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No , by that lord , ' quod she , ' that maked me ! For wel I woot that it shal never bityde . Lat swiche folies out of your herte slyde . What deyntee sholde a man han in his lyf For to go love another mannes wyf , That hath hir body ...
No , by that lord , ' quod she , ' that maked me ! For wel I woot that it shal never bityde . Lat swiche folies out of your herte slyde . What deyntee sholde a man han in his lyf For to go love another mannes wyf , That hath hir body ...
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Explicit The Prioress's Tale The Prologe of the Prioresses Tale Domine , dominus noster 109 O LORD our lord , thy name how merveil- lous Is in this large worlde y - sprad - quod she : - 106 The Shipman's Tale of the lecherous Dan John ...
Explicit The Prioress's Tale The Prologe of the Prioresses Tale Domine , dominus noster 109 O LORD our lord , thy name how merveil- lous Is in this large worlde y - sprad - quod she : - 106 The Shipman's Tale of the lecherous Dan John ...
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I knowe wher is a gay castle , Is builded of lyme and stone ; Within their is a gay ladie , Her lord is riden and gone . ' The ladie she lend on her castle - walle , She loked upp and downe ; There was she ware of an host of men ...
I knowe wher is a gay castle , Is builded of lyme and stone ; Within their is a gay ladie , Her lord is riden and gone . ' The ladie she lend on her castle - walle , She loked upp and downe ; There was she ware of an host of men ...
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