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

                                
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                                  That for his labour and for his hope of blisse
                                
                                  his woful herte of penaunce hadde a lisse
                                
                                  vpon þis morwe when þat it was day
                                
                                  To Britaigne toke þay þe righte way
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                                  Aurelius and þis magicien besyde
                                
                                  And ben descendid þer þey woln abyde
                                
                                  And þis was as þe bokes me remembre
                                
                                  þe colde frosty sesoun of Decembre
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                                  Phebus wax olde and hewed lik latoun
                                
                                  That in his hoote declinacion [folio 166b] 
                                
                                  Schon as þe burnyd gold wiþ stremes bright
                                
                                  But now in Scorpion a doun he light
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                                  Wher as he schon ful pale I dar wel sayn
                                
                                  The bitter frostes wiþ þe slete and rayn
                                
                                  Destroyed haþ þe grene in euery ȝerde /
                                
                                  Ianus sit by þe furye wiþ double berde
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                                  And drynkeþ of his bugle horn þe wyn
                                
                                  Biforn him stant þe braun of tuxed swyn
                                
                                  And a nowel cryeþ euery lusty man
                                
                                  Aurelius in al þat euer he can
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                                  Doþ to his maister cheere and reuerence
                                
                                  And preyeþ him to don his diligence
                                
                                  To bryngen him out of his peynes smerte
                                
                                  Or wiþ a swerd þat he wolde slitte his herte
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                                  þat subtil clerk which þat rouþe hadde of þis man
                                
                                  þat night and day he him spedde þat he ne lan
                                
                                  To wayte a tyme of his conclusion
                                
                                  This is to say to make illusioun
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                                  I ne can no termes of astrologie /
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                                  By which an apparence of Iogellerie /
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                                  That sche and euery wight scholde wene and seye
                                
                                  þat of Britaigne þe rokkes were aweye
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                                  Oþer elles þey were sonken vnder grounde
                                
                                  So atte laste whan þat he his tyme fonde
                                
                                  To make his Iapes and his wrecchednes
                                
                                  Of which a supersticious cursednesse

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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 366
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1868-[1869]

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