Here begynneth the book of the subtyl historyes and fables of Esope whiche were translated out of Frensshe in to Englysshe by wylliam Caxton at westmynstre in the yere of oure Lorde M. CCCC. lxxxiij
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- Here begynneth the book of the subtyl historyes and fables of Esope whiche were translated out of Frensshe in to Englysshe by wylliam Caxton at westmynstre in the yere of oure Lorde M. CCCC. lxxxiij
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"Here begynneth the book of the subtyl historyes and fables of Esope whiche were translated out of Frensshe in to Englysshe by wylliam Caxton at westmynstre in the yere of oure Lorde M. CCCC. lxxxiij." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A07095.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 15, 2024.
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OF the comyn and folysshe wymmen Esope reherceth to vs suche a fable / Of a woman whiche had to name Tahys / the whiche was cause by her feyned loue of the dethe and losse of many yonge men / to one of the whiche she had be bete ofte before that tyme / she sayd to hym in this wy se / My ryght dere loue and good frende / I suppose that of ma ny one I am wel byloued and desyred / Neuertheles I shall sette my loue on thy self alone / wherfore I pray the that thow mayst be myn / and I shalle be thyn / for alle thy goodes I retche not / but only I desyre thy swete body / And he that kne∣we the feyntyse and falsheed of the woman / ansuerd to her / ryght benyngly and swetely / thy wyll and the myn ben both but one alone / For thow arte she whiche I moost desyre / and the whiche I shalle loue alle the terme of my lyf / yf thow de∣ceyue me nomore / For by cause that thow hast receyued me in tyme passed / I am euer aferd of the / but notwithstondynge this / thow arte now moche playsaunt and fayr to the syghte of me / And thus the one begyled that other / For the loue of a comyn woman is not to be trusted / For thow oughtest to knowe and thynk within thy self / that the comyn and folyssh woman loue the not / but she loueth thy syluer