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

                                
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                                  By cause oure fire / was not made of beech
                                
                                  That is the cause / noon other so theech
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                                  I can not telle / wher on it is along
                                
                                  But wel I woot / greet strif is vs among
                                
                                  What quod my lord / ther is no more to done
                                
                                  Of thise periles / I wol be war eft sone
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                                  I am right siker / þat the pot was crased
                                
                                  Be as be may / be ȝe no thing amazed
                                
                                  As vsage is / lat swepe the floor as swithe
                                
                                  Plucke vp ȝowre herte / and be ȝe glad and blithe
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                                  The mollok on an heep / yswopen is
                                
                                  And on the flore / cast a canevas
                                
                                  And al this mollok / in sive ythrowe [Lichfield MS folio 177a] 
                                
                                  And sifted and y-plucked / many a throwe
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                                  Parde quod oon / somwhat of oure metall
                                
                                  Yit is ther here / þogh we haue not all
                                
                                  And thogh this thing / mishapped hath now
                                
                                  Anoþer tyme / it may be wel ynow
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                                  Vs muste putte / oure good in auenture
                                
                                  A marchant parde / may nat ay endure;
                                
                                  Trusteth me wel / in his prosperite
                                
                                  Somtyme his good / is drowned in þe see
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                                  And somtyme cometh it sauf / vn-to the londe
                                
                                  Pees quod my lord / þe nexte tyme I wol fonde
                                
                                  To bringe oure craft / al in another plyte
                                
                                  And but I do sires / lat me haue the wyte
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                                  Ther was defaute / in somwhat wel I woot
                                
                                  And othere seide / the fire was ouerhoot
                                
                                  But be it hoot or coold / I dar wel say this
                                
                                  That we conclude / eueremore amis
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                                  We failen of that / which we wolde haue
                                
                                  And in oure madnesse / eueremore we raue
                                
                                  And whan we been / to-geder euerychon
                                
                                  Euery man semeth / as wys as salomon
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                                  But al thing / which þat semeth golde
                                
                                  Is nat gold / as I haue herd tolde

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Title: The Hengwrt ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page #725
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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