VII
Here tells the Dreamer of Richesse,
Who counteth her of high noblesse,1040
But so consumed is she with pride,
That all poor men she casts aside,
And therefore less beloved by far
Than those who sweet and courteous are.
The qualities of Dame Richesse
Dame Richesse stood by Beauty’s side,
Haughty of mien, and puffed with pride,
Rude arrogance and self-esteem.
Right rash and hardy should I deem
The man who hindrance dared to throw
Across her path, for well doth know1050
Richesse her foes to spoil and spill,
But honours those who do her will.
Neither to-day nor yesterday
’Twas learned that rich folk, have their way,
And oftentimes misuse their power
To raise men up in one short hour
To great estate, or make them fall
To misery dire. Both great and small
To Dame Richesse full deference give,
For ‘neath her rule men love to live,1060
And serving her will gladly die,
Proud to have worn her livery;
Yet not because they hold her dear,
And love her, but for craven fear.
Mockers and flatterers much abound
Within her courts, and there are found
Traitors and envious folk who try
To do those good men injury
