Chaucer to Donne

Chaucer to Donne

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1881 edition. Excerpt: ...grief begun.' Then like the lark that passed the night, In heavy sleep with cares oppressed; Yet when she spies the pleasant light, She sends sweet notes from out her breast. S0 sing I now because I think ' How joys approach, when sorrows shrink. And as fair Philomene again Can watch and sing when other sleep; And taketh pleasure in her pain, T0 wray the woe that makts her weep. So sing I now for to bevray The loathsome life I lead alway. The which to thee dear wench I write, That know'st my mirth but not my moan: I pray God grant thee deep delight, To live in joys when I am gone. I cannot live; it will not be: I die to think to part from thee. PIERS PLOUGHMAN. From The Steel Glass Behold him, priests, and though he stink of sweat, Dlsdain him not: for shall I tell you what? Such climb to heaven before the shaven crowns: But how? forsooth with true humility. Not that they hoard their grain when it is cheap, Nor that they kill the calf to have the milk, 1 Nor that they set debate between their lords, By earing up the balks that part their bounds: Nor for because they can both crouch and creep (The guileful'st men that ever God yet made) When as they mean most mischief and deceit, Nor that they can cry out on landlords loud, And say they rack their rents an ace too high, VVhen they themselves do sell their landlord's lamb For greater price than ewe was wont be worth. (I see you Piers, my glass was lately scoured.) But for they feed with fruits of their great pains Both king and knight and priests in cloister pent: Therefore I say that sooner some of them Shall scale the walls which lead us up to heaven, Than cornfed beasts, whose belly is their God, Although they preach of more perfection. EPILOGUS. Alas, (my lord), more

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  • Paperback | 178 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 10mm | 327g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236950259
  • 9781236950253