Nowhere so busy a man as he than he, and yet he seemed busier than he was.
Nowhere so busy a man as he than he, and yet he seemed busier than he was.
For of fortunes sharp adversitee The worst kinde of infortune is this, A man to have ben in prosperitee, And it remembren, when it passed is.
O mercy, dere herte, and help me from
The deeth, for I, whyl that my lyf may laste,
More than my-self wol love yow to my laste.
Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.
His studie was but litel on the bible.
And she was fair as is the rose in May.
Love is blind.
First he wrought, and afterward he taught.
Fortune is a shadow upon a wall.
And as for me, thogh that I can but lyte, On bakes for to rede I me delyte, And to hem yeve I feyth and ful credence, And in myn herte have hem in reverence So hertely, that ther is game noon, That fro my bokes maketh me to goon, But hit be seldom, on the holyday Save, certeynly, when that the month of May Is comen, and that I here the foules singe, And that the floures ginnen for to springe, Farwel my book and my devocion.
For tyme y-lost may not recovered be.
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