Wolde ye bothe eate your cake, and haue your cake?
If that thise men that lovers hem pretende,To women weren feythfull good and trewe,And dreden hem to deceyven or offende,Women, to love hem, wolde nat eschewe;But every day hath man an herte newe:Yt, upon oon, abide can no while.What fore ys it, swich a wight to be-gile?thomas occleve
O maister deere and Fadir reverent,Mi maister Chaucer, flour of eloquence,Mirour of fructuous entendement,O, universel fadir in science!Allas! þat þou thyn excellent prudenceIn þi bed mortel mightist naght by-qwethe;What eiled deth? allas! whi wolde he sle the?thomas occleve
Of studie took he most cure and most hede. Noght o word spak he more than was nede, And that was seyd in forme and reverence, And short and quik, and ful of hy sentence. Souninge in moral vertu was his speche, And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.Geoffrey Chaucer
wolde ye bothe eate your cake, and haue your cake?
And fadir Chaucer fayn wolde han me taght;But I was dul and lernèd lite or naght.Allas! my worthi maister honorable,This landës verray tresor and richesse.thomas occleve
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