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From The Merchant's Tale, lines 899-912:
A wax impression is made of the key to the garden
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From The Canterbury Tales:
The Merchant's Tale
lines 913-936: January asks Maia to go with him to the garden

       O noble Ovyde, ful sooth seystou, God woot,
What sleighte is it, thogh it be long and hoot,
915That Love nyl fynde it out in som manere?
By Piramus and Tesbee may men leere;
Thogh they were kept ful longe streite overal,
They been accorded, rownynge thurgh a wal,
Ther no wight koude han founde out swich a sleighte.
920But now to purpos: er that dayes eighte
Were passed, er the month of Juyn, bifil
That Januarie hath caught so greet a wil,
Thurgh eggyng of his wyf, hym for to pleye
In his gardyn, and no wight but they tweye,
925That in a morwe unto his May seith he:
"Rys up, my wyf, my love, my lady free!
The turtles voys is herd, my dowve sweete;
The wynter is goon with alle his reynes weete.
Com forth now, with thyne eyen columbyn!
930How fairer been thy brestes than is wyn!
The gardyn is enclosed al aboute;
Com forth, my white spouse! Out of doute
Thou hast me wounded in myn herte, o wyf!
No spot of thee ne knew I al my lyf.
935Com forth, and lat us taken oure disport;
I chees thee for my wyf and my confort."
       O noble Ovid, truth you say, God wot!
What art is there, though it be long and hot,
915But Love will find it somehow suits his turn?
By Pyramus and Thisbe may men learn;
Though they were strictly kept apart in all,
They soon accorded, whispering through a wall,
Where none could have suspected any gate.
920But now to purpose: before had passed days eight,
And before the first day of July, befell
That January was under such a spell,
Through egging of his wife, to go and play
Within his garden, and no one but they,
925That on a morning to this May said he:
"Rise up, my wife, my love, my lady free;
The turtle's voice is heard, my dove so sweet;
The winter's past, the rain's gone, and the sleet;
Come forth now with your two eyes columbine!
930How sweeter are your breasts than is sweet wine!
The garden is enclosed and walled about;
Come forth, my white spouse, for beyond all doubt
You have me ravished in my heart, O wife!
No fault have I found in you in my life.
935Come forth, come forth, and let us take our sport;
I chose you for my wife and my comfort."

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From The Merchant's Tale, lines 937-947:
Maia stealthly signs to Damian and they go to the garden