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Seite 289 - Somtyme with the lord of Palatye, Ageyn another hethen in Turkye : And evermore he hadde a sovereyn prys. And though that he were worthy, he was wys, And of his port as meke as is a mayde. He never yet no vileinye ne sayde 70 In al his lyf, un-to no maner wight. He was a verray parfit gentil knight.
Seite 342 - My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations ; knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.
Seite 293 - For his science, and for his high renoun, Of fees and robes had he many on. So grete a pourchasour was nowher non.
Seite 346 - Thus saith the Lord, Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls.
Seite 299 - But dwelte at hoom, and kepte wel his folde, So that the wolf ne made it nat miscarie; He was a shepherde and no mercenarie. And though he holy were, and vertuous, He was to sinful man nat despitous, Ne of his speche daungerous ne digne, But in his teching discreet and benigne.
Seite 239 - They oghte rather with me for to holde, For that I of Creseyde wroot or tolde, Or of the Rose; what so myn auctour mente, Algate, God woot, yt was myn entente 471 To forthrcn trouthe in love and yt cheryce, And to ben war fro falsnesse and fro vice By swich ensample; this was my menynge.
Seite 335 - Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek; Or call up him that left half-told The story of Cambuscan bold...
Seite 342 - Behold, we count them happy which endure. Ye have heard of the patience of Job, and have seen the end of the Lord; that the Lord is very pitiful, and of tender mercy.
Seite 237 - And maketh it soune after his fyngerynge, Ryght so mowe ye oute of myn herte bringe Swich vois, ryght as yow lyst, to laughe or pleyne. Be ye my gide and lady sovereyne ! As to myn erthely god to yow I calle, 95 Bothe in this werk and in my sorwes alle.