Geoffrey Chaucer - Floures Quotes

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Of al the floures in the mede,
Thanne love I most thise floures white and rede,
Swiche as men callen daysyes in our toun.

Geoffrey Chaucer
Of alle the floures in the mede, Than love I most these floures whyte and rede, Swiche as men callen daysies in our toun..... Til that myn herte dye..... That wel by reson men hit calle may The 'dayesye' or elles the 'ye of day,' The emperice and flour of floures alle. I pray to god that faire mot she falle, And alle that loven floures, for hir sake!

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Whan that the month of May Is comen, and that I here the foules synge, And that the floures gynnen for to sprynge, Farewel my bok, and my devocioun!

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That wel by reson men it calle may
The 'dayesye,' or elles the 'ye of day,'
The emperice and flour of floures alle.

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That well by reason men it call may
The daisie, or els the eye of the day,
The emprise, and floure of floures all.

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Of all the floures in the mede,
Than love I most these floures white and rede,
Soch that men callen daisies in our toun.

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O yonge fresshe folkes, he or she,
In which that love up-groweth with your age,
Repeyreth hoom fro worldly vanitee,
And of your herte up-casteth the visage
To thilke God that after his image
Yow made, and thynketh al nis but a faire
This world, that passeth sone as floures faire.

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May, with alle thy floures and thy grene, Welcome be thou, faire, fresshe May.

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And as for me, thogh that I can but lyte, On bakes for to rede I me delyte, And to hem yeve I feyth and ful credence, And in myn herte have hem in reverence So hertely, that ther is game noon, That fro my bokes maketh me to goon, But hit be seldom, on the holyday; Save, certeynly, when that the month of May Is comen, and that I here the foules singe, And that the floures ginnen for to springe, Farwel my book and my devocion.

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