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

                                
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                                  So tendrely that noþing eyled me /
                                
                                  I wiste not / what was aduersite
                                
                                  Til I couþe flee ful heigh vnder þe sky [folio 155b] 
                                
                                  Tho dwelled a tercelet me faste by
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                                  That semed welle of alle gentillesse
                                
                                  Al were he ful of tresoun and falsnesse
                                
                                  It was I-wrapped vnder humble cheere
                                
                                  And vnder heewe of trouþe in such manere
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                                  Vnder plesaunce and vnder besy peyne
                                
                                  That no wight wende þat he couþe feyne
                                
                                  So deep in greyn he deyed his colours
                                
                                  Right as a serpent hut him vnder floures
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                                  Til he may see his tyme for to byte
                                
                                  Right so þis god of loue, þis ypocrite
                                
                                  Doþ so his sermonys and his obseruaunce/
                                
                                  vnder subtil colour and aqueyntaunce
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                                  That sowneth vnto gentilesse of loue
                                
                                  As in a thombe is al þe faire aboue
                                
                                  And vnder is þe corps whiche þat ȝe wot
                                
                                  Such as was þis Ipocrite boþe cold and hot
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                                  And in this wise he serued his entent
                                
                                  That sauf þe feend noon wiste what he ment
                                
                                  Til he so long had weped and compleyned
                                
                                  And many a ȝeer his seruice to me feyned
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                                  Til þat myn hert to pitous and to nyce
                                
                                  Al Innocent of his crouned malice
                                
                                  For-fered of his deth as þoughte me
                                
                                  vpon his othes and his sewerte
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                                  Graunted him loue vpon þis condicioun
                                
                                  That euermo myn honour and my renoun
                                
                                  were saued boþe pryuy and apert
                                
                                  This is to sayn þat after his desert
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                                  I ȝaf him al myn hert and al my þought
                                
                                  god woot and he þat oþer weye nought
                                
                                  And took his hert in chaunge of myn for ay
                                
                                  But soþ is sayd go siþens many a day

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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 351
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1885.

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