Troilus and Criseyde by Geoffrey Chaucer
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And of his song nought only the sentence,
As writ myn autour called Lollius, But pleynly, save our tonges difference, 395 I dar wel sayn, in al that Troilus Seyde in his song, lo! every word right thus As I shal seyn; and who-so list it here, Lo! next this vers, he may it finden here. Cantus Troili. `If no love is, O god, what fele I so? 400 And if love is, what thing and whiche is he! If love be good, from whennes comth my wo? If it be wikke, a wonder thinketh me, Whenne every torment and adversitee That cometh of him, may to me savory thinke; 405 For ay thurst I, the more that I it drinke. `And if that at myn owene lust I brenne, Fro whennes cometh my wailing and my pleynte? If harme agree me, wher-to pleyne I thenne? I noot, ne why unwery that I feynte. 410 O quike deeth, O swete harm so queynte, How may of thee in me swich quantitee, But-if that I consente that it be? `And if that I consente, I wrongfully Compleyne, y-wis; thus possed to and fro, 415 Al sterelees with inne a boot am I A-mid the see, by-twixen windes two, |
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