Thou shalt make castels thanne in Spayne And dreme of joye,
all but in vayne.
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Ac thorugh his science soothy was nevere no soule ysaved, Ne broght by hir bokes to blisse ne to joye.
william langland"De chiens, d'oyseaulx, d'armes, d'amous,"Chascun le dit a la vollee,"Pour une joye cent doulours."
françois villonThe lyf so short, the craft so longe to lerne. Th’ assay so hard, so sharp the conquerynge, The dredful joye, alwey that slit so yerne; Al this mene I be love.
Geoffrey Chaucer