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...em. 

The wife—and she is not one jot less than the husband; 
The daughter—and she is just as good as the son; 
The mother—and she is every bit as much as the father. 

Offspring of ignorant and poor, boys apprenticed to trades,
Young fellows working on farms, and old fellows working on farms, 
Sailor-men, merchant-men, coasters, immigrants, 
All these I see—but nigher and farther the same I see; 
None shall escape me, and none shall wish to escape me. 

I bring w...Read more of this...

...La cheminée
voulait
mettre un point,
à la proposition
que le chemin
de mes rêves
a collée
sur le mot bonheur,
avec des flammes
du bois mouille
que j’ai ramasse
de mon âme
et que j’avais osé
de le transformer en cendre....Read more of this...

...of wyne.
Gawan, that sate bi the quene,
To the kyng he can enclyne:
"I beseche now with sayghez sene
This melly mot be myne.
"Wolde yghe, worthilych lorde," quoth Wawan to the kyng,
"Bid me boyghe fro this benche, and stonde by yow there,
That I wythoute vylanye myyght voyde this table,
And that my legge lady lyked not ille,
I wolde com to your counseyl bifore your cort ryche.
For me think hit not semly, as hit is soth knawen,
Ther such an askyng is heu...Read more of this...

...t pert nose­the pearly teeth, 
With the small dimpled chin beneath,­ 
The social converse, gay and free, 
The smart BON-MOT and REPARTEE. 

ITALIA boasts the melting fair, 
The pointed step, the haughty air, 
Th' empassion'd tone, the languid eye, 
The song of thrilling harmony; 
Insidious LOVE conceal'd in smiles 
That charms­and as it charms beguiles. 

View GRECIAN MAIDS, whose finish'd forms 
The wond'ring sculptor's fancy warms! 
There let thy ravish'd eye behold...Read more of this...

..."My heart they will not ache:
If people starve for want of bread
 Let them eat cake."

The Court re-echoed her bon mot;
 It rang around the land,
Till masses wakened from their woe
 With scyth and pick in hand.
It took a careless, callous phrase
 To rouse the folk forlorn:
A million roared the Marseillaise:
 Freedom was born.

And so to Marie Antoinette
 Let's pay a tribute due;
Humanity owes her a debt,
 (Ironical, it's true).
She sparked world revolution re...Read more of this...

...be;
Ne no-thing asketh so grete attendaunces
As doth youre lay, and that knowe alle ye; 
But that is not the worste, as mote I thee;
But, tolde I yow the worste poynt, I leve,
Al seyde I sooth, ye wolden at me greve!

'But tak this, that ye loveres ofte eschuwe,
Or elles doon of good entencioun, 
Ful ofte thy lady wole it misconstrue,
And deme it harm in hir opinioun;
And yet if she, for other enchesoun,
Be wrooth, than shalt thou han a groyn anoon:
Lord! wel is him that may ...Read more of this...

...me y-wis,' quod she,
And up she roos, and by the hond in hye
She took him faste, and seyde, 'This night thrye,
To goode mote it turne, of yow I mette!' 
And with that word she doun on bench him sette.

'Ye, nece, ye shal fare wel the bet,
If god wole, al this yeer,' quod Pandarus;
'But I am sory that I have yow let
To herknen of your book ye preysen thus; 
For goddes love, what seith it? tel it us.
Is it of love? O, som good ye me lere!'
'Uncle,' quod she, 'your maist...Read more of this...

...do me shewe of thy swetnesse. --
Caliope, thy vois be now present, 
For now is nede; sestow not my destresse,
How I mot telle anon-right the gladnesse
Of Troilus, to Venus heryinge?
To which gladnes, who nede hath, god him bringe!

Explicit prohemium Tercii Libri.

Incipit Liber Tercius.


 Lay al this mene whyle Troilus, 
Recordinge his lessoun in this manere,
'Ma fey!' thought he, 'Thus wole I seye and thus;
Thus wole I pleyne unto my lady dere;
That word is goo...Read more of this...

...eth for drede of that I moot endyte.

For how Criseyde Troilus forsook, 
Or at the leste, how that she was unkinde,
Mot hennes-forth ben matere of my book,
As wryten folk through which it is in minde.
Allas! That they sholde ever cause finde
To speke hir harm; and if they on hir lye, 
Y-wis, hem-self sholde han the vilanye.

O ye Herines, Nightes doughtren three,
That endelees compleynen ever in pyne,
Megera, Alete, and eek Thesiphone;
Thou cruel Mars eek, fader t...Read more of this...

...pe it for a remembraunce. 

'For wel I fele, by my maladye,
And by my dremes now and yore ago,
Al certeinly, that I mot nedes dye.
The owle eek, which that hight Ascaphilo,
Hath after me shright alle thise nightes two. 
And, god Mercurie! Of me now, woful wrecche,
The soule gyde, and, whan thee list, it fecche!'

Pandare answerde, and seyde, 'Troilus,
My dere freend, as I have told thee yore,
That it is folye for to sorwen thus, 
And causeles, for whiche I can no-...Read more of this...

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