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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Title: 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.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Publication: London :: [s.n.],; 1687.
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Subject terms: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
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¶Lamant.

THus taught and preached hath Reason,
But Love spilt her Sermon,
That was so imped in my thought,
That her doctrine I set at nought,
And yet ne sayd she never a dele,
That I ne understood it wele,
Word by word the matter all,
But unto Love I was so thrall,
Which calleth over all his praie,
He chaseth so my thought aie,
And holdeth mine heart under his sele,
As trustie and true as any stele:
So that no devotion
Ne had I in the Sermon
Of dame Reason, ne of her rede
I tooke no soiour in mine hede.
For all yede out at one ere
That in that other she did lere,
Fully on me she lost her lore
Her speech me greeved wonder sore.

THat unto her for ire I said
For anger, as I did abraid:
Dame, and is it your will algate,
That I not Love, but that I hate
All men, as ye me teach,
For if I doe after your speach,
Sith that you seine Love is not good,
Then must I needs say with mood
If I it leve, in hatred aie
Liven, and void love awaie,
From me a sinfull wretch,
Hated of all that tetch,
I may not go none other gate,
For either must I love or hate,
And if I hate men of new,
More than Love it woll me rew
As by your preching seemeth mee
For Love nothing ne praiseth thee
Ye yeve good counsaile sikerly
That precheth me all day, that I
Should not loues lore alowe,
He were a foole woulde you not trowe?
In Speech also ye han me taught,
Another Love that knowne is naught
Which I have heard you not repreve,
To love each other by your leve,
If ye would diffine it mee,
I would gladly here to see,
At the least if I may lere
Of sundrie Love the manere.