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

                                
                                     [6-text p 556] 
                                  
                                  Oyles ablucion and metalle fusible
                                
                                  To tellen alle wolde passen ony bible
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                                  þat owher is wherfore as for þe beste
                                
                                  Of alle þise names now wole I me reste
                                
                                  ffor as I trowe I haue ȝou told ynough
                                
                                  To reysen a feende loke he neuer so rough
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                                  A nay let be þy philosophres ston
                                
                                  Elixir cleped we sechen faste echoon
                                
                                  ffor hadde we him þan were we syker ynough
                                
                                  But vnto god of heuene I make avow
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                                  ffor alle oure craft whan we han al y-do
                                
                                  And al oure sleighte / he wol not come vs to
                                
                                  He haþ vs maad spende moche good
                                
                                  ffor sorwe of which almost we wexen wood
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                                  But þat good hope crepeþ in oure herte
                                
                                  Supposyng euere þough we sore smerte
                                
                                  To be releuyd by him aftirward
                                
                                  Supposyng and hope is scharp and hard
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                                  I warne ȝou wel it is to seken euere
                                
                                  þat future temps haþ maad men disseuere
                                
                                  In trust þer-of fram al þat euer þey hadde
                                
                                  ȝit of þat art þey couþe not wexe sadde
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                                  ffor vnto hem it is a bitterswete
                                
                                  So semeþ it for ne hadde þey but a scheete
                                
                                  Which þat þey mighte wrappe hem In a night
                                
                                  And a bak to walken in by day light
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                                  þey wolde hem sellen and spenden on þis craft
                                
                                  They can nouȝt stynte til no þing be laft [folio 182b] 
                                
                                  And euermore wher þat euer þey gon
                                
                                  men may hem knowe by smel of Bremston
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                                  ffor al þe world þey stynken as a goot
                                
                                  here sauour is so Rammissh and so hoot
                                
                                  That þough a man from hem a myle be
                                
                                  That sauour wol enfecte him trusteþ me
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                                  lo þus by smellyng and by þred bare array
                                
                                  If þat men list þis folk þey knowe may

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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 406
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1868-[1869]

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