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Page 274 - A good man was ther of religioun, And was a povre PERSOUN of a toun ; But riche he was of holy thoght and werk. He was also a lerned man, a clerk, That Cristes gospel trewely wolde preche ; His parisshens devoutly wolde he teche.
Page 326 - What is this world? what asketh men to have? Now with his love, now in his colde grave Allone, with-outen any companye.
Page 262 - Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote WHAN that Aprille with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich licour Of which vertu engendred is the flour...
Page 270 - Sownynge in moral vertu was his speche, And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.
Page 270 - For his science, and for his heigh renoun, Of fees and robes hadde he many oon. So greet a purchasour was nowher noon. Al was fee simple to him in effect, His purchasing mighte nat been infect. Nowher so bisy a man as he ther nas, And yet he semed bisier than he was.
Page 357 - The gees for fere flowen over the trees ; Out of the hyve cam the swarm of bees ; So hidous was the noyse, a...
Page 281 - Or feyne thing, or finde wordes newe. He may nat spare, al-thogh he were his brother; He moot as wel seye o word as another. Crist spak him-self fill brode in holy writ, And wel ye woot, no vileinye is it. Eek Plato seith, who-so that can him rede, The wordes mote be cosin to the dede.
Page 346 - Ware the sonne in his ascencioun Ne fynde yow nat repleet of humours hote; And if it do, I dar wel leye a grote, That ye shul have a fevere terciane, Or an agu, that may be youre bane.
Page 263 - Somtyme with the lord of Palatye, Ageyn another hethen in Turkye : And evermore he hadde a sovereyn prys. And though that he were worthy, he was wys, And of his port as meke as is a mayde.
Page 277 - Now is nat that of God a ful fair grace, That swich a lewed mannes wit shal pace The wisdom of an heep of lerned men?