Chaucer's Canterbury Tales, Volume 2

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Macmillan and Company, 1894

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Page 45 - Wei kan the wise poete of Florence, That highte Dant, speken in this sentence. Lo, in swich maner rym is Dantes tale: 'Ful selde up riseth by his branches smale Prowesse of man, for God, of his goodnesse, Wole that of hym we clayme oure gentillesse'; For of oure eldres may we no thyng clayme But temporel thyng, that man may hurte and mayme.
Page 464 - Mooder, and alle the seintes of hevene,/ bisekynge hem that they from hennes forth unto my lyves ende sende me grace to biwayle my giltes, and to studie to the salvacioun of my soule, and graunte me grace of verray penitence, confessioun and satisfaccioun to doon in this present lyf...
Page 19 - It tikleth me aboute myn herte roote ! Unto this day it dooth myn herte boote That I have had my world, as in my tyme. But Age, alias ! that al wole envenyme, Hath me biraft my beautee and my pith...
Page 141 - But o word, lordynges, herkneth, er I go : It were ful hard to fynde now-a-dayes In al a toun Grisildis thre or two ; For if that they were put to swiche assayes, The gold of hem hath now so badde alayes With bras, that thogh the coyne be fair at...
Page 221 - But hire obeye, and folwe hir wyl in al, As any lovere to his lady shal, Save that the name of soveraynetee, That wolde he have for shame of his degree.
Page 31 - hye in the roof abyde, Than with an angry wyf doun in the hous; They been so wikked and contrarious, 780 They haten that hir housbondes loven ay.' He seyde, a 'womman cast hir shame away, Whan she cast of hir smok'; and forthermo, 'A fair womman, but she be chaast also, Is lyk a gold ryng in a sowes nose.
Page 44 - allas! nay, nay! It wol nat been amended nevere mo. Thou art so loothly, and so oold also, And therto comen of so lough a kynde, That litel wonder is thogh I walwe and wynde. So wolde God myn herte wolde breste!" "Is this," quod she, "the cause of youre unreste?" "Ye, certeinly,
Page 229 - ne wiste I what ye mente. But now, Aurelie, I knowe youre entente, By thilke God that yaf me soule and lyf, Ne shal I nevere been untrewe wyf In word ne werk, as fer as I have wit; 985 I wol been his to whom that I am knyt. Taak this for fynal answere as of me." But after that in pley thus seyde she: "Aurelie...
Page 33 - Myn owene trewe wyf, Do as thee lust to terme of al thy lyf, 820 Keepe thyn honour, and keepe eek myn estaat' — After that day we hadden never debaat. God helpe me so, I was to hym as kynde As any wyf from Denmark unto Ynde, And also trewe, and so was he to me, 815 I prey to God that sit in magestee, So blesse his soule, for his mercy deere!
Page 24 - As help me God! whan that I saugh hym go After the beere, me thoughte he hadde a paire Of legges and of feet so clene and faire That al myn herte I yaf unto his hoold.

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