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sowles as wel old as yong Ye whan that thei ben hastily I songe Nought for to holde a perste Ioly and gay He syngeth noght but o masse on a day Delyuereth out quod he anon the saules Ful

child and god þey þank and herye Whan it was tuo ȝeer old and fro þe breste Departed of his norice on a day This marquys caughte ȝit anoþer leste To tempte his wijf ȝit ofter if he may O

her woneþ an old rebekke That hadde almost as leef to leese hir necke As for to ȝiue a peny of hire good I wil haue twelue pens þough þat sche be wood Or I wille sompne hire to oure

swete seint anne As I wol bere a way þy newe panne , For dette which þou owest me of old Whan þat þou madest þin housbond kukkewold I preyde at home for þy correccioū Thow lixt Ï sche by

lord was keper of þe selle The Reule of sent Maure or of seint Benet By cause þat it was old and somdel streit This ilke monk leet olde þinges pace And held after þe newe world þe space He

heeres This white top writeþ myn olde ȝeres Gras tyme is don my fodder is forage , But yk am old me list not pley for age If þat me liste to speke of Ribaudie With bleryng of a proud

of hire and oþer mo Now wol I graunte of myn mageste By cause allas þat he is blynd and old Lo wher he sitte þe lecchour in þe tree His owne man schal make him kokewold So falle vpon

of age Ialous he was and heeld hir narwe in cage For sche was wylde and ȝong and he was old This Carpunter hadde wedded a newe wyf And after þat he song þe kinges note Ful ofte blessed was

as haue I Dame pertelote I say ȝou trewely By god I hadde leuer þan my scherte For tresoū but he was seuen ȝeer old And þerfore litel tale haþ he told Of eny dreem so holly was his herte

schuln haue no power ne grace þat haþ y maad hire housbonde kokewold Or eny wōman be sche ȝong or old That haþ don synne orrible þat he If any wight be in þis chirche now And men and wōmen

drunke as he sate vp his benche vpright Al sodeynly was he slayn to night , He was perde an old felawe of ȝoures It was me told er ȝe came here to oures Sire Ï þis boye it nedeþ

was wont of old vsage algate His wyf ful redy mette him atte gate A þousend frankes abouen al his costage þat needes moste he wynne in such a viage For wel he knew he stood in such aray And

And certes sire þorugh non auctorite Were in no book , ȝe gentil of honour Seyn þat men schulde an old wijf do fauour And clepe him fader for ȝour gentilnesse , And auctours schal I fynden as I gesse

wex old , and hewed like latoun The colde frosty Sesoun , of Decembre And this was , as theise bookes me remembre And ben descended , there they wolde a byde Aurelius , and this Magicien byside To Britaigne

, mad other for to wynne Her Frenshipe , was nat newe , to bygynne Wel knew he , the old Esculapiūs . And deiscorides , and eke Rusus Olde ypocras , and Galyen Serapyoū , Razis , and Auyȝen

Til þt the pale , Saturnus , the colde That knew so manye , of auentures olde Fond in his old experience , and art That the ful sone , hath plesed euery part As soth is seid , elde

and wonder hye Ryght of the same , is the strete I wrye Vp on the right hand , went old Egeus And on that other side , Duke Theseus With vesseles in here handes , of gold ful fyne

age Ielous he was , held hire narwe in kage For she was wylde , ȝong , and he was old And demed h#299; self , to ben like a Cokewold He knew nat Catou , for his wyt was

euerydel His sweuene , bad h#299; for to kepe h#299; wel Fro tresoun , but he nas but seuene ȝer old And þerfore , litel tale hath he told Of any dreem , so holy was his herte By god

that he Dar nat for shame , of it I shryuen be Or any wōman , be she ȝong or old That hath I maked , hire housbonde Cokewold Swich folk shuln haue , no power ne no grace To

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