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

                                
                                     [6-text p 347] 
                                  
                                  Lorde howe couþe .I. daunce to an harpe smale
                                
                                  And singe .I.-wis as any nyhten-gale
                                
                                  Whan .I. hadde dronke a drawht of swete wyne
                                
                                  Metelinge þe foule cherle þe swyne
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                                  That wiþ a staf beraft his wif here lyf
                                
                                  For sche dranke wyne. þouhe .I. had bue his wif
                                
                                  Ne scholde he nouht haue daunted me fro drinke
                                
                                  And after wyne of venus must .I. þinke
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                                  For also seker as colde engendereþ haile
                                
                                  A likerous mouþe most haue a likerous taile
                                
                                  In womman vi[n]olent is no defence
                                
                                  þis knowen lichours bue experience
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                                  Bot lorde criste whan þat it remembreþ me
                                
                                  Vpon my ȝouþe. and my Iolyte.
                                
                                  It tikeleþ me aboute myne herte Rote [folio 93a] 
                                
                                  Vnto þis daie it doþ myne hert bote
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                                  That .I. haue had my werlde as my time
                                
                                  Bot age alas þat all wil envenyme
                                
                                  Haþe me be-raft my beaute and my piþþe
                                
                                  Lat go fare wele þe deuel go þere wiþþe
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                                  The floure is gone þere is no more to telle
                                
                                  Þe bran as .I. best can nowe mot .I. selle
                                
                                  Bot ȝit to be riht merye wolde .I. fonde
                                
                                  Now forþe to tell of my ferþe husbonde
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                                  .I. sei .I. had in herte grete dispite
                                
                                  þat he of any oþer had delite
                                
                                  Bot he was qwytte be god and be seinte Iose
                                
                                  .I. maade him of þe same wode a crose
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                                  Not of my body in no foule manere
                                
                                  Bot certeynly .I. maade folke suche chiere
                                
                                  þat in his owen gres .I. maade him frie
                                
                                  For angers and for verraie Ielousye
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                                  Be god in erþe .I. was his purgatorye
                                
                                  For whiche .I. hope his soule be in glorie
                                
                                  For god it wote he satte ful ofte and songe
                                
                                  Whan þat his scho ful bitterly him wronge.

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Title: The Lansdowne ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page 226
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1867-1879.

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