 | John Dryden, Walter Scott - 1808 - 490 sayfa
...almost for fere I dey : This caused me my groning douteles. Avoy, quod she ; fy on you herteles. Alas ! quod she, for by that God above Now han ye lost myn herte and all my love : I cannot love a coward by my faith ; For certes, what so any woman saith, We al desiren,... | |
 | John Dryden - 1808 - 496 sayfa
...almost for fere I dey : This caused me my groning douteles. Av,)y, quod she ; fy on you herteles. Alas ! quod she, for by that God above Now han ye lost myn hcrte and all my love : I cannot love a coward by my faith ; For certes, what so any woman saith, We... | |
 | Geoffrey Chaucer, Thomas Tyrwhitt - 1822 - 308 sayfa
...for fere 1 dey : This caused me my groning douteles. 14913 Away, quod she, fy on you herteles. Alas ! quod she, for by that God above Now han ye lost myn herte and all my love ; I cannot love a coward by my faith. For certes, what so any woman saith, We all desiren,... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 452 sayfa
...almost for fere I dey: This caused me my groning douteles. Avoy, quod she, fy on you herteles. Alas ! quod she, for by that God above Now han ye lost myn herte and all my love; I cannot love a coward by my faith. For certes, what so any woman saith, We all desiren,... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 806 sayfa
...lo, my tale is this.' Chaucer. The Sguiera Talc. ' A voy,' quod she ; ' fy on you hertelet ! Alas/ quod she, ' for, by that God above. Now han ye lost myn herte and all my love ; I cannot love a coward, by my faith.' Id. The Ifonaei Preeslcs Tale. Vein-healing vcrven,... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 826 sayfa
...and lo, my tale is this.' Chaucer. The Sjuiera Tale. ' Avoy,' quod she ; ' fy on you herlelet! Alas,' quod she, • for, by that God above, Now han ye lost myn herle and all my love ; I cannot love a coward, by my faith.' Id. The ffonnet Preutct Tale. Vein-healing... | |
 | Geoffrey Chaucer, Charles Dunham Deshler - 1847 - 736 sayfa
...almost for fere I dey : This caused me my groning douteles. Avoy,1 quod she, fy on you herteles, Alas ! quod she, for by that God above Now han ye lost myn herte and all my love ; I cannot love a coward by my faith. For certes, what so any woman saith,f We all desiren,... | |
 | Geoffrey Chaucer - 1854 - 650 sayfa
...almost for fere I dey: This caused me my groning douteles. Avoy, quod she, fy on you herteles.2 Alas ! quod she, for by that God above Now han ye lost myn herte and all my love ; I cannot love a coward by my faith. For certes, what so any woman saith, We all desiren,... | |
 | Geoffrey Chaucer - 1856 - 622 sayfa
...almost for fere I dey : This caused me my groning douteles. Avoy, quod she, fy on you herteles.* Alas ! quod she, for by that God above Now han ye lost myn herte and all my love; I cannot love a coward by my faith. For certes, what so any woman saith, We all desiren,... | |
 | Alexander Henley Grant - 1865 - 414 sayfa
...fere I dey ; This caused me my groning douteles." '" Avoy," quod she, "fy on you herteles.3 Alas ! " quod she, " for by that God above, Now han ye lost myn herte and all my love ; I cannot love a coward, by my faith, For certes, what so any woman saith, We all desiren,... | |
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Ne him that is agast of every tool, Ne noon avauntour, by that god above! How dorste ye seyn for shame unto your love, That any thing mighte make yow aferd? 
