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From The Merchant's Tale, lines 530-537:
Maia sits beautifully
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From The Canterbury Tales:
The Merchant's Tale
lines 538-555: January thinks about consummation of his marriage

       This Januarie is ravysshed in a traunce
At every tyme he looked on hir face;
540But in his herte he gan hire to manace
That he that nyght in armes wolde hire streyne
Harder than evere Parys dide Eleyne.
But nathelees yet hadde he greet pitee
That thilke nyght offenden hire moste he,
545And thoughte, "Allas! O tendre creature,
Now wolde God ye myghte wel endure
Al my corage, it is so sharp and keene!
I am agast ye shul it nat sustene.
But God forbede that I dide al my myght!
550Now wolde God that it were woxen nyght,
And that the nyght wolde lasten everemo.
I wolde that al this peple were ago."
And finally he dooth al his labour,
As he best myghte, savynge his honour,
555To haste hem fro the mete in subtil wyse.
       January was rapt into a trance
With each time that he looked upon her face;
540And in his heart her beauty he'd embrace,
And threatened in his arms to hold her tight,
Harder than Paris Helen did, that night.
But nonetheless great pity, too, had he
Because that night she must deflowered be;
545And thought: "Alas! O tender young creature!
Now would God you may easily endure
All my desire, it is so sharp and keen.
I fear you can't sustain it long, my queen.
But God forbid that I do all I might!
550And now would God that it were come to night,
And that the night would last for ever- oh,
I wish these people would arise and go."
And at the last he laboured all in all,
As best he might for manners there in hall,
555To haste them from the feast in subtle wise.

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From The Merchant's Tale, lines 556-570:
A squire called Damian is at the wedding party