Geoffrey Chaucer

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.

In jalousie I rede eek thou hym bynde
And thou shalt make him couche as doeth a quaille.

In jalousie I rede eek thou hym bynde
And thou shalt make him couche as doeth a quaille.

The thrustelcok made eek hir lay,
The wode dove upon the spray
She sang ful loude and read more

The thrustelcok made eek hir lay,
The wode dove upon the spray
She sang ful loude and cleere.

Nowher so besy a man as he ther was,
And yet he semed bisier than he was.

Nowher so besy a man as he ther was,
And yet he semed bisier than he was.

Frieth in his own grease.

Frieth in his own grease.