The tale of the man of lawe: the pardoneres tale; the second nonnes tale; the chanouns yemannes tale, from the Canterbury tales

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Clarendon Press, 1879 - 282 pages

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Page 119 - To knitte vp al this feste, and make an ende. And lesu, for his grace, wit me sende To shewe yow the wey, in this viage, Of thilke perfit glorious pilgrimage 50 That hyghte Ierusalem celestial.
Page 186 - And giving him solution ; then congeal him ; And then dissolve him ; then again congeal him : For look, how oft I iterate the work, So many times I add unto his virtue.
Page 53 - And on the ground, which is my modres gate, I knokke with my staf, bothe erly and late, And seye, 'leve moder, leet me in!
Page 44 - Hir othes been so grete and so dampnable, That it is grisly for to here hem swere; Our blissed lordes body they to-tere; Hem thoughte Jewes rente him noght y-nough; And ech of hem at otheres sinne lough.
Page 53 - leve moder, leet me in! Lo, how I vanish, flesh, and blood, and skin! Allas! whan shul my bones been at reste? Moder, with yow wolde I chaunge my cheste, That in my chambre longe tyme hath be, Ye ! for an heyre clout to wrappe me ! " But yet to me she wol nat do that grace, For which ful pale and welked is my face.
Page 188 - Well, son, All that I can convince him in is this, The WORK is DONE, bright Sol is in his robe. We have a medicine of the triple soul, The glorified spirit.
Page 51 - That in this contree al the peple sleeth, And with his spere he smoot his herte a-two, And wente his wey with-outen wordes mo. He hath a thousand slayn this pestilence : And, maister, er ye come in his presence, Me thinketh that it were necessarie For to be war of swich an adversarie: Beth redy for to mete him evermore. Thus taughte me my dame, I sey na-more.
Page 7 - O firste moevyng! cruel firmament, With thy diurnal sweigh that crowdest ay And hurlest al from est til Occident That naturelly wolde holde another way...
Page 205 - These animals were to symbolise the gradations of ebriety. When a man begins to drink, he is meek and ignorant as the lamb, then becomes bold as the lion ; his courage is soon transformed into the foolishness of the ape, and at last he wallows in the mire like a sow.
Page 186 - I'll believe That Alchemy is a pretty kind of game, Somewhat like tricks o' the cards, to cheat a man With charming.

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