Geoffrey Chaucer

She lovede Right fro the firste sighte.

She lovede Right fro the firste sighte.

That of all the floures in the mede,
Thanne love I most these floures white and rede,
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That of all the floures in the mede,
Thanne love I most these floures white and rede,
Suche as men callen daysyes in her toune.

Therefore it behooveth hire a full long spoon
That shal ete with a feend.

Therefore it behooveth hire a full long spoon
That shal ete with a feend.

One eare it heard, at the other out it went.

One eare it heard, at the other out it went.

For of Fortune's sharpe adversite,
The worste kynde of infortune is this,
A man to hav bent read more

For of Fortune's sharpe adversite,
The worste kynde of infortune is this,
A man to hav bent in prosperite,
And it remembren whan it passed is.