The Ellesmere ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.

                                
                                     [6-text p 347] 
                                  
                                  Wel koude I daunce / to an harpe smale
                                
                                  And synge ywis / as any nyghtyngale
                                
                                  Whan I had dronke / a draughte of sweete wyn [¶ Valerius. libro. 6o capitulo 3o ‖ Metellius vxorem suam / eo quod vinum bibisset/ fuste percussam interemit/] 
                                
                                  Metellius / the foule cherl the swyn
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                                  That with a staf / birafte his wyf hire lyf
                                
                                  ffor she drank wyn / thogh I hadde been his wyf /
                                
                                  He sholde nat han daunted me fro drynke
                                
                                  And after wyn / on Venus moste I thynke
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                                  ffor al so siker / as cold engendreth hayl [folio 72a] 
                                
                                  A likerous mouth / moste han a likerous tayl
                                
                                  In wommen vinolent / is no defence
                                
                                  This knowen lecchours by experience
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                                  ¶ But lord crist / whan that it remembreth me
                                
                                  Vp-on my yowthe / and on my Iolitee
                                
                                  It tikleth me / aboute myn herte roote
                                
                                  Vn-to this day / it dooth myn herte boote
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                                  That I haue had my world / as in my tyme
                                
                                  But Age allas / that al wole enuenyme
                                
                                  Hath me biraft / my beautee / and my pith
                                
                                  Lat go fare wel / the deuel go therwith
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                                  The flour is goon / ther is namoore to telle
                                
                                  The bren as I best kan / now moste I selle
                                
                                  But yet to be right myrie / wol I fonde
                                
                                  Now wol I tellen / of my fourthe housbonde
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                                  ¶ I seye / I hadde in herte greet despit
                                
                                  That he / of any oother had delit
                                
                                  But he was quit by god / and by seint Ioce
                                
                                  I made hym / of the same wode a croce
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                                  Nat of my body / in no foul manere
                                
                                  But certein / I made folk swich cheere
                                
                                  That in his owene grece / I made hym frye
                                
                                  ffor Angre / and for verray Ialousye
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                                  By god / in erthe I was his purgatorie
                                
                                  ffor which I hope / his soule be in glorie
                                
                                  ffor god it woot he sat ful ofte and song /
                                
                                  Whan þat his shoo / ful bitterly hym wrong

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Title: The Ellesmere ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page 180
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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