The Prologue, the Knightes Tale, the Nonne Preestes Tale, from the Canterbury Tales

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Clarendon Press, 1889 - Clarendon Press series - 262 pages

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Page 2 - In felawshipe, and pilgrims were they alle, That toward Caunterbury wolden ryde; The chambres and the stables weren wyde, And wel we weren esed atte beste.
Page 11 - This worthy man ful wel his wit bisette; Ther wiste no wight that he was in dette, 280 So estatly was he of his governaunce, With his bargaynes, and with his chevisaunce.
Page 12 - Ther was also, ful riche of excellence. Discreet he was and of greet reverence — He semed swich, his wordes weren so wise.
Page 8 - A love-knotte in the gretter ende ther was. His heed was balled, that shoon as any glas, And eek his face, as he had been anoint.
Page 27 - Greet chere made our hoste us everichon, And to the soper sette he us anon ; And served us with vitaille at the beste. Strong was the wyn, and wel to drynke us leste. A semely man our hoste was withalle For to been a marshal in an halle ; A large man he was with eyen stepe...
Page 126 - Lo, swich it is for to be recchelees, And necligent, and truste on flaterye. But ye that holden this tale a folye, As of a fox, or of a cok and hen, Taketh the moralitee ~, good men. 620 For seint Paul seith, that al that writen is, (4631) To our doctryne it is y-write, y-wis. Taketh the fruyt, and lat the chaf be stille.
Page 18 - Up-on his feet, and in his hand a staf. This noble ensample to his sheep he yaf, That first he wroghte, and afterward he taughte ; Out of the gospel he tho wordes caughte...
Page 2 - Of ech of hem, so as it semed me, And whiche they weren, and of what degree, 40 And eek in what array that they were inne; And at a knyght than wol I first bigynne.
Page 21 - Now is nat that of God a ful fair grace, That swich a lewed mannes wit shal pace The wisdom of an heep of lerned men?
Page 12 - And every statut coude he pleyn by rote. He rood but hoomly in a medlee cote Girt with a ceint of silk, with barres smale; Of his array telle I no lenger tale.

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