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

                                
                                     [6-text p 558] 
                                  
                                  By cause oure fuyr was nought y-maad of Beech
                                
                                  That is þe cause and oþer noon so þeech
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                                  I can not telle wher-on it was long
                                
                                  But wel I woot gret stryf is vs among
                                
                                  What quod my lord þer is no more to doone /
                                
                                  Of þese periles I wol be war eft soone /
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                                  I am right siker þat þe pot was crased
                                
                                  Be as be may be ȝe no þing amased
                                
                                  As vsage is let swoope þe floor as swiþe
                                
                                  Pluk vp ȝour hertes and beþ glad and bliþe
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                                  The mullok on an heep I-swoped was
                                
                                  And on þe floor y-cast a caneuas
                                
                                  And al þis mulloc in a syue I-þrowe /
                                
                                  And sifted and y-plukked many a þrowe
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                                  Par de quod oon somwhat of oure metal [folio 174b] 
                                
                                  Ȝet is þer heer þough þat we haue nought al
                                
                                  And þough þis þing myshapped haþ a now
                                
                                  Anoþer tyme it may be wel ynow
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                                  Vs moste putte oure good in aduenture
                                
                                  A marchaun / par de may not ay endure
                                
                                  Trusteþ me wel in his prosperite
                                
                                  Somtyme his good is drowned in þe see /
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                                  And som tyme comeþ it sauf vn-to þe londe /
                                
                                  Pees quod my lord þe nexte tyme I wol fonde /
                                
                                  To bringe oure craft al in anoþer plyte
                                
                                  And but I do sire let me haue þe wyte
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                                  Ther was defaute in som what wel I woot
                                
                                  Anoþer sayde þe fuyr was ouer hoot
                                
                                  But be it hoot or cold I dar say þis
                                
                                  That we concluden euermor amys
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                                  we faile of þat which þat we wolden haue
                                
                                  And in oure madnesse euermore we raue
                                
                                  And whan we ben togideres euerichon
                                
                                  Eueriche man semeþ a Salamon
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                                  But al þing which þat schineþ as þe gold /
                                
                                  Is nought gold as þat I haue herd told

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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 398
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1885.

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