Geoffrey Chaucer — "A vernycle hadde he sowed upon his cappe. / His walet lay biforn hym in his lapp…"
A vernycle hadde he sowed upon his cappe. / His walet lay biforn hym in his lappe, / Bretful of pardoun, come from Rome al hoot.
A vernycle hadde he sowed upon his cappe. / His walet lay biforn hym in his lappe, / Bretful of pardoun, come from Rome al hoot.
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"The Friar was very fond of playing and played so madly as if he were a puppy-dog in spite of this his eyes twinkled in his head in the same way as the stars do in the frosty night, while playing the h…"
"And thogh a widwe hadde but o sho, So plesaunt was hire song, she wolde have two."
"Full weel she soong the service dyvyne, Entuned in hir nose ful semely."
"And al be that he was a worthy man, He loved gold in special."
"For goddes sake, taak al in pacience Our lordes hestes, and his ordinaunce."
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