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Sivu 13
His lordes sheep , his neet , his dayerye , His swyn , his hors , his stoor , and his pultrye , 600 Was hoolly in this reves governing , And by his covenaunt yaf the rekening , Sin that his lord was twenty yeer of age ; Ther coude no ...
His lordes sheep , his neet , his dayerye , His swyn , his hors , his stoor , and his pultrye , 600 Was hoolly in this reves governing , And by his covenaunt yaf the rekening , Sin that his lord was twenty yeer of age ; Ther coude no ...
Sivu 20
10 80 90 < And certes , lord , to abyden your presence , Here in the temple of the goddesse Clemence We han ben wagtinge al this fourtenight ; Now help us , lord , sith it is in thy might . I wrecche , which that wepe and waille thus ...
10 80 90 < And certes , lord , to abyden your presence , Here in the temple of the goddesse Clemence We han ben wagtinge al this fourtenight ; Now help us , lord , sith it is in thy might . I wrecche , which that wepe and waille thus ...
Sivu 37
That lord hath litel of discrecioun , That in swich cas can no divisioun , But weyeth pryde and humblesse after oon . ' And shortly , whan his ire is thus agoon , He gan to loken up with eyen lighte , And spak thise same wordes al on ...
That lord hath litel of discrecioun , That in swich cas can no divisioun , But weyeth pryde and humblesse after oon . ' And shortly , whan his ire is thus agoon , He gan to loken up with eyen lighte , And spak thise same wordes al on ...
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