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The Canterbury Tales; THE FRERES TALE

The Canterbury Tales; THE FRERES TALE

Part 21

PROLOGUE TO THE FRERES TALE

The Prologe of the Freres Tale.

This worthy lymytour, this noble frere,

He made alwey a maner louryng chiere

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The Canterbury Tales; EPILOGUE

The Canterbury Tales; EPILOGUE

Part 17

EPILOGUE

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!

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The House Of Fame

The House Of Fame

BOOK I Incipit liber primus.

God turne us every dreem to gode!

For hit is wonder, be the rode,

To my wit, what causeth swevens

Either on morwes, or on evens;

And why the effect folweth of somme,

And of somme hit shal never come;

Why that is an avisioun,

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The Canterbury Tales; THE NONNES PREESTES TALE

The Canterbury Tales; THE NONNES PREESTES TALE

Part 14

PROLOGUE TO THE NONNES PREESTES TALE

The Prologue of the Nonnes Preestes Tale.

"Hoo!" quod the Knyght, "good sire, namoore of this,

That ye han seyd is right ynough, ywis,

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The Canterbury Tales; THE PARDONERS TALE

The Canterbury Tales; THE PARDONERS TALE

THE PARDONERS PROLOGUE

Heere folweth the Prologe of the Pardoners tale.

Radix malorum est Cupiditas Ad Thimotheum

Lordynges-quod he-in chirches whan I preche,

I peyne me to han an hauteyn speche,

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An ABC

An ABC

Incipit carmen secundum ordinem litterarum alphabeti.

Almighty and al merciable queene,

To whom that al this world fleeth for socour,

To have relees of sinne, of sorwe, and teene,

Glorious virgine, of alle floures flour,

To thee I flee, confounded in errour.

Help and releeve, thou mighti debonayre,

Have mercy on my perilous langour.

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Book Of The Duchesse

Book Of The Duchesse

THE PROEM

I have gret wonder, be this lighte,

How that I live, for day ne nighte

I may nat slepe wel nigh noght,

I have so many an ydel thoght

Purely for defaute of slepe

That, by my trouthe, I take no kepe

Of no-thing, how hit cometh or goth,

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A Ballad of Gentleness

A Ballad of Gentleness

The firste stock-father of gentleness,

What man desireth gentle for to be,

Must follow his trace, and all his wittes dress,

Virtue to love, and vices for to flee;

For unto virtue longeth dignity,

And not the reverse, safely dare I deem,

All wear he mitre, crown, or diademe.

This firste stock was full of righteousness,

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Anelida and Arcite

Anelida and Arcite

Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,

That in the frosty contre called Trace,

Within thy grisly temple ful of drede

Honoured art as patroun of that place;

With thy Bellona, Pallas, ful of grace,

Be present and my song contynue and guye;

At my begynnyng thus to the I crye.

For hit ful depe is sonken in my mynde,

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Chaucer's Prophecy

Chaucer's Prophecy

When priestes failen in their saws,

And lordes turne Godde's laws

Against the right;

And lechery is holden as privy solace,

And robbery as free purchase,

Beware then of ill!

Then shall the Land of Albion

Turne to confusion,

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The Canterbury Tales

The Canterbury Tales

Fragment 1

Prologue GP

The General Prologue

Tale KnT

The Knight's Tale

Prologue MilP

The Miller's Prologue

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Against Women Unconstant

Against Women Unconstant

Madame, for youre newefangelnesse,

Many a servant have ye put out of grace.

I take my leve of your unstedefastnesse,

For wel I woot, whil ye have lives space,

Ye can not love ful half yeer in a place,

To newe thing youre lust is ay so keene;

In stede of blew, thus may ye were al greene.

Right as a mirour nothing may enpresse,

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