The works of our ancient, learned, & excellent English poet, Jeffrey Chaucer as they have lately been compar'd with the best manuscripts, and several things added, never before in print : to which is adjoyn'd The story of the siege of Thebes, by John Lidgate ... : together with The life of Chaucer, shewing his countrey, parentage, education, marriage, children, revenues, service, reward, friends, books, death : also a table, wherein the old and obscure words in Chaucer are explained, and such words ... that either are, by nature or derivation, Arabick, Greek, Latine, Italian, French, Dutch, or Saxon, mark'd with particular notes for the better understanding of their original.

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The works of our ancient, learned, & excellent English poet, Jeffrey Chaucer as they have lately been compar'd with the best manuscripts, and several things added, never before in print : to which is adjoyn'd The story of the siege of Thebes, by John Lidgate ... : together with The life of Chaucer, shewing his countrey, parentage, education, marriage, children, revenues, service, reward, friends, books, death : also a table, wherein the old and obscure words in Chaucer are explained, and such words ... that either are, by nature or derivation, Arabick, Greek, Latine, Italian, French, Dutch, or Saxon, mark'd with particular notes for the better understanding of their original.
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Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
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London :: [s.n.],
1687.
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"The works of our ancient, learned, & excellent English poet, Jeffrey Chaucer as they have lately been compar'd with the best manuscripts, and several things added, never before in print : to which is adjoyn'd The story of the siege of Thebes, by John Lidgate ... : together with The life of Chaucer, shewing his countrey, parentage, education, marriage, children, revenues, service, reward, friends, books, death : also a table, wherein the old and obscure words in Chaucer are explained, and such words ... that either are, by nature or derivation, Arabick, Greek, Latine, Italian, French, Dutch, or Saxon, mark'd with particular notes for the better understanding of their original." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A32749.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 8, 2024.

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Nero.
ALthough that Nero were as vicious, As any fende, that lieth full low adown: Yet he, as telleth vs Suetonius All this world had in subiectioun, Both East and West, and Septentrioun. Of Rubies, Saphires, and of Perles white Were all his clothes broudred vp and down, For he in gemmes greatly gan delite.
More delicate, more pompous of aray, More proude, was neuer Emperour than he: That like cloth that he had weared o day, After that time, he nold it neuer see: Nettes of golde threde had he great plente, To fish in Tiber, when him list to play, His lusts were as law, in his degre, For fortune as his friend would him obay.
He Rome brent for his dilicacie, The Senatours he slue vpon a day, To heare how her wiues would weepe & crie: And slow his brother, and by his sister lay. His mother made he in a pitous aray, For he her wombe let slit, to behold Where he conceiued was, so welaway, That he so little of his mother told.
No teares out of his eyen, for that sight He came, but saied, a faire woman was she: Great wonder is, that he coud or might Be Domisman of her dead beaute: The wine to bring him commaunded he, And dranke anon, none other wo he made. * When might is joined vnto cruelte, Alas, too deepe will the venume wade.
In youth a maister had this Emperour To teach him lettrure, and courtesie, For of moralite he was the flour. And in his time, but if his bookes lie, And whiles his maister had of him maistrie, He made him so cunning and so souple, That long time it was or tyrannie, Or any vice durst in him encouple.
Senek his maister was, of which I deuise, Because Nero had of him such drede, For he for his vices would him chastise Discreetly as by word, and not by dede, Sir he would say, an Emperour mote nede Be vertuous, and hate tyrannie.

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For which he made him in a bathe to blede On both his armes, till he must die.
This Nero had eke a customaunce In youth ayenst his maister to rise: And afterward, him thought great grevaunce Because he often would him chastise. Therefore he made him to die in this wise. He chose in a bathe to die in this manere, Rather than to have another turmentise: And thus hath Nero slaine his maister dere.
Now fell it so, that fortune list no longer The high pride of Nero to cherishe: For tho he were strong, yet was she stronger, She thought thus, by God I am too nice To set a man, that is fulfilled of vice, In high degree, and an Emperour him call: By God out of his seat I woll him trice, When he least weneth, soonest shall he fall.
The people rose upon him on a night For his defaut, and when he it aspied, Out of his dores anon he hath him dight Alone, and there he wend have been allied, He knocked fast, and aye the more he cried, The faster shet they the dores all: Tho wist he well he had himselfe beguiled, And went his way, no lenger durst he call.
The people cried & rombled up and down, That with his ears he heard how they saied Where is this false tyrant? this Neroun, For feare full neere out of his wit he braied, And to his gods right pitously he praied For succour, but it might not betide: For drede of this him thought that he deid, And ran into a garden him to hide.
And in this garden found he chorles twey Sitting by a fire great and red, And to the chorles two he gan to prey To slea him, and to gird off his hed, That to his body, when he were ded, Were no despite done for his defame. Himselfe he slough, he could no better red, Of which fortune lough & had then game.
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