The Corpus ms (Corpus Christi coll., Oxford) of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.

                                
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                                  ffor þer was non sauf god and he þat wiste
                                
                                  In many wise where I him twiste
                                
                                  he deyed whan I cam fro Ierusalem
                                
                                  And liþ y-graue vnder þe Roode beem
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                                  Al nys his tombe not so curious
                                
                                  As was þe sepulcre of him Darius
                                
                                  Which þat appelles wroughten subtilly
                                
                                  It nys but waste to burye him preciously
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                                  lat him far wel god ȝiue his soule reste
                                
                                  he is now in his graue and in his cheste
                                
                                  ¶ Now of my fyfþe housbonde wil I telle
                                
                                  God late neuer his soule come in helle /
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                                  And ȝit was he to me þe moste schrewe /
                                
                                  That feele I on my ribbes al by rewe [folio 111a]  [for 106] 
                                
                                  And euere schal vnto myn endyng day
                                
                                  But in a bed he was so freissh and gay
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                                  And þer-wiþ-al so wel couþe he me glose /
                                
                                  Whan þat he wolde han my bele chose /
                                
                                  þat þough he hadde me bete on euery boon
                                
                                  he couþe wynne agayn my loue anon
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                                  I trowe I loued him þe bet for he
                                
                                  Was of his loue daungerous to me
                                
                                  We wymmen han if þat I schal not lye
                                
                                  In þis manere a queinte fantasye
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                                  Wayte what þing we may nought lightly haue
                                
                                  Ther-after wole we crye alday and craue /
                                
                                  fforbede vs þing and þat desyren we
                                
                                  Prees on vs faste and þanne wil we flee /
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                                  Wiþ daunger outen we alle oure chaffare
                                
                                  Gret prees at market makeþ deere ware /
                                
                                  And to gret cheep is holde / at litel pris
                                
                                  This knoweþ euery womman þat is wys
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                                  My .ve. housbonde god his soule blesse
                                
                                  Which þat I took for loue and no richesse /
                                
                                  he som tyme was a clerk of Oxenforde
                                
                                  And hadde left scole and wente at hom to borde

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Title: The Corpus ms (Corpus Christi coll., Oxford) of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page 227
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1868-[1869]

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