The Harleian ms. 7334 of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.

                                
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                                  Ther was no wight sauf god and he þat wist/
                                
                                  In many wyse how sore I him twist
                                
                                  I sayde whan I cam fro Ierusalem
                                
                                  And lith I-graue vnder þe roode bem
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                                  Al is his tombe nought so curious
                                
                                  As was þe sepulcre of him Darius
                                
                                  which þat appellus wrought so subtily
                                
                                  It nys but wast to burie him preciously
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                                  let him far wel god ȝiue his soule rest
                                
                                  he is now in his graue and in his chest
                                
                                  ¶ Now of my fifte housbond wol I telle /
                                
                                  God let his soule neuer come in helle /
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                                  And ȝit was he to me þe moste schrewe /
                                
                                  That fele I on my ribbes alle on rewe /
                                
                                  And euer schal vnto myn endyng day
                                
                                  But in oure bed he was so freisch and gay
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                                  And þer with al so wel he couþe me glose /
                                
                                  whan þat he wolde haue my bele chose /
                                
                                  That þough he had me bete on euery boon
                                
                                  he couþe wynne my loue right anoon
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                                  I trowe I loued him beste for þat he
                                
                                  was of his loue daungerous to me
                                
                                  we wymmen han if þat I schal nouȝt lye
                                
                                  In þis matier a queynte fantasie
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                                  wayte what þyng we may not lightly haue
                                
                                  Ther after wol we sonnest crie and craue
                                
                                  Forbeed vs þing and þat desire we
                                
                                  Pres on vs fast and þanne wol we fle
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                                  wiþ daunger outen alle we oure ware
                                
                                  Greet pres at market makith deer chaffare
                                
                                  And to greet chep is holden at litel pris
                                
                                  This knowith euery womman þat is wys
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                                  My fyfte housbond god his soule blesse [folio 93b] 
                                
                                  which þat I took for loue and no richesse /
                                
                                  he somtyme was a clerk of Oxenford
                                
                                  And had left scole and went at hoom to borde

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Title: The Harleian ms. 7334 of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page 208
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1885.

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