Canterbury Tales, 2. ciltMacmillan, 1907 |
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Sayfa 45 - He that coveiteth is a povre wight, For he wolde han that is nat in his myght; But he that noght hath, ne coveiteth have, Is riche, although ye holde hym but a knave. Verray poverte, it syngeth proprely ; Juvenal seith of poverte myrily : The povre man, whan he goth by the weye, Bifore the theves he may synge and pleye.
Sayfa 19 - It tikleth me aboute myn herte roote ! Unto this day it dooth myn herte boote That I have had my world, as in my tyme. But Age, alias ! that al wole envenyme, Hath me biraft my beautee and my pith...
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