The Canterbury stories is the gathering of brief tales via Geoffrey Chaucer now dropped at you during this new version of the undying vintage
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He was once, I trowe, a twenty wintry weather previous, and that i used to be fourty, if I shal seye sooth; yet but I hadde alwey a coltes the teeth. Gat-tothed i used to be, and that bicam me weel; I hadde the prente of sëynt Venus seel. As aid me god, i used to be a lusty oon, And faire and riche, and yong, and wel bigoon; And trewely, as myne housbondes tolde me, I had the beste quoniam mighte be. For certes, i'm al Venerien In felinge, and myn herte is Marcien. Venus me yaf my lust, my likerousnesse, And Mars yaf me my good hardinesse Myn ascendent was once Taur, and Mars ther-inne. Allas! alias! that ever love used to be sinne! I folwed ay myn inclinacioun via vertu of my constellacioun; That made me I coude noght withdrawe My chambre of Venus from a superb felawe. yet but I was hoping that he should still do me stable, For blood betokens gold, as i used to be taught. And all used to be false—I dreamed of it correct now not, yet as I constantly my dame’s lore besides with this as different issues extra. yet now, sire, enable me see, what was once I announcing? Aha! by means of God, i've got my story back. while that my fourth husband was once on his bier, I wept in fact, and wore a sorry expression As better halves needs to, for it's the customized, And with my kerchief lined my face; yet simply because i used to be supplied with a mate, I wept yet little, and i claim. To church used to be my husband borne within the morning With friends, who for him made sorrow; And Jankin our pupil used to be a type of. So aid me God! whilst I observed him stroll After the bier, me suggestion he had a couple Of legs and of toes so neat and reasonable, that every one my center I gave to his carry. He was once, i think, twenty winters outdated, and that i was once 40, if I shall say correct; yet but I had regularly a colt’s urge for food. Gap-toothed i used to be, and that grew to become me good; I had the birthmark of Saint Venus’ seal. 12 So support me God, i used to be a lusty one, And reasonable, and wealthy, and younger; and really, as my husbands informed me, I had the easiest pudendum13 that would be. For definitely, i'm all Venerian In feeling, and my center is Martian: Venus gave me my lust, my lecherousness, And Mars gave me my good boldness; My ascendant used to be Taurus, and Mars therein. 14 sadly! regrettably! that ever love was once sin! I constantly my inclination by way of advantage of my constellation; in order that i couldn't withhold My chamber of Venus from an exceptional fellow. but have I Martes mark up-on my face, and likewise in one other privee position. For, god so wis be my savacioun, I ne enjoyed by no means through no discrecioun, yet ever folwede myn appetyt, Al have been he brief or lengthy, or blak or whyt: I took no kepe, in order that he lyked me, How pore he used to be, ne eek of what measure. What sholde I seye, yet, on the monthes ende, This joly clerk Jankin, that was once so hende, Hath wedded me with greet solempnitee, And to him yaf I al the lond and rate That ever was once me yeven ther-bifore; yet in a while repented me ful sore. He nolde suffre not anything of my checklist. through god, he smoot me ones at the checklist, For that I rente out of his booklet a leef, That of the strook myn ere wex al deef. Stiborn i used to be as is a leonesse, And of my tonge a verray jangleresse, And walke I wolde, as I had doon biforn, From hous to hous, al-though he had it sworn.