poetry. From the _Carmina Burana_ we cull one chant indeed on
+Saladin, one spirited lament for Richard Coeur de Lion; but their
+general tone is egotistic.
+
+Even the satires, so remarkable for boldness, are directed against
+those ecclesiastical abuses which touched the interests of the clerkly
+classes--against simony, avarice, venality in the Roman Curia, against
+the ambition of prelates and the effort to make princely benefices
+hereditary, rather than against the real sins of the Church--her
+wilful solidification of popular superstitions for the purposes of
+self-aggrandisement, her cruel persecution of free thought, and her
+deflection from the spirit of her Founder.
+
+With regard to women, abundant examples have been adduced to
+illustrate the sensual and unromantic spirit of these lettered lovers.
+A note of undisguised materialism sounds throughout the large majority
+of their erotic songs. Tenderness of feeling is rarely present. The
+passion is one-sided, recognised as ephemeral, without a vista on the
+sanctities of life in common with the beloved object. Notable
+exceptions to the general rule are the lyrics I have printed above on
+pp. 75-78. But it would have been easier to confirm the impression of
+licentiousness than to multiply specimens of delicate sentiment, had I
+chosen to ransack the whole stores of the _Carmina Burana_.
+
+It is not necessary to censure their lack of so-called chivalrous
+woman-worship. That artificial mood of emotion, though glorified by
+the literary art of greatest poets, has something pitiably unreal,
+incurably morbid, in its mysticism. But, putting this aside, we are
+still bound to notice the absence of that far more human self-devotion
+of man to woman which forms a conspicuous element in the Arthurian
+romances. The love of Tristram for Iseult, of Lancelot for Guinevere,
+of Beaumains for his lady, is alien to the Goliardic conception of
+intersexual relations. Nowhere do we find a trace of Arthur's vow
+imposed upon his knights: "never to do outrage,... and alway to do
+ladies, damosels, and gentlewomen succour upon pain of death." This
+manly respect for women, which was, if not precisely the purest, yet
+certainly the most fruitful social impulse of the Middle Ages,
+receives no expression in the _Carmina Vagorum_.
+
+The reason is not far to seek. The Clerici were a class debarred from
+domesticity, devoted in theory to celibacy, in practice incapable of
+marriage. They were not so much unsocial or anti-social as
+extra-social; and while they gave a loose rein to their appetites,
+they respected none of those ties, anticipated none of those home
+pleasures, which consecrate the animal desires in everyday existence
+as we know it. One of their most popular poems is a brutal monastic
+diatribe on matrimony, fouler in its stupid abuse of women, more
+unmanly in its sordid imputations, than any satire which emanated from
+the corruption of Imperial Rome.[35] The cynicism of this exhortation
+against marriage forms a proper supplement to the other kind of
+cynicism which emerges in the lyrics of triumphant seducers and light
+lovers.
+
+But why then have I taken the trouble to translate these songs, and
+to present them in such profusion to a modern audience? It is because,
+after making all allowances for their want of great or noble feeling,
+due to the peculiar medium from which they sprang, they are in many
+ways realistically beautiful and in a strict sense true to vulgar
+human nature. They are the spontaneous expression of careless, wanton,
+unreflective youth. And all this they were, too, in an age which we
+are apt to regard as incapable of these very qualities.
+
+The defects I have been at pains to indicate render the Goliardic
+poems remarkable as documents for the right understanding of the
+brilliant Renaissance epoch which was destined to close the Middle
+Ages. To the best of them we may with certainty assign the
+seventy-five years between 1150 and 1225. In that period, so fruitful
+of great efforts and of great results in the fields of politics and
+thought and literature, efforts and results foredoomed to partial
+frustration and to perverse misapplication--in that potent space of
+time, so varied in its intellectual and social manifestations, so
+pregnant with good and evil, so rapid in mutations, so indeterminate
+between advance and retrogression--this Goliardic poetry stands
+alone. It occupies a position of unique and isolated, if limited,
+interest; because it was no outcome of feudalism or ecclesiasticism;
+because it has no tincture of chivalrous or mystic piety; because it
+implies no metaphysical determination; because it is pagan in the
+sense of being natural; because it is devoid of allegory, and,
+finally, because it is emphatically humanistic.
+
+In these respects it detaches itself from the artistic and literary
+phenomena of the century which gave it birth. In these respects it
+anticipates the real eventual Renaissance.
+
+There are, indeed, points of contact between the Students' Songs and
+other products of the Middle Ages. Scholastic quibblings upon words;
+reiterated commonplaces about spring; the brutal contempt for
+villeins; the frequent employment of hymn-rhythms and preoccupation
+with liturgical phrases--these show that the Wandering Scholars were
+creatures of their age. But the qualities which this lyrical
+literature shares with that of the court, the temple, or the schools
+are mainly superficial; whereas the vital inspiration, the specific
+flavour, which render it noteworthy, are distinct and self-evolved. It
+is a premature, an unconscious effort made by a limited class to
+achieve _per saltum_ what was slowly and laboriously wrought out by
+whole nations in the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries. Too
+precocious, too complete within too narrow limits, it was doomed to
+sterility. Not the least singular fact about it is that though the
+_Carmina Vagorum_ continued to be appreciated, they were neither
+imitated nor developed to any definite extent after the period which I
+have indicated. They fell still-born upon the unreceptive soil of
+European culture at that epoch. Yet they foreshadowed the mental and
+moral attitude which Europe was destined to assume when Italy through
+humanism gave its tone to the Renaissance.
+
+The Renaissance, in Italy as elsewhere, had far more serious aims and
+enthusiasms in the direction of science, refined self-culture,
+discoveries, analysis of man and nature, than have always been
+ascribed to it. The men of that epoch did more hard work for the
+world, conferred more sterling benefits on their posterity, than those
+who study it chiefly from the point of view of art are ready to admit.
+But the mental atmosphere in which those heroes lived and wrought was
+one of carelessness with regard to moral duties and religious
+aspirations, of exuberant delight in pleasure as an object of
+existence. The glorification of the body and the senses, the
+repudiation of an ascetic tyranny which had long in theory imposed
+impossible abstentions on the carnal man, was a marked feature in
+their conception of the world; and connected with this was a return in
+no merely superficial spirit to the antique paganism of Greece and
+Rome.
+
+These characteristics of the Renaissance we find already outlined with
+surprising definiteness, and at the same time with an almost childlike
+naivete, a careless, mirth-provoking nonchalance, in the _Carmina
+Vagorum_. They remind us of the Italian lyrics which Lorenzo de'
+Medici and Poliziano wrote for the Florentine populace; and though in
+form and artistic intention they differ from the Latin verse of that
+period, their view of life is not dissimilar to that of a Pontano or a
+Beccadelli.
+
+Some folk may regard the things I have presented to their view as ugly
+or insignificant, because they lack the higher qualities of sentiment;
+others may over-value them for precisely the same reason. They seem to
+me noteworthy as the first unmistakable sign of a change in modern
+Europe which was inevitable and predestined, as the first literary
+effort to restore the moral attitude of antiquity which had been
+displaced by medieval Christianity. I also feel the special relation
+which they bear to English poetry of the Etizabethan age--a relation
+that has facilitated their conversion into our language.
+
+That Wandering Students of the twelfth century should have transcended
+the limitations of their age; that they should have absorbed so many
+elements of life into their scheme of natural enjoyment as the artists
+and scholars of the fifteenth; that they should have theorised their
+appetites and impulses with Valla, have produced masterpieces of
+poetry to rival Ariosto's, or criticisms of society in the style of
+Rabelais, was not to be expected. What their lyrics prove by
+anticipation is the sincerity of the so-called paganism of the
+Renaissance. When we read them, we perceive that that quality was
+substantially independent of the classical revival; though the
+influences of antique literature were eagerly seized upon as useful
+means for strengthening and giving tone to an already potent revolt of
+nature against hypocritical and palsy-stricken forms of spiritual
+despotism.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 35: _Golias de Conjuge non ducenda_, Wright's _Mapes_, p.
+77.]
+
+
+
+
+APPENDIX.
+
+NOTE ON THE "ORDO VAGORUM" AND THE "ARCHIPOETA."
+
+_See Section vii. pp. 16-23, above._
+
+
+It seems desirable that I should enlarge upon some topics which I
+treated somewhat summarily in Section vii. I assumed that the
+Wandering Scholars regarded themselves as a kind of Guild or Order;
+and for this assumption the Songs Nos. 1, 2, 3, translated in Section
+xiii. are a sufficient warrant. Yet the case might be considerably
+strengthened. In the _Sequentia falsi evangelii secundum marcam
+argenti_[36] we read of the _Gens Lusorum_ or Tribe of Gamesters,
+which corresponds to the _Secta Decii_,[37] the _Ordo Vagorum_, and
+the _Familia Goliae_. Again, in Wright's _Walter Mapes_[38] there is
+an epistle written from England by one Richardus Goliardus to _Omnibus
+in Gallia Goliae discipulis_, introducing a friend, asking for
+information _ordo vester qualis est_, and giving for the reason of
+this request _ne magis in ordine indiscrete vivam_. He addresses his
+French comrades as _pueri Goliae_, and winds up with good wishes for
+the _socios sanctae confratriae_. Proofs might be multiplied that the
+Wandering Students in Germany also regarded themselves as a
+confraternity, with special rules and ordinances. Of this, the curious
+parody of an episcopal letter, issued in 1209 by _Surianus, Praesul et
+Archiprimas_, to the _vagi clerici_ of Austria, Styria, Bavaria, and
+Moravia is a notable example.[39]
+
+I have treated Golias as the eponymous hero of this tribe, the chief
+of this confraternity. But it ought to be said that the name Golias
+occurs principally in English MSS., where the Goliardic poems are
+ascribed to _Golias Episcopus._ Elsewhere the same personage is spoken
+of as _Primas_, which is a title of dignity applying to a prelate with
+jurisdiction superior even to that of an archbishop. Grimm[40] quotes
+this phrase from a German chronicle: _Primas vagus multos versus
+edidit magistrates_. In the _Sequentia falsi evangelii_[41] we find
+twice repeated _Primas autem qui dicitur vilissimus_. The Venetian
+codex from which Grimm drew some of his texts[42] attributes the
+_Dispute of Thetis and Lyaeus_ and the _Advice against Matrimony_,
+both of which passed in England under the name of Golias and
+afterwards of Walter Map, to _Primas Presbyter_.
+
+With regard to this Primas, it is important to mention that Fra
+Salimbene in his Chronicle[43] gives a succinct account of him under
+the date 1233. It runs as follows: _Fuit his temporibus Primas
+canonicus eoloniensis, magnus trutannus et magnus trufator, et maximus
+versificator et velox, qui, si dedisset cor suum ad diligendum Deum,
+magnus in litteratura divina fuisset, et utilis valde_ _Ecclesiae
+Dei. Cujus Apocalypsim, quam fecerat, vidi, et alia scripta plura_.
+After this passage follow some anecdotes, with quotations of verses
+extemporised by Primas, and lastly the whole of the Confession,
+translated by me at p. 55 above. Thus Salimbene, who was almost a
+contemporary author, attributes to Primas two of the most important
+poems which passed in England under the name of Golias, while the
+Venetian MS. ascribes two others of the same class to Primas
+Presbyter. It is also very noteworthy that Salimbene expressly calls
+this Primas a Canon of Cologne.
+
+That this poet, whoever he was, had attained to celebrity in Italy (as
+well as in Germany) under the title of Primas, appears also from the
+following passage of a treatise by Thomas of Capua[44] on the Art of
+Writing: _Dictaminum vero tria sunt genera auctoribus diffinita,
+prosaicum scilicet, metricum et rithmicum; prosaicum ut Cassiodori,
+metricum ut Virgilii, rithmicum ut Primatis_. Boccaccio was in all
+probability referring to the same Primas in the tale he told about
+_Primasso_,[45] who is described as a man of European reputation, and
+a great and rapid versifier. It is curious that just as Giraldus seems
+to have accepted _Golias_ as the real name of this poet,[46] so Fra
+Salimbene, Thomas of Capua, and Boccaccio appear to use _Primas_ as a
+Christian name.
+
+The matter becomes still more complicated when we find, as we do, some
+of the same poems attributed in France to Walter of Lille, in England
+to Walter Map, and further current under yet another title of dignity,
+that of _Archipoeta_.[47]
+
+We can hardly avoid the conclusion that by Golias Episcopus, Primas,
+and Archipoeta one and the same person, occupying a prominent post in
+the Order, was denoted. He was the head of the Goliardic family, the
+Primate of the Wandering Students' Order, the Archpoet of these
+lettered minstrels. The rare excellence of the compositions ascribed
+to him caused them to be spread abroad, multiplied, and imitated in
+such fashion that it is now impossible to feel any certainty about the
+personality which underlay these titles.
+
+Though we seem frequently upon the point of touching the real man, he
+constantly eludes our grasp. Who he was, whether he was one or many,
+remains a mystery. Whether the poems which bear one or other of his
+changing titles were really the work of a single writer, is also a
+matter for fruitless conjecture. We may take it for granted that he
+was not Walter Map; for Map was not a Canon of Cologne, not a follower
+of Reinald von Dassel, not a mark for the severe scorn of Giraldus.
+Similar reasoning renders it more than improbable that the Golias of
+Giraldus, the Primas of Salimbene, and the petitioner to Reinald
+should have been Walter of Lille.[48]
+
+At the same time it is singular that the name of Walter should twice
+occur in Goliardic poems of a good period. One of these is the famous
+and beautiful lament:--
+
+    "Versa est in luctum--eithara Waltheri."
+
+This exists in the MS. of the _Carmina Burana_, but not in the Paris
+MS. of Walter's poems edited by Mueldner.
+
+It contains allusions to the poet's ejection from his place in the
+Church--a misfortune which actually befell Walter of Lille. Grimm has
+printed another poem, _Saepe de miseria,_ in which the name of Walter
+occurs.[49] It is introduced thus:
+
+    "Hoc Gualtherus sub-prior
+      Jubet in decretis."
+
+Are we to infer from the designation _Sub-prior_ that the Walter of
+this poem held a post in the Order inferior to that of the Primas?
+
+It is of importance in this connection to bear in mind that five of
+the poems attributed in English MSS. to Golias and Walter Map, namely,
+_Missus sum in vineam_, _Multiformis hominum_, _Fallax est et
+mobilis_, _A tauro torrida_, _Heliconis rivulo_, _Tanto viro
+locuturi_, among which is the famous Apocalypse ascribed by Salimbene
+to Primas, are given to Walter of Lille in the Paris MS. edited by
+Mueldner.[50] They are distinguished by a marked unity of style; and
+what is also significant, a lyric in this Paris MS., _Dum Gualterus
+aegrotaret_, introduces the poet's name in the same way as the _Versa
+est in luctum_ of the _Carmina Burana_. Therefore, without identifying
+Walter of Lille with the Primas, Archipoeta, and Golias, we must allow
+that his place in Goliardic literature is very considerable. But I am
+inclined to think that the weight of evidence favours chiefly the
+ascription of serious and satiric pieces to his pen. It is probable
+that the Archipoeta, the follower of Reinald von Dassel, the man who
+composed the most vigorous Goliardic poem we possess, and gave the
+impulse of his genius to that style of writing, was not the Walter of
+the _Versa est in luctum_ or of _Dum Gualterus aegrotaret_. That
+Walter must have been somewhat his junior; and it is not unreasonable
+to assume that he was Walter of Lille, who may perhaps be further
+identified with the _Gualtherus sub-prior_ of the poem on the author's
+poverty. This Walter's Latin designation, _Gualtherus de Insula_,
+helps, as I have observed above,[51] to explain the attribution of the
+Goliardic poems in general to Walter Map by English scribes of the
+fifteenth century.
+
+After all, it is safer to indulge in no constructive speculations
+where the matter of inquiry is both vague and meagre. One thing
+appears tolerably manifest; that many hands of very various dexterity
+contributed to form the whole body of songs which we call Goliardic.
+It is also clear that the Clerici Vagi considered themselves a
+confraternity, and that they burlesqued the institutions of a
+religious order, pretending to honour and obey a primate or bishop, to
+whom the nickname of Golias was given at the period in which they
+flourished most. Viewed in his literary capacity, this chief was
+further designated as the Archpoet. Of his personality we know as
+little as we do of that of Homer.
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 36: Grimm's _Gedichte des Mittelalters_, p. 232.]
+
+[Footnote 37: _Carm. Bur._, p. 254.]
+
+[Footnote 38: Page 69.]
+
+[Footnote 39: Giesebrecht in _Allg. Monatschrift_. Jan. 1853. p. 35.]
+
+[Footnote 40: Op. cit., p. 182.]
+
+[Footnote 41: Ib., p. 232.]
+
+[Footnote 42: Ib., pp. 238, 239.]
+
+[Footnote 43: Published at Parma, 1857.]
+
+[Footnote 44: See Novati, _Carmina Medii Aevi_, p. 8, note.]
+
+[Footnote 45: _Decameron_, i, 7.]
+
+[Footnote 46: See above, p. 21.]
+
+[Footnote 47: Grimm, op. cit., p. 189 et seq.]
+
+[Footnote 48: Giesebrecht identifies Walter of Lille with the
+Archipoeta. But he seems to be unacquainted with Salimbene's
+Chronicle, and I agree with Hubatsch that he has not made out his
+point.]
+
+[Footnote 49: Op. cit., p. 235, also in _Carm. Bur._, p. 74.]
+
+[Footnote 50: Hannover, 1859.]
+
+[Footnote 51: Page 23.]
+
+
+
+
+BOOKS ON GOLIARDIC LITERATURE.
+
+
+Carmina Burana. Stuttgart. 1847.
+
+Thomas Wright. The Latin Poems commonly attributed to Walter Mapes.
+          Camden Society. 1841.
+  ---- Anecdota Literaria. London. 1844.
+  ---- Early Mysteries, etc. London. 1844.
+
+Edelstand du Meril. Poesies Populaires Latines Anterieures au Douzieme
+          Siecle. Paris. 1843.
+  ---- Poesies Populaires Latines du Moyen Age. Paris. 1847.
+  ---- Poesies Inedites du Moyen Age. Paris. 1854.
+
+Jacob Grimm.  Gedichte des Mittelalters auf Koenig Friedrich I., den
+          Staufer. Berlin. 1843.
+
+H. Hagen. Carmina Medii Aevi Max. Part. Inedita. Bern. 1877.
+
+F. Novati. Carmina Medii Aevi. Firenze. 1883.
+
+Mone. Anzeiger, vii.
+
+W. Mueldener. Die Zehn Gedichte von Walther von Lille. Hannover. 1859,
+
+Champollion-Figeac. Hilarii Versus et Ludi.  Paris. 1838.
+
+Gaudeamus. Leipzig. 1879.
+
+Carmina Clericorum. Heilbronn. 1880.
+
+A.P. Von Baernstein. Carmina Burana Selecta. 1880.
+  ---- Ubi sunt qui ante nos? Wuertzburg. 1881.
+
+Giesebrecht. Die Vaganten. Allg. Monatscrift fuer W. und K. 1853.
+
+O. Hubatsch. Die Lateinischen Vagantenlieder. Goerlitz. 1870.
+
+A. Bartoli. I Precursori del Rinascimento, Firenze. 1876.
+
+Allgemeines Deutsches Commersbuch.
+
+
+
+
+TABLE OF SONGS TRANSLATED IN THIS VOLUME.
+
+
+N.B.--In order to facilitate the comparison between my translations
+and the originals, I have made the following table. The first column
+gives the number of the song and the second the page in this book; the
+third column gives the beginning of each song in English; the fourth
+gives the beginning of each song in Latin. The references in the fifth
+column are to the little anthology called _Gaudeamus_ (Leipzig,
+Teubner, 1879); those in the sixth column are to the printed edition
+of the Benedictbeuern Codex, which goes by the title of _Carmina
+Burana_ (Stuttgart, auf Kosten das Literarischen Vereins, Hering & Co.
+printers, 1847).
+
+
+    +-------------------------------------------------------------------+
+    |No.|Page.|       English.         |       Latin.       |Gaud.|Car. |
+    |   |     |                        |                    |     |Bur. |
+    +---+-----+------------------------+--------------------+-----+-----+
+    |   |     |                        |                    |Page |Page |
+    | 1 | 42  | At the mandate         | Cum in orbem       |   3 | 251 |
+    | 2 | 47  | Once, it was           | Olim nostrum       |   6 |  .. |
+    | 3 | 50  | I a wandering          | Exul ego           | 178 |  50 |
+    | 4 | 52  | We in our              | Nos vagabunduli    | 195 |  .. |
+    | 5 | 55  | Boiling in my          | Aestuans           |  34 |  67 |
+    | 6 | 63  | Spring is coming       | Ver redit          |  88 | 178 |
+    | 7 | 64  | These hours of         | Tempus est         | 100 | 211 |
+    | 8 | 66  | Take your pleasure     | Congaudentes       |  90 | 166 |
+    | 9 | 67  | Winter's untruth       | Vetus error        |  86 |  .. |
+    |10 | 68  | Winter, now            | Cedit hiems        |  85 | 177 |
+    |11 | 69  | Now the fields         | Jam jam virent      |  89 | 184 |
+    |12 | 70  | Spring returns         | Ecce gratum        |  84 |  83 |
+    |13 | 71  | Vernal hours           | Vernum tempus      |  81 |  .. |
+    |14 | 72  | Hail thou              | Salve ver          |  .. | 193 |
+    |15 | 74  | Summer sweet           | Dum aestas         |  97 | 196 |
+    |16 | 75  | The blithe young year  | Anni novi          |  .. | 145 |
+    |17 | 76  | Now the sun            | Omnia sol          | 109 | 177 |
+    |18 | 77  | In the spring          | Veris dulcis       |  .. | 195 |
+    |19 | 78  | With so sweet          | De pollicito       | 103 | 206 |
+    |20 | 79  | Wide the lime-tree     | Late pandit        |  .. | 185 |
+    |21 | 80  | Yonder choir of        | Ecce chorus        |  .. | 118 |
+    |22 | 82  | Meadows bloom          | Virent prata       |  98 | 189 |
+    |23 | 84  | Cast aside             | Omittamus studia   |  82 | 137 |
+    |24 | 87  | There went out         | Exiit diluculo     | 120 | 155 |
+    |25 | 87  | In the summer's        | Aestivali sub      | 125 | 145 |
+    |26 | 89  | All the woods          | Florent omnes      |  93 | 182 |
+    |27 | 91  | When the lamp          | Dum Dianae         |  .. | 124 |
+    |28 | 95  | In the spring-time     | Anni parte         |  .. | 155 |
+    |29 | 99  | On their steeds        | Equitabant         |  .. | 162 |
+    |30 |106  | Take thou              | Suscipe Flos       |  .. | 217 |
+    |31 |107  | Come to me             | Veni veni          | 102 | 208 |
+    |32 |109  | Lydia bright           | Lydia bella        |  96 |  .. |
+    |33 |111  | When a young man       | Si puer cum        | 116 | 215 |
+    |34 |112  | Rudely blows           | Saevit aurae       |  .. | 148 |
+    |35 |114  | Love rules             | Amor tenet         |  91 | 150 |
+    |36 |117  | List, my girl          | Non contrecto      | 118 | 150 |
+    |37 |118  | Think no evil          | Ludo cum           | 104 | 151 |
+    |38 |120  | With song I            | Sic mea fata       | 117 | 229 |
+    |39 |121  | False the tongue       | Lingua mendax      | 111 | 230 |
+    |40 |124  | A mortal anguish       | Humor letalis      | 114 | 169 |
+    |41 |127  | Up to this time        | Huc usque          | 119 |  .. |
+    |42 |129  | Oh, of love            | O comes            |  .. | 225 |
+    |43 |130  | Sweet native           | Dulce solum        | 110 | 168 |
+    |44 |132  | Oh, my father          | Hecs pater         | 175 | 172 |
+    |45 |136  | Wine the good          | Vinum bonum        |  17 |  .. |
+    |46 |137  | In dulci jubilo        | In dulci jubilo    | 201 |  .. |
+[52]|47 |139  | Ho all ye              |    ....            |  .. |  .. |
+    |48 |140  | Laurel-crowned         | Lauriger Horatius  |  74 |  .. |
+    |49 |141  | Sweet in               | Dulce cum          |  74 |  .. |
+    |50 |142  | Ho! comrades           | O consacii         |  87 | 198 |
+    |51 |144  | Laying truth bare      | Denudata           |  57 | 232 |
+    |52 |151  | Topers in and          | Potatores          |  27 | 240 |
+    |53 |154  | Time was               | Olim latus         | 188 | 173 |
+    |54 |155  | While a boor           | Rusticus dum       | 189 |  .. |
+    |55 |158  | I am the Abbot         | Ego sum Abbas      |  73 | 254 |
+[53]|56 |159  | Hear, O thou           | Audi Tellus        |  .. |  .. |
+    |57 |161  | While life's           | Dum juventus       | 135 |   8 |
+    |58 |162  | This vile world        | Iste mundus        |  .. |   5 |
+    |59 |164  | De contemptu           | Scribere proposni  | 129 |  .. |
+    |60 |165  | Let us live then       | Gaudeamus igitur   |   1 |  .. |
+    +-------------------------------------------------------------------+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[Footnote 52: The original of this song will be found in Geiger,
+_Humanismus und Renaissance_, p. 414.]
+
+[Footnote 53: The original will be found in Moll, _Hymnarium_, p.
+138.]
+
+
+
+
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