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"By God," quod he, "I synge nat amys. |
| Phebus," quod he, "for al thy worthynesse, |
250 | For al thy beautee and thy gentillesse, |
| For al thy song and al thy mynstralcye, |
| For al thy waityng, blered is thyn eye |
| With oon of litel reputacioun |
| Noght worth to thee, as in comparisoun |
255 | The montance of a gnat, so moote I thryve, |
| For on thy bed thy wyf I saugh hym swyve." |
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"By God," said he, "I do not sing amiss; |
| Phoebus," said he, "for all your worthiness, |
250 | For all your beauty and your nobleness, |
| For all your song and all your minstrelsy, |
| For all your watching, bleared is your bright eye |
| By one of small repute, as well is known, |
| Not worth, when I compare it with your own, |
255 | The value of a gnat, as I may thrive. |
| For on your bed your wife I saw him swive." |
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