Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PRECEPTS OF ALFRED, by ALFRED First Line: There sat, in the town of seaford, / full many a thane and lord Last Line: "methinks he shall rue it sore!" Alternate Author Name(s): Alfred The Great Subject(s): Proverbs; Maxims; Adages | ||||||||
THERE sat, in the town of Seaford, Full many a thane and lord, Earls were there, proud in might, And each one a gallant knight. There Aelfric, the earl, I saw, A wise man he, in their law; And Alfred, too, might ye see, Shepherd of England he, Of English men was he king, And of England was he darling. His folk would he teach right well As now ye may hear me tell, Good counsel he gave, wise rede How they their lives should lead. I Alfred, he ruled England As king, with his strong right hand, He was king, he was clerk as well -- God's Word he loved right well. Very wise was he in rede, And wary, too, in his deed: Wisest was he of men Who dwelt in England then. II Quoth Alfred, England's king, For Englishmen's profiting: "An ye, my folk so dear, The words of your lord would hear, Guide ye aright he could And teach ye things wise and good -- How ye in this world may share Worship and honour fair, And yet save your soul, I wis, And get ye to Christ in bliss." (Wise was the counselling Spoken by Alfred the king --) "Mildly I'ld 'monish here Ye all, my friends so dear, (Both rich and poor are ye, Yet all ye my folk shall be,) I would that all men here Our Lord Christ fitly fear, Love Him, withouten strife, For He is the Lord of Life; He is One God in Three, Good o'er all Goodness He -- Joy, o'er all Joyfulness -- Bliss, o'er all earthly Bliss. A Man among men shall He be, The mildest of Masters He; As Father, this folk He'll guide, As Comforter, Help provide, Righteous His Governing -- And so Mighty is He as King That lack He shall never know -- Nor shall he his will forego Who fitting honour alway To God in this world doth pay." III Thus quoth Alfred the king, For Englishmen's profiting: "His crown may no king wear 'Neath Christ, nor rule fitly bear, Save that he learned be In book-lore, cunningly, So that his wits, all five, May thro' his knowledge thrive. In letters he versed must be, That he himself may see How he his land should school, And hold it in lawful rule." IV Thus quoth Alfred the king: "The earl and the atheling Under the king they be, To rule the land lawfully. The clerk, I ween, and the knight, Judgment shall give aright, Equal to poor and rich, The judgment, for all and each. For e'en as a man doth sow That crop, I ween, must he mow, And each man's doom to his door Returneth, evermore." V Thus quoth Alfred the king: "The knight shall this service bring, To stand upon watch and ward Wary, the land to guard; With hunger and harness prest, That so the Church may have rest, And the churl abide in peace To gather his land's increase. In such wise to sow his seed, In such wise to mow his mead, In such wise his plough to drive, That all men therefrom may thrive. This is the law of the knight -- See that he hold it aright!" VI Thus quoth Alfred the king: "The man who in youth doth bring Good will to his fostering, Is fain to learn wisdom and wit, And the lore that in books be writ, I trow in old age, that he A right good teacher shall be. But he who in youth doth prove That for learning he hath small love, Careth naught for wisdom and wit, And the lore that in books be writ; That which he lacked in his youth His old age shall rue, for sooth. For old age cometh apace, And sickness he needs must face, And his hopes, that full high had been, To loss are they turned, I ween. In such wise do they him betray, In such wise vanish away." VII Thus quoth Alfred the king: "Weal is a worthless thing Save Wisdom with it it bring; For tho' a man have and hold Seventy acres, all told, And tho' those acres were sown With good red gold alone, And that gold should grow, I ween, As groweth the grass so green, That man shall, for all his share Of wealth, none the better fare, Save friends for himself he win Ere ever his toil begin; For naught but a stone is gold Save a wise man have it in hold." VIII Thus quoth Alfred the king: "Youth, be thou 'ware of this thing; Yield not to sorrowing Tho' the lot that to thee may fall Pleasure thee not at all; And tho' thou shalt hold far less Than the goods thou would'st fain possess. For God may give, an He will, Good, in the stead of Ill, Weal in the stead of Woe -- Well is he who doth find it so." IX Thus quoth Alfred the king, For Englishmen's profiting: -- "A hard task it is to row When the salt sea doth 'gainst thee flow; So is it to labour and toil If ill fortune thine efforts foil. He who, in the days of his youth, So striveth that he, in truth, May win this world's wealth alway And so, in his old age, may Rest, and enjoy his ease, And eke, with his goods' increase, Serve God, ere he hence shall go, His toil he doth well bestow!" X Thus quoth Alfred the king: "Full many shall think a thing In which be small profiting; A man counteth on length of days But ill Fate him full oft betrays, For even as he doth find His life be most to his mind, That life is he forced to leave Altho' he full sore may grieve. For there groweth no herb so good In meadow, I ween, nor wood, That the life of a man it may Prolong to an endless day. And no man the hour doth know When he from this world must go; None knoweth the way of his end, Or whither he hence shall wend. The Lord of all Power, I wot, He casteth and ruleth, our lot, And God, He alone, doth know When we from this life must go." XI Thus quoth Alfred the king, For every man's profiting: "If so be that thou silver and gold, And the wealth of this world, shalt hold, Beware lest it so betide That thy profiting turn to pride. 'T is not from thy sire thou dost own Thy wealth, 't is from God a loan, In the hour that His Will is so Therefrom must we surely go; This life of ours must we quit And all that we hold, to wit, And our foes shall seize and hold What once to our lot was told, The treasure we needs must leave -- For us shall they little grieve!" XII Thus quoth Alfred the king: "See not over much trust thou bring In the tide that floweth fair -- If treasure shall be thy share, If thou hast money, and more, Of gold and silver a store, Yet all may crumble to naught, To dust may thy wealth be brought -- God liveth, nor waxeth old -- Many a man, for his gold, Hath won him God's Wrath alway, And for his silver, such pay That his soul he at last hath lost -- In such wise must he pay the cost That 't were better for him, I ween, If born he had never been." XIII Thus quoth Alfred the king: "My folk, give me hearkening; Since yours it shall be, the need, I will give unto ye good rede. Wit and Wisdom, believe me well, Do all other things excel, He safe and secure may sit Who for comrades hath Wisdom and Wit. For tho' riches may flit away His Wisdom shall with him stay, And never that man shall perish Who Wisdom as friend shall cherish, But harm shall he from him hold The while his life-days be told." XIV Thus quoth Alfred the king: "An thou goest sorrowing Then speak it not loud nor low, But whisper thy saddle-bow, And ride thence singing away -- So that the folk may say, (Who little thy thoughts can tell,) 'This life, it pleaseth him well!' For if sorrow draw to thee near And thy foeman thereof shall hear Tho' he pity thee much to thy face To thy back he will mock thee apace. Thy grief to a man may'st tell Who in sooth may wish thee full well, While another will hear thee complain And wish thee as much woe again! Thy sorrow hide well in thine heart For so it shall bring thee less smart; The servant should never be told What the master's heart doth hold." XV Thus quoth Alfred the king, For the husband's profiting: "An thou seekest a wife, beware; Choose her not for her face so fair, Nor for gold, nor for other thing That she unto thee may bring. But mark well what her ways may be For needs must she shew them thee; He who chooseth wealth, I trow, Oft findeth evil enow; And oft, with a face full fair, Hath he frailty for his share. Woe to him who an evil wife Bringeth to share his life, I ween he shall little thrive In his time, who shall evil wive. For she worketh him here on earth Sorrow in place of mirth; And many a man doth sing When his bride he doth homeward bring, Did he know what he brought, in truth, He had wept, for sorrow and ruth!" XVI Thus quoth Alfred the king, For the husband's profiting: "See thou be never so mad, Tho' the wine-cup make thee glad, As to tell thy wife, loud or still, All that is in thy will. For if it should so fall out That thy foemen were round about, And that thou had'st made her wroth With thy words, then, by my troth, Never, for living thing, Thou could'st her to silence bring, Upbraid thee, she would alway, Thine ill fortune to all display. Word-mad is woman, I ween, Her tongue aye too swift hath been, And rule it, she never may Tho' such were her will alway!" XVII Thus quoth Alfred the king, For the husband's profiting: "Leisure and pride, alway, Oft lead a young wife astray; So that oft she the thing hath done That were better if left undone. And yet, I think me, 't were light Vice and evil to put to flight, Were she willing to toil and sweat, And her hand to labour set; Tho' 't is ill to bow, in the end The tree breaks that will not bend. The cat learneth to mouse, I ween, Where the mother her guide hath been. But woe to the man who shall let His wife the mastery get! For never shall he be heard, Nor be lord o'er his will and word; With him shall she sternly deal, To his woe, and not to his weal, Of gladness is he forlorn Whom his wife doth hold in scorn; As an apple is fair to see When the taste thereof sour shall be, So with woman it doth befall -- She is fair in her father's hall, Sweet to a man's embrace -- And yet she doth bring disgrace. So full many men there be Who a-horse be goodly to see, Yet as friends are worth naught to thee -- Haughty are they upon steed, And worthless in hour of need." XVIII Thus quoth Alfred the king: "I rede thee for profiting That thou be not too swift to heed Thy wife's counsel, nor follow her rede: For so that she wroth may be For word or deed, verily, She weepeth for angry mood More oft than for reason good. She maketh plaint, loud, and still, But that she may have her will; She weepeth some other while Because she would thee beguile; Solomon saith indeed That women give evil rede, Would'st thou her counsel follow She bringeth thee swift to sorrow. And as the old song doth say: 'Bubbles rise swift, and swift pass away'; And 't was said by the folk of old: 'Women's counsel is counsel cold.' And that man doth come to ill Who is led by a woman's will. But that a good woman, God wot, Is a good thing, I doubt it not; Well for him, who, from out all other, Shall choose her, and ne'er another." XIX Thus quoth Alfred the king, For every man's profiting: "Full many a man, in thought, Hath that which small good hath wrought, That he hath a friend for his share In the man who speaketh him fair; -- To his face, he doth give him praise, To his back, he maligneth his ways. But his wealth, an the truth be told, A man may the longer hold If he ever to trust be slow Where speech doth more swiftly flow. Then believe not everything Which thou hearest men to sing, For of soft speech many shall be Who would lightly do ill to thee; Nor canst thou lightly conceive In what wise he will thee deceive." XX Thus quoth Alfred the king, For every man's profiting: "By wise saws a man waxeth wise; With himself, too, his wisdom lies, For by falsehood, he winneth hate, And by ill deeds, a worthless state. For the grasping hand alway The head must oft forfeit pay. Keep thee from falsehood's rede, And shun every evil deed, And so, where'er thou shalt dwell, The folk, they shall love thee well. And of thy neighbour take heed, For he may be good at need. If to market or church thou shalt fare Make to thee friends everywhere; Whether rich, whether poor, they be, Of all alike, verily. Then steadfast and sure thy seat For abiding, an seem thee meet, Or secure shalt thou journey still Thro' the land, an it be thy will." XXI Thus quoth Alfred the king. For every man's profiting: "The wealth that this world hath brought I ween, it shall turn to naught, And the treasure a man doth hold Shall melt into muck and mould. And our life shall be swiftly past, But a little space shall it last. For e'en an it did betide That a man ruled the world so wide Yea, and all joys might win Of the joys that be here within, Yet neither for gladness nor gold His life might he longer hold, But all must be forfeited When but a few years be sped. And then shall this earthly bliss Be turned to bale I wis, Save that we bend us still To follow and work Christ's Will. Now bethink us, and take good heed Our life in such wise to lead As Christ in His Word doth tell; For so may we hope full well To be honoured by Him alway. For thus doth Solomon say: 'The man who doth well below Hereafter reward shall know.' He leaveth his life behind, And fareth, reward to find." XXII Thus quoth Alfred the king, For every man's profiting: "I rede thee be ne'er so bold As to wrangle against a scold; Nor chide 'gainst a foolish tale For error shall aye prevail. And ne'er, an thou wouldst not rue, Begin to tell tidings new; And at every freeman's board Be thou sparing of thy word. The wise man his task hath done With few words, and may much have won; A fool's bolt full soon is shot, -- And I hold him a fool, God wot, Who sayeth all in his will When his profit were to be still. A tongue breaketh bones full oft Tho' itself be boneless and soft!" XXIII Thus quoth Alfred the king: "The wise child bliss shall bring To his father; if so it be That a bairn be born to thee, The while he be young and small Teach him good customs all; Then, as he shall wax, and grow, He shall turn his mind thereunto; And the better shall be his worth The while he abide on earth. But if thou shalt let him go In this world, to and fro, Ever, both loud and still, Working but his own will, Then as the years o'er him roll Thou shalt him no more control Than thou rulest death; I trow, That shall bring thee grief enow -- Oft shall he thy word transgress, And bring thee to heaviness. 'T were better for thee, I ween, That born he had never been; For better an unborn child Than a son unruly and wild. 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