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Page 7 - And shortly for to tellen, as it was, Were it by aventure, or sort,*" or cas,** The sothe is this, the cut fil to the...
Page 132 - Ne made never shoutes half so shrille, Whan that they wolden any Fleming kille, As thilke day was maad upon the fox.
Page 2 - Beneit, Because that it was olde and somdele streit, This ilke monk lette olde thinges pace, And held after the newe world the trace. He yave not of the text a pulled hen, That saith, that hunters ben not holy men...
Page 128 - His combe was redder than the fin cora.ll, Enbattelled, as it were a castel wall. His bill was black, and as the jet it shone ; Like asure were his legges and his tone ; His nailes whiter than the lily flour, And like the burned gold was his colour.
Page 70 - is worth a bene; For wedlok is so esy and so clene, That in this world it is a paradys.
Page 4 - A good man ther was of religioun, That was a poure PERSONE of a toun: But riche he was of holy thought and werk. He was also a lerned man, a clerk, That Cristes gospel trewely wolde preche. His parishens devoutly wolde he teche. Benigne he was, and wonder diligent, And in adversite ful patient: And swiche he was ypreyed often sithes.
Page 3 - A CLERK ther was of Oxenford also, That un-to logik hadde longe y-go. As lene was his hors as is a rake, And he nas nat right fat, I undertake; But loked holwe, and ther-to soberly.
Page 332 - O yonge fresshe folkes, he or she, In which that love up groweth with your age, Repeyreth hoom from worldly vanitee, And of your herte up-casteth the visage To thilke god that after his image Yow made, and thinketh al nis but a fayre This world, that passeth sone as floures fayre.