531 She knew myn herte, and eek my privetee, She knew my heart, and also my secrets, 532 Bet than oure parisshe preest, so moot I thee! The flour is gone; there is no more to tell; The bran, as I best can, now I must sell; But he was paid back, by God and by Saint Joce! Now will I die, I may no longer speak.' 271 And seyst it is an hard thyng for to welde And thou sayest it is a hard thing to control 272 A thyng that no man wole, his thankes, helde. By God, I have my tale ageyn. 627 What sholde I seye but, at the monthes ende, What should I say but, at the month's end, 628 This joly clerk, Jankyn, that was so hende, This jolly clerk, Jankin, that was so courteous, 629 Hath wedded me with greet solempnytee, Has wedded me with great solemnity, 630 And to hym yaf I al the lond and fee And to him I gave all the land and property 631 That evere was me yeven therbifoore. And near he came, and kneeled gently down. Well may that be a proverb of a scoundrel! Then from what should virginity grow? And if I have a close friend or an acquaintance. Believed that I had of him so great affection! ", 854 "Al redy, sire," quod she, "right as yow lest, "All ready, sir," she said, "right as you please, 855 If I have licence of this worthy Frere." I will envy no virginity. Who painted the lion, tell me who? 772 He spak moore harm than herte may bithynke, He spoke more harm than heart may imagine, 773 And therwithal he knew of mo proverbes And concerning this he knew of more proverbs 774 Than in this world ther growen gras or herbes. Upon my peril (I swear), chewed on them never a bit; And know thou why? 197 The thre were goode men, and riche, and olde; The three were good men, and rich, and old; 198 Unnethe myghte they the statut holde Hardly might they the statute hold (pay the debt) 199 In which that they were bounden unto me. 472 Unto this day it dooth myn herte boote Unto this day it does my heart good 473 That I have had my world as in my tyme. 575 I bar hym on honde he hadde enchanted me -- I falsely swore that he had enchanted me -- 576 My dame taughte me that soutiltee -- My mother taught me that trick -- 577 And eek I seyde I mette of hym al nyght, And also I said I dreamed of him all night, 578 He wolde han slayn me as I lay upright, He would have slain me as I lay on my back, 579 And al my bed was ful of verray blood; And all my bed was full of real blood; 580 `But yet I hope that ye shal do me good, `But yet I hope that you shall do me good, 581 For blood bitokeneth gold, as me was taught.'

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