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Seite 15 - 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; And this figure he added eek ther-to, That if gold ruste, what shal iren do?
Seite 9 - A CLERK ther was of Oxenford also That un-to logik hadde longe y-go. As lene was his hors as is a rake, And he nas nat right fat, I undertake, But loked holwe, and ther-to soberly. Ful thredbar was his overest courtepy; For he had geten him yet no benefyce, Ne was so worldly for to have offyce.
Seite 1 - 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. And shortly, whan the sonne was to reste, So hadde I spoken with hem everichon...
Seite 633 - ... of thise spices of pride is signe of that other, right as the gay levesell at the Taverne is signe of the win that is in the celler.
Seite 15 - Him wolde he snybbe scharply for the nones. A bettre preest I trowe ther nowher non is. He waytud after no pompe ne reverence, Ne maked him a spiced conscience, But Cristes lore, and his apostles twelve, He taught, and ferst he folwed it himselve.
Seite 61 - With him ther wenten knightes many on. Som wol ben armed in an habergeon, And in a brest plate, and in a gipon...
Seite 376 - Thou art a squier, and he is a knyght. But God forbede, for his blisful myght, But if a clerk koude doon a gentil dede As wel as any of yow, it is no drede!
Seite 4 - Upon his arm he bar a gay bracer, And by his syde a swerd and a bokeler, And on that other syde a gay daggere, Harneised wel, and sharp as point of spere; A Cristofre on his brest of silver shene.
Seite 111 - We olde men, I drede, so fare we: Til we be roten, kan we nat be rype ; We hoppen alwey whil the world wol pype.