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Page 129
Whan that Aprille with his schowres swoote 1 Of Engelond , to Canturbury they
wende , The drought of Marche hath perced to the roote , The holy blisful martir
for to seeke , And bathud every veyne in swich licour , That hem hath holpen
whan ...
Whan that Aprille with his schowres swoote 1 Of Engelond , to Canturbury they
wende , The drought of Marche hath perced to the roote , The holy blisful martir
for to seeke , And bathud every veyne in swich licour , That hem hath holpen
whan ...
Page 131
And sikurly sche was of gret disport , He gaf nat of that text a pulled hen , And ful
plesant , and amyable of port , 138 That seith , that hunters been noon holy men ;
And peyned hire to counterfete cheere Ne that a monk , whan he is cloysterles ...
And sikurly sche was of gret disport , He gaf nat of that text a pulled hen , And ful
plesant , and amyable of port , 138 That seith , that hunters been noon holy men ;
And peyned hire to counterfete cheere Ne that a monk , whan he is cloysterles ...
Page 134
But riche he was of holy thought and werk . A bettre preest I trowe ther nowher
non is . He was also a lerned man , a clerk He waytud after no pompe ne
reverence , That Cristes gospel truly wolde preche ; Ne maked him a spiced
conscience ...
But riche he was of holy thought and werk . A bettre preest I trowe ther nowher
non is . He was also a lerned man , a clerk He waytud after no pompe ne
reverence , That Cristes gospel truly wolde preche ; Ne maked him a spiced
conscience ...
Page 136
Crist spak himself ful broode in holy writ , His walet lay byforn him in his lappe ,
And wel ye woot no vilanye is it . Bret ful of pardoun come from Rome al hoot .
Eke Plato seith , who so that can him rede , A voys he hadde as smale as eny
goot .
Crist spak himself ful broode in holy writ , His walet lay byforn him in his lappe ,
And wel ye woot no vilanye is it . Bret ful of pardoun come from Rome al hoot .
Eke Plato seith , who so that can him rede , A voys he hadde as smale as eny
goot .
Page 148
Although it were nought day by houres tuo , A wrethe of gold arm - gret , and
huge of wight , Yit sang the larke , and Palamon also Upon his heed , set ful of
stoones bright , With holy herte , and with an heih corage Of fyne rubeus and of
fyn ...
Although it were nought day by houres tuo , A wrethe of gold arm - gret , and
huge of wight , Yit sang the larke , and Palamon also Upon his heed , set ful of
stoones bright , With holy herte , and with an heih corage Of fyne rubeus and of
fyn ...
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