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

                                
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                                  By cause our fir / ne was nat maad of Beech
                                
                                  That is the cause / and oother noon so theech
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                                  I kan nat telle / wher-on it was along
                                
                                  But wel I woot greet strif vs is among
                                
                                  ¶ What quod my lord / ther is namoore to doone
                                
                                  Of thise perils / I wol be war eft soone
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                                  I am right siker/ that the pot was crased
                                
                                  Be as be may / be ye no thyng amased
                                
                                  As vsage is / lat swepe the floor as swithe
                                
                                  Plukke vp youre hertes / and beeth glad and blithe
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                                  ¶ The Mullok/ on an heepe / sweped was
                                
                                  And on the floor / ycast a Canevas
                                
                                  And al this Mullok/ in a syve ythrowe
                                
                                  And sifted / and ypiked many a throwe
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                                  ¶ Pardee quod oon / somwhat of oure metal
                                
                                  Yet is ther heere / though þat we han nat al
                                
                                  Al though this thyng myshapped haue as now [folio 200b] 
                                
                                  Another tyme / it may be wel ynow
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                                  Vs moste putte / oure good in auenture
                                
                                  A Marchant pardee / may nat ay endure
                                
                                  Trusteth me wel / in his prosperitee
                                
                                  Somtyme his good / is drenched in the see
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                                  And somtyme / comth it sauf / vn-to the londe
                                
                                  ¶ Pees quod my lord / the nexte tyme I shal fonde
                                
                                  To bryngen oure craft / al in another plite
                                
                                  And but I do / lat me han the wite
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                                  Ther was defaute in som what wel I woot
                                
                                  ¶ Another seyde / the fir was ouer hoot
                                
                                  And be it hoot or coold / I dar seye this
                                
                                  That we concluden / eueremoore amys
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                                  We faille of that / which þat we wolden haue
                                
                                  And in oure madnesse / eueremoore we raue
                                
                                  And whan we been / togidres euerichoon
                                
                                  Euery man / semeth a Salomon
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                                  But euery thyng which þat seineth as the gold [¶ Non teneas Au|rum &cetera] 
                                
                                  Nis nat gold / as þat I haue herd told

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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 555
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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