Under thy long lokkes thou most have the scalle,
But after my makyng thow wryte more trewe;
So ofte adaye I mot thy werk renewe,
It to correcte and eke to rubbe and scrape,
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In days of old there lived, of mighty fame,A valiant Prince, and Theseus was his name;A chief, who more in feats of arms excelled,The rising nor the setting sun beheld.Of Athens he was lord; much land he won,And added foreign countries to his crown.In Scythia with the warrior Queen he strove,Whom first by force he…
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The wordes of the Hoost to the Phisicien and the Pardoner.Oure Hooste gan to swere as he were wood;‘Harrow!’ quod he, ‘by nayles and by blood!This was a fals cherl and a fals justice!As shameful deeth as herte may devyseCome to thise juges and hire advocatz!Algate this sely mayde is slayn, allas!Allas! to deere boughte…
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laurigero &c. Thebaid, xii, 519.Heere bigynneth the knyghtes tale.Whilom, as olde stories tellen us,Ther was a duc that highte Theseus;Of Atthenes he was lord and governour,That gretter was ther noon under the sonne.Ful many a riche contree hadde he wonne,What with his wysdom and his chivalrie;He conquered al the regne of Femenye,That whilom was ycleped…
‘HEY! Godde’s mercy!’ said our Hoste tho,* *then
Lo, suche sleightes and subtilitiesIn women be; for aye as busy as beesAre they us silly men for to deceive,And from the soothe* will they ever weive,** *truth **swerve, departAs this Merchante’s tale it proveth well.But natheless, as true as any steel,I have a wife, though that she poore be;But of her tongue a labbing*…
To yow, my purse, and to noon other wight
I am so sory, now that ye been lyght;For certes, but ye make me hevy chere,Me were as leef be layd upon my bere;For which unto your mercy thus I crye:Beth hevy ageyn, or elles mot I dye!Now voucheth sauf this day, or yt be nyght,That I of yow the blisful soun may here,Or see…
My son, keep well thy tongue, and keep thy friend.
My son, from a fiend men may them bless.My son, God of his endless goodnessWalled a tongue with teeth and lips eke,For man should him avise what he speak.My son, full oft, for too much speechHath many a man been spilt, as clerkes teach;But for little speech aviselyIs no man shent, to speak generally.My son,…