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

                                
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                                  My spirit hath his fostryng in the Bible
                                
                                  The body is ay / so redy and penyble
                                
                                  To wake / that my stomak is destroyed
                                
                                  I prey yow dame / ye be nat anoyed
                                  Line 1848 
                                
                                  Though I so freendly / yow my conseil shewe
                                
                                  By god / I wolde nat telle it but a fewe
                                
                                  ¶ Now sire quod she / but o word er I go
                                
                                  My child is deed / with-Inne thise wykes two
                                  Line 1852 
                                
                                  Soone after / þat ye wente out of this toun
                                
                                  ¶ His deeth / saugh I by reuelacioun
                                
                                  Seith this frere / at hoom in oure dortour
                                
                                  I dar wel seyn / that er þat half an hour
                                  Line 1856 
                                
                                  After his deeth / I saugh hym born to blisse
                                
                                  In myn Avision / so god me wisse
                                
                                  So dide our Sexteyn / and oure ffermerer
                                
                                  That han been trewe freres / fifty yeer
                                  Line 1860 
                                
                                  They may now / god be thanked of his loone
                                
                                  Maken hir Iubilee / and walke allone
                                
                                  And vp I roos / and al oure Couent eke
                                
                                  With many a teare / triklyng on my cheke
                                  Line 1864 
                                
                                  Withouten noyse / or claterynge of belles
                                
                                  Te deum was oure song and no thyng elles
                                
                                  Saue / that to crist I seyde an orison [folio 87a] 
                                
                                  Thankynge hym / of his reuelacion
                                  Line 1868 
                                
                                  ffor sire and dame / trusteth me right weel
                                
                                  Oure orisons / been wel moore effectueel
                                
                                  And moore we seen / of cristes secree thynges
                                
                                  Than burel folk/ al though they weren kynges
                                  Line 1872 
                                
                                  We lyue in pouerte / and in abstinence
                                
                                  And burell folk / in richesse and despence
                                
                                  Of mete and drynke / and in hir foul delit
                                
                                  We han this worldes lust al in despit/
                                  Line 1876 
                                
                                  Lazar and diues / lyueden diuersly
                                
                                  And diuerse gerdon / hadden they ther-by
                                
                                  Who so wol preye / he moot faste and be clene
                                
                                  And fatte his soule / and make his body lene [Melius est animam saginare quam corpus]

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Title: The Ellesmere ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page 222
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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