The Harleian ms. 7334 of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.

                                
                                     [6-text p 458] 
                                  
                                  So sore haþ venus hurt him wiþ hir brond
                                
                                  As þat sche bar it daunsyng in hir hond
                                
                                  And to his bed he went him hastily
                                
                                  No more of him as at þis tyme telle I
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                                  But þer I lete him now his wo compleyne
                                
                                  Til freisshe may wol rewen on his peyne /
                                
                                  O perilous fuyr þat in þe bed-straw bredith [Auctor] 
                                
                                  O famuler fo þat his seruice bedith
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                                  O seruaunt traitour false homly hewe
                                
                                  lyk to þe nedder in bosom vntrewe /
                                
                                  God schild vs alle from ȝour acqueintance /
                                
                                  O Ianuary dronken in plesaunce
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                                  Of mariage se how þy damyan
                                
                                  Thyn oughne squier and þy borne man
                                
                                  Entendith for to do þe vilonye /
                                
                                  God graunte þe þin homly fo espye
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                                  For in þis world nys worse pestilence /
                                
                                  Than homly foo. alday in þy presence
                                
                                  Parfourmed haþ þe sonne his ark diourne
                                
                                  No lenger may þe body of him soiourne
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                                  On thorisonte. as in latitude
                                
                                  Night with his mantel þat is derk and rude
                                
                                  Gan ouersprede themesperie aboute
                                
                                  For which departed is þe route
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                                  Fro Ianuary with þank on euery side /
                                
                                  hoom to her hous lustily þay ryde
                                
                                  wher as þay doon her þinges as hem leste
                                
                                  And whan þay seigh her tyme þay goon to reste /
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                                  Soone after þat. þis hasty Ianuarie
                                
                                  wold go to bed. he wold no lenger tarie
                                
                                  he drinkith ypocras clarre and vernage /
                                
                                  Of spices hote to encre his corrage [folio 140b] 
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                                  And many a letuary had he ful fyn
                                
                                  Such as þe cursed monk daun Constantin
                                
                                  Hath writen in his book de coitu
                                
                                  To ete hem alle he nas no þing eschieu

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Title: The Harleian ms. 7334 of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page 317
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1885.

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