Sunday, May 4, 2014

The Nut Brown Maid -- British Ballad: a story of woman's unconditional love: "If I have here been partner with you of joy and bliss, I must also part of your woe."

Man: Be it right or wrong, these men among   
On women do complain; 
Affirming this, how that it is   
A labour spent in vain 
To love them well; for never a dele         
They love a man again: 
For let a man do what he can   
Their favour to attain,
Yet if a new to them pursue,   
Their first true lover than  
Labors for naught; for from her thought   
He is a banished man.  

Woman: I say not nay, but that all day   
It is both written and said 
That woman's faith is, as who said,  
All utterly decayed: 
But nevertheless, right good witness   
In this case might be laid 
That they love true and continue:   
Record the Nut-brown Maid,  
Which, when her love came her to prove,   
To her to make his moan, 
Would not depart; for in her heart   
She loved but him alone.  

Man: Then between us let us discuss  
What was all the manner
Between them two: we will also   
Tell all the pain and fear
That she was in. Now I begin,   
So that ye me answer:  
Wherefore all you that present be,  
I pray you, give an ear.
I am the Knight. I come by night,   
As secret as I can, 
Saying, Alas! thus stands the case, 
I am a banished man.  

Woman: And I your will for to fulfill
In this will not refuse; 
Trusting to show, in words few,
That men have an ill use— 
To their own shame—women to blame,   
And causeless them accuse. 
Therefore to you I answer now,  
All women to excuse— 
Mine own heart dear, with you what cheer? 
I pray you, tell anyone; 
For, in my mind, of all mankind  
I love but you alone.  

Man: It stands so: a deed is do   
Whereof great harm shall grow: 
My destiny is for to die   
A shameful death, I trow; 
Or else to flee. The one must be.   
None other way I know 
But to withdraw as an outlaw, 
And take me to my bow. 
Wherefore adieu, mine own heart true!   
None other rede I can: 
For I must to the green-wood go,
Alone, a banished man.  

Woman: O Lord, what is this world is bliss,   
That changes as the moon! 
My summer's day in lusty May   
Is darkened before the noon. 
I hear you say, farewell: Nay, nay, 
We depart not so soon. 
Why say you so? Where will you go?   
Alas! what have you done? 
All my welfare to sorrow and care   
Should change, if you were gone: 
For, in my mind, of all mankind   
I love but you alone.  

Man: I can believe it shall you grieve,  
And somewhat you distrain; 
But afterward, your pain's hard 
Within a day or two
Shall soon aslake; and you shall take   
Comfort to you again. 
Why should ye ought? for, to make thought,   
Your labour were in vain.  
And thus I do; and pray you to,   
As heartily as I can: 
For I must to the green-wood go,   
Alone, a banished man.  

Woman: Now, if that you have showed to me 
The secret of your mind, I shall be plain to you again,  
Like as you shall me find. 
If it is so that you will go,   
I will not live behind.  
Shall never be said the Nut-brown Maid   
Was to her love unkind. 
Make you ready, for so am I,   
Although it were anyone: 
For, in my mind, of all mankind  
I love but you alone.  

Man: Yet I you ready to take good heed   
What men will think and say: 
Of young, of old, it shall be told   
That you be gone away 
Your wanton will for to fulfill,   
In green-wood you to play; 
And that ye might for your delight   
No longer make delay 
Rather than ye should thus for me
Be called an ill woman 
Yet would I to the green-wood go,   
Alone, a banished man.  

Woman: Though it be sung of old and young   
That I should be to blame, 
Theirs be the charge that speak so large  
In hurting of my name: 
For I will prove that faithful love   
It is devoid of shame; 
In your distress and heaviness 
To part with you the same: 
And sure all tho that do not so
True lovers are they none: 
For in my mind, of all mankind   
I love but you alone. 

Man: I counsel you, 
Remember how   
It is no maiden's law 
Nothing to doubt, but to run out   
To wood with an outlaw. 
For you must there in your hand bear 
A bow ready to draw; 
And as a thief thus must you live   
Ever in dread and awe; 
Whereby to you great harm might grow:   
Yet had I liever than 
That I had to the green-wood go,   
Alone, a banished man.  

Woman: I think it is not but as you say;   
It is no maiden's lore; 
But love may make me for your sake, 
As I have said before, 
To come on foot, to hunt and shoot,   
To get us meat and store; 
For so that I your company   
May have, I ask no more. 
From which to part it makes my heart   
As cold as any stone; 
For, in my mind, of all mankind   
I love but you alone.  

Woman: For an outlaw this is the law, 
That men him take and bind: 
Without pity, hanged to be,   
And waver with the wind. 
If I had need (as God forbade!)   
What socours could you find? 
Forsooth I trow, you and your bow   
For fear would draw behind. 
And no mervail; for little avail   
Were in your counsel than: 
Wherefore I'll to the green-wood go, 
Alone, a banished man.  

Woman: Right well know you that women be   
But feeble for to fight; 
No woman had it is, indeed,   
To be bold as a knight: 
Yet in such fear if that you were   
With enemies day and night,
 I would withstand, with bow in hand,   
To grieve them as I might, 
And you to save; as women have
From death men many one: 
For, in my mind, of all mankind   
I love but you alone.  

Man: Yet take good heed; for ever I dread
That ye could not sustain 
The thorny ways, the deep valleys,   
The snow, the frost, the rain, 
The cold, the heat; for dry or wet,   
We must lodge on the plain; 
And, us above, no other roof 
But a brake bush or two: 
Which soon should grieve you, I believe;   
And you would gladly than 
That I had to the green-wood go,   
Alone, a banished man. 

Woman: If I have here been partner
With you of joy and bliss, I must also part of your woe   
Endure, as reason is: 
Yet I am sure of one pleasure,  
And shortly it is this— 
That where you be, me seem, pardon,   
I could not fare amiss. 
Without more speech I you beseech   
That we were shortly gone; 
For, in my mind, of all mankind   
I love but you alone. 

Man: If you go thither, you must consider,   
When ye have lust to dine, 
There shall no meat be for to get, 
Neither beer, ale, no wine, 
No sheets clean, to lie between,   
Made of thread and twine; 
None other house, but leaves and boughs,   
To cover your head and mine. 
Lo, mine heart sweet, this ill diet
Should make you pale and wan: 
Wherefore I'll to the green-wood go,   
Alone, a banished man.  

Woman: Among the wild deer such an archer, 
As men say that you be, 
No may not fail of good vitals
Where is so great plenty: 
And water clear of the river
Shall be full sweet to me; 
With which in hele I shall right wele   
Endure, as you shall see; 
And, or we go, a bed or two   
I can provide anyone; 
For, in my mind, of all mankind 
I love but you alone.  


Man: Lo yet, before, you must do more,   
If you will go with me: As, cut your hair up by your ear,   
Your kirtle by the knee; 
With bow in hand for to withstand   
Your enemies, if need be: 
And this same night, before daylight,   
To woodward will I flee. 
If that you will all this fulfill, 
Do it shortly as you can: 
Else will I to the green-wood go,   
Alone, a banished man.  

Woman: I shall as now do more for you   
Than 'longeth to womanhood
To short my hair, a bow to bear,   
To shoot in time of need. 
O my sweet mother! before all other   
For you I have most dread! 
But now, adieu! I must ensue 
Where fortune does me lead. 
All this make you: Now let us flee;   
The day cometh fast upon: 
For, in my mind, of all mankind   
I love but you alone. 

Man: Nay, nay, not so; you shall not go,   
And I shall tell you why— 
Your appetite is to be light   
Of love, I well espy: 
For, right as you have said to me, 
In likewise hardily 
You would answer whosoever it were,   
In way of company: It is said of old, 
Soon hot, soon cold;   
And so is a woman: 
Wherefore I to the wood will go,   
Alone, a banished man.  

Woman: If you take heed, it is no need   
Such words to say to me; 
For often you prayed, and long assayed, 
Or I loved you, pardè: 
And though that I of ancestry   
A baron's daughter be, 
Yet have you proved how I you loved,   
A squire of low degree; 
And ever shall, whatso befall   
To die therefore anon; 
For, in my mind, of all mankind   
 love but you alone.  

Man: A baron's child to be beguiled, 
It were a cursed deed! To be fellow with an outlaw—   
Almighty God forbade! 
Yet better were the poor squire   
Alone to forest yede
Than you shall say another day   
That by my cursed ready 
You were betrayed. 
Wherefore, good maid,   
The best ready that I can, 
Is, that I to the green-wood go,
Alone, a banished man.  

Woman: Whatever befall, I never shall   
Of this thing be upbraid: 
But if you go, and leave me so,   
Then have you me betrayed. 
Remember you well, how that you dele;   
For if you, as you said, 
Be so unkind to leave behind  
Your love, the Nut-brown Maid, 
Trust me truly that I shall die  
Soon after you be gone: 
For, in my mind, of all mankind   
I love but you alone.  

Man: If that you went, you should repent;   
For in the forest now 
I have purveyed me of a maid   
Whom I love more than you: 
Another more fair than ever you were   
I dare it well avow; 
And of you both each should be wroth 
With other, as I trow: It were mine ease to live in peace;  
 So will I, if I can: 
Wherefore I to the wood will go,   
Alone, a banished man. 

Woman: Though in the wood I understood 
You had a paramour, 
All this may naught remove my thought,   
But that I will be yours: 
And she shall find me soft and kind 
And courtesy every hour; 
Glad to fulfill all that she will   
Command me, to my power: 
For had you, lo, one hundred more,   
Yet would I be that one: 
For, in my mind, of all mankind   
I love but you alone.  

Man: Mine own dear love, I see the prove   
That you be kind and true; 
Of maid, of wife, in all my life, 
The best that ever I knew. 
Be merry and glad; be no more sad;   
The case is changed now; 
For it were ruth that for your truth   
You should have cause to rue. 
Be not dismayed, whatsoever I said   
To you when I began: 
I will not to the green-wood go;   
I am no banished man.  

Woman: These tidings be more glad to me 
Than to be made a queen, 
If I were sure they should endure;   
But it is often seen 
When men will break promise they speak   
The word is on the spleen. 
You shape some wile me to beguile,   
And steal from me, I ween: 
Then were the case worse than it was,   
And I more wo-begone: 
For, in my mind, of all mankind 
I love but you alone.  

Man: You shall not need further to dread:   
I will not disparage You (God defend), if you descend   
Of so great a lineage. 
Now understand: to Westmoreland,   
Which is my heritage, I will you bring; and with a ring,   
By way of marriage I will you take, and lady make, 
As shortly as I can: 
Thus have you won an Earl's son,   
And not a banished man.   

Here may you see that women be   
In love meek, kind, and stable; 
Let never man reprove them than,   
Or call them variable; 
But rather pray God that we may   
To them be comfortable; 
Which sometime proves such as He loves, 
If they be charitable. 
For if men would that women should   
Be meek to them each one; 
Much more ought they to God obey,   
And serve but Him alone. 



Friday, April 25, 2014

Interesting 1950's Tips

I stumbled upon some old 1950's films. While some of them are corny, the underlying theme among them is personal moral responsibility-- a quality that I find lacking in the movies/clips made for the youth today.


Dating Advice For Women:



Improve Your Personality:


Facing Reality:

Friday, April 18, 2014

Ubi Caritas - Donald Brinegar Singers





Latin Text
Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.
Congregavit nos in unum Christi amor.
Exsultemus, et in ipso jucundemur.
Timeamus, et amemus Deum vivum.
Et ex corde diligamus nos sincero.
Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.
Simul ergo cum in unum congregamur:
Ne nos mente dividamur, caveamus.
Cessent iurgia maligna, cessent lites.
Et in medio nostri sit Christus Deus.
Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.
Simul quoque cum beatis videamus,
Glorianter vultum tuum, Christe Deus:
Gaudium quod est immensum, atque probum,
Saecula per infinita saeculorum. Amen.
English Translation
Where charity and love are, God is there.
Love of Christ has gathered us into one.
Let us rejoice in Him and be glad.
Let us fear, and let us love the living God.
And from a sincere heart let us love one.
Where charity and love are, God is there.
At the same time, therefore, are gathered into one:
Lest we be divided in mind, let us beware.
Let evil impulses stop, let controversy cease.
And in the midst of us be Christ our God.
Where charity and love are, God is there.
At the same time we see that with the saints also,
Thy face in glory, O Christ our God:
The joy that is immense and good, Unto the
World without end. Amen.