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Page 330 - For often he that will beguile, Is guiled with the same guile, And thus the guiler is beguiled." Caxton's ALsop. ii. 12 (Jacob's ed. i. 50), " He that begyleth other is ofthyme begyled himself. " See Skeat's note in Chaucer, and to Piers Plowman, ch. xxxi.
Page 91 - The thridde weke, and tell him pleine To every point, what it amounteth. And if so be that he miscounteth To make in his answere a faile, There shall none other thinge availe, The king saith, but he shall be dede And lese his goodes and his hede. This knight was sory of this thinge, And wolde excuse him to the kinge ; But he ne wolde him nought forbere, And thus the knight of his answere Goth home to take avisement.
Page 241 - And sette it in the townes eye Of marbre on a piller without, That they by thritty mile about By day and eke also by night In that Mirrour beholde might Her ennemies, if any were, With all her ordenaunce there Which they ayein the citee cast.
Page 427 - I not1 where that I shulde him seke, He was a king, men tolde me. My moder dreint was in the see.
Page 266 - And tok a swerd was of assay, With which a wounde upon his side Sche made, that therout mai slyde The blod withinne, which was old And sek and trouble and fieble and cold.
Page 358 - Or forto lese or forto winne, The hertes thoght which is withinne Mai schewe, what it wolde mene ; And that is noghwhere elles sene Of kinde with non other beste. So scholde...
Page 33 - Brute his firste joy, In Themse, whan it was flowend ; As I by bote cam rowend, So as fortune her time sette, My lege lord perchaunce I mette, And so befell, as I came nigh, Out of my bote, whan he me sigh, He bad me come into his barge. And whan I was with him at large, Amonges other thinges said, He hath this charge upon me laid And bad me do my besinesse, That to his highe worthynesse Some newe thing I shulde boke, That he himself it mighte loke After the forme of my writing.
Page 194 - And to his ladies ere bringe Some tiding of his worthinesse ; So that she might of his prowesse Of that she herde men. recorde The better unto his love accorde...