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

                                
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                                  If that I lye or noon / in this matiere
                                
                                  ¶ Mayus that sit / with so benyngne a chiere
                                
                                  Hire to biholde / it semed fairye
                                
                                  Queene Ester / looked neuere with swich an eye
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                                  On Assuer / so meke a look hath she
                                
                                  I may yow nat deuyse / al hir beautee
                                
                                  But thus muche of hire beautee telle I may
                                
                                  That she was lyk/ the brighte morwe of May
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                                  ffulfild / of alle beautee and plesance
                                
                                  ¶ This Ianuarie / is rauysshed in a trance
                                
                                  At euery tyme / he looked on hir face
                                
                                  But in his herte / he gan hire to manace
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                                  That he that nyght in Armes wolde hire streyne
                                
                                  Harder / than euere Parys dide Eleyne
                                
                                  But nathelees / yet hadde he greet pitee
                                
                                  That thilke nyght offenden hire moste he
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                                  And thoughte allas / o tendre creature
                                
                                  Now wolde god / ye myghte wel endure
                                
                                  Al my corage / it is so sharpe and keene
                                
                                  I am agast ye shul it nat susteene
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                                  But god forbede / þat I dide al my myght
                                
                                  Now wolde god / þat it were woxen nyght
                                
                                  And that the nyght wolde lasten eueremo
                                
                                  I wolde / that al this peple were ago
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                                  And finally / he dooth al his labour
                                
                                  As he best myghte / sauynge his honour
                                
                                  To haste hem fro the mete / in subtil wyse
                                
                                  ¶ The tyme cam / that reson was to ryse
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                                  And after that men daunce and drynken faste
                                
                                  And spices / al aboute the hous they caste
                                
                                  And ful of ioye and blisse is euery man
                                
                                  All but a Squyer / highte Damyan
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                                  Which carf biforn the knyght ful many a day
                                
                                  He was so rauysshed / on his lady May
                                
                                  That for the verray peyne / he was ny wood
                                
                                  Almoost he swelte / and swowned ther he stood

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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 291
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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