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Whilom ther was dwellynge at oxenford A riche gnof, that gestes heeld to bord, And of his craft he was a carpenter. With hym ther was dwellynge a poure scoler,Hadde lerned art, but al his fantasye Was turned for to lerne astrologye, And koude a certeyn of conclusiouns, To demen by interrogaciouns, If that men asked hym in certein houres Whan that men sholde have droghte or elles shoures, Or if men asked hym what sholde bifalle
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Of every thyng; I may nat rekene hem alle. This clerk was cleped hende nicholas.Of deerne love he koude and of solas; And therto he was sleigh and ful privee, And lyk a mayden meke for to see. A chambre hadde he in that hostelrye Allone, withouten any compaignye, Ful fetisly ydight with herbes swoote; And he hymself as sweete as is the roote Of lycorys, or any cetewale. His almageste, and bookes grete and smale, His astrelabie, longynge for his art, His augrym stones layen faire apart, On shelves couched at his beddes heed; His presse ycovered with a faldyng reed; And al above ther lay a gay sautrie, On which he made a-nyghtes melodie So swetely that all the chambre rong; And angelus ad virginem he song;And after that he song the kynges noote.Ful often blessed was his myrie throte.
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Of every thyng; I may nat rekene hem alle. This clerk was cleped hende nicholas.Of deerne love he koude and of solas; And therto he was sleigh and ful privee, And lyk a mayden meke for to see. A chambre hadde he in that hostelrye Allone, withouten any compaignye, Ful fetisly ydight with herbes swoote; And he hymself as sweete as is the roote Of lycorys, or any cetewale. His almageste, and bookes grete and smale, His astrelabie, longynge for his art, His augrym stones layen faire apart, On shelves couched at his beddes heed; His presse ycovered with a faldyng reed; And al above ther lay a gay sautrie, On which he made a-nyghtes melodie So swetely that all the chambre rong; And angelus ad virginem he song;And after that he song the kynges noote.Ful often blessed was his myrie throte.