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

                                
                                     [6-text p 389] 
                                  
                                  My spirit haþ his fostryng on þe bible /
                                
                                  Þe body is ay so redy and penyble
                                
                                  To wake þat my stomak is destroyed
                                
                                  I pray ȝow dame þat ȝe be not anoyed
                                  Line 1848 
                                
                                  For I so frendly ȝow my counseil schewe
                                
                                  By I nold not telle it but a fewe /
                                
                                  Now sir quod sche but o word er I go
                                
                                  My child is deed wiþinne þise wykes tuo
                                  Line 1852 
                                
                                  Soon after þat ȝe went out of þis toun
                                
                                  his deth saugh I by reuelacioun
                                
                                  Sayde þis frere at hoom in oure dortour
                                
                                  I dar wel sayn er þat half an hour
                                  Line 1856 
                                
                                  After his deth . I seigh him born to blisse
                                
                                  In myn auysioun so god me wisse .
                                
                                  So did our sextein . and our fermerere
                                
                                  That han ben trewe freres many a ȝere
                                  Line 1860 
                                
                                  Þay may now god be thanked of his lone
                                
                                  Maken her Iubile . and walk alloone
                                
                                  But vp I roos and al our couent eeke
                                
                                  With many a teere trilling on my cheeke ·
                                  Line 1864 
                                
                                  Te deum was our song and no þing ellis
                                
                                  wiþouten noys or clateryng of bellis
                                
                                  Saue þat to crist I sayd an orisoun
                                
                                  Thankyng him of my reuelacioun
                                  Line 1868 
                                
                                  For sire and dame trustith me right wel
                                
                                  Our orisouns ben more effectuel
                                
                                  And more we se of goddis secre þinges
                                
                                  Than borel folk alþough þat þay ben kinges
                                  Line 1872 
                                
                                  we lyue in pouert and in abstinence
                                
                                  And borel folk in riches and dispence
                                
                                  Of mete and drink and in her ful delyt
                                
                                  we han al þis worldes delit in despyt
                                  Line 1876 
                                
                                  lazar and Diues lyueden diuersely
                                
                                  And diuers guerdoun hadde þay þerby
                                
                                  who-so wol praye . faste . and be clene . [folio 111a] 
                                
                                  And fatte his soule and make his body lene

                                  Line 1880

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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 249
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1885.

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