Geoffrey Chaucer - Hir Quotes

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Ful weel she soong the service dyvyne,
Entuned in hir nose ful semely,
And Frenssh she spak ful faire and fetisly,
After the scole of Stratford atte Bowe,
For Frenssh of Parys was to hire unknowe.

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A womman cast hir shame away,
Whan she cast of hir smok.

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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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Men sholde wedden after hir estat,
For youthe and elde is often at debat.

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'My lige lady, generally,' quod he, 'Wommen desyren to have sovereyntee As well over hir housbond as hir love.'

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Thus with hir fader for a certeyn space
Dwelleth this flour of wyfly pacience,
That neither by hir wordes ne hir face
Biforn the folk, ne eek in her absence,
Ne shewed she that hir was doon offence.

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"My lige lady, generally," quod he,
"Wommen desiren have sovereynetee As well over hir housbond as hir love."

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Wommen desiren to have sovereynetee
As wel over hir housbond as hir love.

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Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swych licour
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halve cours yronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open ye
(So priketh hem nature in hir corages);
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages.

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