The Tale of Man of Lawe: The Pardoneres Tale; the Second Nonnes Tales; the Chanouns Yemannes Tale, from the Canterbury Tales

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Clarendon Press, 1879 - 282 pages
 

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Page 167 - Di caritade, e giuso, intra i mortali, Se' di speranza fontana vivace. Donna, se' tanto grande, e tanto vali, Che qual vuol grazia, ea te non ricorre, Sua disianza vuol volar senz'ali.
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 44 - Now, have I dronke a draughte of corny ale, By god, I hope I shal yow telle a thing That shal, by resoun, been at your lyking.
Page 187 - Your marchesite, your tutie, your magnesia, Your toad, your crow, your dragon, and your panther ; Your sun, your moon, your firmament, your adrop,* Your...
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 167 - Within thy womb was rekindled the Love through whose warmth this flower has thus blossomed in the eternal peace. Here thou art to us the noonday torch of charity, and below, among mortals, thou art the living fount of hope. Lady, thou art so great...
Page 59 - I yow assoile, by myn heigh power, Yow that wol offre, as clene and eek as cleer As ye were born; and, lo, sirs, thus I preche.
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 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 53 - I, lyk a restelees caityf, 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! Lo, how I vanish, flesh, and blood, and skin!

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