English Masterpieces, 1. köideP. Owen, 1957 |
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... quod he , " my maister and my lord , Now draweth cut , for that is myn acord . Cometh neer , " quod he , " my lady prioresse ; And ye , sir clerk , lat be your shamfastnesse , Ne studieth noght ; ley hond to , every man . " Anon to ...
... quod he , " my maister and my lord , Now draweth cut , for that is myn acord . Cometh neer , " quod he , " my lady prioresse ; And ye , sir clerk , lat be your shamfastnesse , Ne studieth noght ; ley hond to , every man . " Anon to ...
Page 130
... quod I , " why wiltow lette " 7 More of my tale than another man , Sin that it is the beste rym I can ? " 47 me 48 " By god , " quod he , " for pleynly , at a word , Thy drasty ryming is nat worth a tord ; Thou doost nought elles but ...
... quod I , " why wiltow lette " 7 More of my tale than another man , Sin that it is the beste rym I can ? " 47 me 48 " By god , " quod he , " for pleynly , at a word , Thy drasty ryming is nat worth a tord ; Thou doost nought elles but ...
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... quod he , " I shrewe 89 us bothe two , And first I shrewe my - self , bothe blood and bones , If thou bigyle me ofter than ones . Thou shalt na - more , thurgh thy flaterye , Do me to singe and winke with myn yë . For he that winketh ...
... quod he , " I shrewe 89 us bothe two , And first I shrewe my - self , bothe blood and bones , If thou bigyle me ofter than ones . Thou shalt na - more , thurgh thy flaterye , Do me to singe and winke with myn yë . For he that winketh ...
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MIDDLE ENGLISH LITERATURE | 58 |
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 97 |
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