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. i. 17.

Fig. 11. Rough sketch of the position of the 'Rete' in Astrol. ii. 3 (first
part). Denticle opposite C, and first point of Aries opposite X; 9 a.m.

Fig. 12. Rough sketch of the position of the 'Rete' in Astrol. ii. 3
(second part). Denticle near O; first point of Aries near H; 8h. 8m. p.m.

Fig. 13. Diagram of the Elevation of the Pole; Astrol. ii. 23. The arc AN
is 56°; A'N is 48°; A'P is 4°; and PN is 52°. A, A' are two positions of
the Pole-star.

Plate VI. Fig. 14. A 'Table' or disc shewing the twelve astrological
'Houses'; Astrol. ii. 36 and 37.

Fig. 15. Diagram shewing how to ascertain the meridional line from two
shadows of an upright gnomon; Astrol. ii. 38.

Fig. 16. Diagram illustrating the use of the Umbra Recta; Astrol. ii. 41,
41_a_, and 41_b_.

Fig. 17. Diagram of the use of the Umbra Versa, at two observations;
Astrol. ii. 42, 42_a_, and 42_b_.

Fig. 18. Use of the Umbra Recta, at two observations; Astrol. ii. 43 and
43_a_.

[Illustration: FIG. 1. BACK OF THE 'ASTROLABE.']

[Illustration: FIG. 2. FRONT OF THE 'ASTROLABE.']

[Illustration: FIG. 3. LABEL.
FIG. 4. PIN.
FIG. 5. PLATE FOR A CLIMATE.
FIG. 6. RULE.]

[Illustration: FIG. 7. WEDGE AND HORSE (from a MS.).
FIG. 8. DIAGRAM FOR A PROPOSITION.
FIG. 9. STAR-POINTS.]

[Illustration: FIG. 10. NINE SPHERES.
FIGS. 11, 12, 13. PROBLEMS.]

[Illustration: FIG. 14. HOUSES.
FIGS. 15-18. UMBRA RECTA AND UMBRA VERSA.]

THE HOUS OF FAME.

BOOK I.

 God turne us every dreem to gode!
 For hit is wonder, by the rode,
 To my wit, what causeth swevenes
 Either on morwes, or on evenes;
 And why the effect folweth of somme, 5
 And of somme hit shal never come;
 Why that is an avisioun,
 And this a revelacioun;
 Why this a dreem, why that a sweven, And nat to every man liche even; 10
 Why this a fantom, these oracles,
 I noot; but who-so of these miracles
 The causes knoweth bet than I,
 Devyne he; for I certeinly
 Ne can hem noght, ne never thinke 15
 To besily my wit to swinke,
 To knowe of hir signifiaunce
 The gendres, neither the distaunce
 Of tymes of hem, ne the causes
 For-why this more than that cause is; 20
 As if folkes complexiouns
 Make hem dreme of reflexiouns;
 Or elles thus, as other sayn,
 For to greet feblenesse of brayn,
 By abstinence, or by seeknesse, 25
 Prison, stewe, or greet distresse;
 Or elles by disordinaunce
 Of naturel acustomaunce,
 That som man is to curious
 In studie, or melancolious, 30
 Or thus, so inly ful of drede,
 That no man may him bote bede;
 Or elles, that devocioun
 Of somme, and contemplacioun
 Causeth swiche dremes ofte; 35
 Or that the cruel lyf unsofte
 Which these ilke lovers leden
 That hopen over muche or dreden,
 That purely hir impressiouns
 Causeth hem avisiouns; 40
 Or if that spirits have the might
 To make folk to dreme a-night
 Or if the soule, of propre kinde,
 Be so parfit, as men finde,
 That hit forwot that is to come, 45
 And that hit warneth alle and somme
 Of everiche of hir aventures
 By avisiouns, or by figures,
 But that our flesh ne hath no might
 To understonden hit aright, 50
 For hit is warned to derkly;--
 But why the cause is, noght wot I.
 Wel worthe, of this thing, grete clerkes,
 That trete of this and other werkes;
 For I of noon opinioun 55
 Nil as now make mencioun,
 But only that the holy rode
 Turne us every dreem to gode!
 For never, sith that I was born,
 Ne no man elles, me biforn, 60
 Mette, I trowe stedfastly,
 So wonderful a dreem as I
 The tenthe day [dide] of Decembre,
 The which, as I can now remembre,
 I wol yow tellen every del. 65

 _The Invocation._

 But at my ginning, trusteth wel,
 I wol make invocacioun,
 With special devocioun,
 Unto the god of slepe anoon,
 That dwelleth in a cave of stoon 70
 Upon a streem that comth fro Lete,
 That is a flood of helle unswete;
 Besyde a folk men clepe Cimerie,
 Ther slepeth ay this god unmerie
 With his slepy thousand sones 75
 That alway for to slepe hir wone is--
 And to this god, that I of rede,
 Preye I, that he wol me spede
 My sweven for to telle aright,
 If every dreem stonde in his might. 80
 And he, that mover is of al
 That is and was, and ever shal,
 So yive hem Ioye that hit here
 Of alle that they dreme to-yere,
 And for to stonden alle in grace 85
 Of hir loves, or in what place
 That hem wer levest for to stonde,
 And shelde hem fro povert and shonde,
 And fro unhappe and ech disese,
 And sende hem al that may hem plese, 90
 That take hit wel, and scorne hit noght,
 Ne hit misdemen in her thoght
 Through malicious entencioun.
 And who-so, through presumpcioun,
 Or hate or scorne, or through envye, 95
 Dispyt, or Iape, or vilanye,
 Misdeme hit, preye I Iesus god
 That (dreme he barfoot, dreme he shod),
 That every harm that any man
 Hath had, sith [that] the world began, 100
 Befalle him therof, or he sterve,
 And graunte he mote hit ful deserve,
 Lo! with swich a conclusioun
 As had of his avisioun
 Cresus, that was king of Lyde, 105
 That high upon a gebet dyde!
 This prayer shal he have of me;
 I am no bet in charite!
 Now herkneth, as I have you seyd,
 What that I mette, or I abreyd. 110

 _The Dream._

 Of Decembre the tenthe day,
 Whan hit was night, to slepe I lay
 Right ther as I was wont to done,
 And fil on slepe wonder sone,
 As he that wery was for-go 115
 On pilgrimage myles two
 To the corseynt Leonard,
 To make lythe of that was hard.
 But as I sleep, me mette I was
 Within a temple y-mad of glas; 120
 In whiche ther were mo images
 Of gold, stondinge in sondry stages,
 And mo riche tabernacles,
 And with perre mo pinacles,
 And mo curious portreytures, 125
 And queynte maner of figures
 Of olde werke, then I saw ever.
 For certeynly, I niste never
 Wher that I was, but wel wiste I,
 Hit was of Venus redely, 130
 The temple; for, in portreyture,
 I saw anoon-right hir figure
 Naked fletinge in a see.
 And also on hir heed, parde,
 Hir rose-garlond whyt and reed, 135
 And hir comb to kembe hir heed,
 Hir dowves, and daun Cupido,
 Hir blinde sone, and Vulcano,
 That in his face was ful broun.
 But as I romed up and doun, 140
 I fond that on a wal ther was
 Thus writen, on a table of bras:
 'I wol now singe, if that I can,
 The armes, and al-so the man,
 That first cam, through his destinee, 145
 Fugitif of Troye contree,
 In Itaile, with ful moche pyne,
 Unto the strondes of Lavyne.'
 And tho began the story anoon,
 As I shal telle yow echoon. 150
 First saw I the destruccioun
 Of Troye, through the Greek Sinoun,
 [That] with his false forsweringe,
 And his chere and his lesinge
 Made the hors broght into Troye, 155
 Thorgh which Troyens loste al hir Ioye.
 And after this was grave, allas!
 How Ilioun assailed was
 And wonne, and king Priam y-slayn,
 And Polites his sone, certayn, 160
 Dispitously, of dan Pirrus.
 And next that saw I how Venus,
 Whan that she saw the castel brende,
 Doun fro the hevene gan descende,
 And bad hir sone Eneas flee; 165
 And how he fledde, and how that he
 Escaped was from al the pres,
 And took his fader, Anchises

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