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El amor es una cosa tan libre como el espiritu.
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3440 An hole he fond3440, ful lowe upon a bord, Theras3441 the cat was wont in for to crepe, And at that hole he looked in ful depe3442, And atte laste he hadde of him a sighte.
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Till we be roten, kan we not be rypen?
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A bettre preest, I trowe that nowher noon is. He wayted after no pompe and reverence, 525 Ne maked him a spyced conscience, But Cristes lore, and his apostles twelve, He taughte, and first he folwed it him-selve.
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Aos amantes apresento esta questao: quem o mais desditoso, Arcita ou Palamon? Este avistava a amada todo dia, mas nao podia abandonar o carcere; aquele tinha toda a liberdade, mas nunca mais veria o seu amor.
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la plenitud de la felicidad consistia en el deleite perfecto,
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Las palabras deben corresponder a la accion>>.
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Nature, the vicar of the Almightie Lord.
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Harde is his herte that loveth noughtIn Mey, ...
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Of harmes two the lesse is for to cheese.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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It is nought good a slepyng hound to wake.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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He helde about him alway, out of drede, A world of folke.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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For tyme y-lost may not recovered be.
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I am right sorry for your heavinesse.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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Go, little booke! go, my little tragedie!
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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And of his port as meke as is a mayde.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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He was a verray, parfit gentil knyght.
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A Clerk ther was of Oxenforde also.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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Nowher so bisy a man as he ther nas, And yet he semed bisier than he was.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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His studie was but litel on the Bible.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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For gold in phisike is a cordial; Therefore he loved gold in special.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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Wide was his parish, and houses fer asonder.
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And yet he had a thomb of gold parde.
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The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
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That field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears.
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Up rose the sonne, and up rose Emelie.
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Min be the travaille, and thin be the glorie.
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To maken vertue of necessite.
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Men sholde wedden after hir estat, For youthe and elde is often at debat.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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And brought of mighty ale a large quart.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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The gretteste clerkes been noght wisest men.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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The gretest clerkes ben not the wisest men.
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So was hire joly whistle wel ywette.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, That hath but on hole for to sterten to.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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That he is gentil that doth gentil dedis.
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For thogh we slepe, or wake, or rome, or ryde, Ay fleeth the tyme; it nyl no man abyde.
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This flour of wifly patience.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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Ther nis no werkman, whatsoevere he be, That may bothe werke wel and hastily.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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Therfore bihoveth hire a ful long spoon That shal ete with a feend.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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They demen gladly to the badder end.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal.
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Geoffrey Chaucer |
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Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.
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Ful wys is he that kan hymselven knowe!
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