• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

, thyn gret worthynesse That I ne may , the weight nat Sustene But as a child , of twelmoneth old or lasse That can vnethe , any word expersse Right so fare I , therfore I ȝow preye Gydeth

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

smale There was a Monk , a fair man and a bold I trowe a thretty wynter , he was old That euere in oon , was drawyng to that place This ȝonge Monk , that was so fair of

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

oughte I now suffise Fyue houres for to slepe , vp on a nyght But it were , for an old , appalled wyght As ben theise wedded men , that lye and dare As in a fourme , syt

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

be god , in wele and habundaunce Trentals qd he , delyueren fro penaunce Here frendes soules , as wel old as ȝonge ȝa , whan that they ben , hastily I songe Nat for toholden a prest , Ioly

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

al his contree merye Was for this child , and god they thanke and herye Whan it was two yeer old , and fro the brest Departed of his norice , on a day This Markys , caughte yet another

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

my lust , and therfore wolde I fayn That thyn were , al swich manere gouernaūce Thow knowest eek of old al my plesaūce Thogh thyn array be badde and yuel biseye Do thou thy deuoir at the leeste weye

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

And haue an Ax , and sōme a Mace of steel Ther is no newe gyse , that it nas old Armed were they , as I haue yow told Euerych , after his opinioū Ther maistow seen , comynge

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

soth is seyd , algate I fynde it trewe For in effect it preuede is in me Loue is not old , as whā þt it is newe But sertis lord for noon aduercite To deyen in þe cas it

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

only he but al his court merye Was for this child god þey thākede herye Whan it was two ȝeer old fro the brest Departede of his norysse on a day This Markis caughte ȝet a nothir lest To tempte

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

ordenaūce Aftyr myn lust þerfore wolde I fayn That thȳ were , al swich manere gouernaūce Thow knowyst ek of old , al myn plesaūce Thow thyn aray be badde euele be seye Do þè thyn deuer , at the

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

fel þt onys on a day This somenour euere waytȳge on hyse pray Wente for to somoūne a wedewe an old rybibe Feynȳge a cause for he wolde brybe And happede he saw by fore hȳ ryde A gay ȝeman

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

lord was kepere of the selle The reule of seynt Maur , of seynt benyght Be cause that it was old sūdel streyt This ilke monk let olde thȳge pace And held aftyr the newe world the space He ȝaf

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

an hare But al mote ben asayed hot or cold A man mot nede ben a fol or ȝong or old I wote it be myn self ful ȝore agon For in myn tyme a seruaūt was I on And

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

told In al þõ route nas þere ȝyng ne old That he ne seyde , it nas a noble story And worthy for to drawe to memory And nameli þõ gentilis euerychon Oure ost lough and swor so mote I

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

as soth as god Is kyng To take a wyf it is aglorious thyng And nemely whā a man is old hore Thāne is a wyf the freut of his tresore Thāne schulde he take a ȝong wyf a fayr

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

chees Nought for no coueytyse douteles But only for the loue I hadde to the And thow that I be old may not se Beth to me trewe I telle ȝow whi Thre thyngis certis schul ȝe wȳne þer by

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

ȝe nat this honurable knyght By cause allas that he is blynd old His owene man schal make hym Cokewold Lo heere he sit the lecchour in the tree Now wele I graūtyn of myn mageste On to this olde

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

ȝer sche was of age Ielous he was held here narwe ī cage For sche was wilde ȝyng he was old And demede hȳ self , ben lyk a coukewold He knew not catoū for hese wit was rude That

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

o wilful auter holy cros Reed of the lambis blod ful of pite That wesche þe world from old iniquite Me frō the fend frō hese clawis kepe That day þt I schal drenchȳ in þe deepe Victorious tre protexioū

• The Norman Blake Editions of The Canterbury Tales

furlong wey or to To pleyen to romyn too fro And in hire walk þis blynde man þey mette Crokid old with eyen faste schette In name of cryst cryede þis blynde Erytoun Dame hermengelt ȝif me myn syȝt a