The Corpus ms (Corpus Christi coll., Oxford) of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.

                                
                                  And Iohn also how now what do ȝe heere
                                
                                  By god quod Iohn Symond neede haþ no peere
                                
                                  him bihoues serue himself þat has na swayn
                                
                                  Or elles he is a folt as clerkes sayn
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                                  Oure manciple I hope he wil be deed
                                
                                  Swa werkes him ay þe wanges in his heed
                                
                                  And þerfore is I come and eek alayn
                                
                                  To grynde oure corn and carie it ham agayn [folio 57a] 
                                
                                  I pray you speedes vs heithen þat ȝe may
                                
                                  It schal be don quod Symkyn by my fay
                                
                                  What wil ȝe doon whil þat it is in hande
                                
                                  By god right by þe hoper wil I stande
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                                  Quoþ Iohan and se how gates þe corn gas Inne
                                
                                  Ȝit saugh I neuer by my fader kynne
                                
                                  how þat þe hoper wagged til and fra
                                
                                  Alayn answerde Iohn and wiltow swa
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                                  Than wil I be byneþe by my croune
                                
                                  And se how gates þe mele falles a doune
                                
                                  In-til þe trough þat sal be my disporte
                                
                                  Quod Iohn in faath I may ben of ȝour sorte
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                                  I is as ille a melle as ere ȝe
                                
                                  This mellere smylede at here nycete
                                
                                  And þought al þis nys don but for a wile
                                
                                  They wene þat no man hem may begyle
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                                  But by my þrift yit schal I blere here ye
                                
                                  ffor al þe sleight in here philosophie
                                
                                  The more queinte crekes þat þay make/
                                
                                  The more wol I stele whan I take
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                                  In stede of flour ȝit wol I yeue hem brenne/
                                
                                  The grettest clerkes ben nought þe wisest menne
                                
                                  As whilom to þe wolf þus spak þe mare
                                
                                  Of all here arte counte I nouȝt a tare/
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                                  ¶ Out of þe dore he goþ ful priuely
                                
                                  Whan þat he saugh his time softely
                                
                                  he lokeþ vp and doun til he haþ founde
                                
                                  The clerkes hors þer as it stood ybounde

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Title: The Corpus ms (Corpus Christi coll., Oxford) of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page 116
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1868-[1869]

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