Romaunt of the Rose; Troilus and Crseide, and the Minor Poems Volume 3

Romaunt of the Rose; Troilus and Crseide, and the Minor Poems Volume 3

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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. 1846 edition. Excerpt: ...that jelousie it knewe, They might lightly lay hir heed to borowe, Somtime envious folke with tonges horowe, Depraven hem alas, whom may they please, But he be false, no lover hath his ease. But what availeth such a long sermoun, Of aventures of love un and doun, I wol retourne and speaken of my paine, The point is this of my distruction, My right lady, my salvacioun, Is in affray, and not to whom to plaine, O herte sweete, O lady soveraine, For your disease I ought wel swoun and swelt, Though I none other harme ne drede felt. To what fine made the God that sit so hie, Beneth him love or other companie, ' And straineth folke to love manger hir heed, And than hir joy for aught I can espie, Ne lasteth not the twinckling of an eye, And some have never joy till they be deed, What meaneth this, what is this mistiheed, Wherto constraineth he his folke so fast, Thing to desire but it should last. And though he made a lover love a thing, And. maketh it seem stedfast and during, Yet putteth he in it soch misaventure, That rest n'is there in his yeving. And that is wonder that so just a king, Doth such hardnesse to his creature, Thus whether love breake or els dure, Algates he that hath with love to doon, Hath otter wo, than chaunged is the Moon. It seemeth he hath to lovers enmite, And like a fisher, as men may all day se, Baited his angle hoke with some pleasance, Til many a fish is wood till that he be Ceased therwith, and than at erst hath he All his desire, and therwith all mischaunce, And though the line breke he hath penaunce, For with that hoke he wounded is so sore, That he his wages hath for evermore. The broche of Thebes was of soch kinde, So full of rubies and of stones of Inde, That every wight that set on it an eye, He wende...
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  • Paperback | 86 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 168g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236953940
  • 9781236953940