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From Troilus and Criseyde, Book III, lines 1660-1694:
Troilus, Criseyde and happiness
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Geoffrey Chaucer (1342 - 1400):
Troilus and Criseyde
Book III, lines 1695-1743: Bad times are coming

1695But cruel day, so welawey the stounde!
Gan for to aproche, as they by signes knewe,
For whiche hem thoughte felen dethes wounde;
So wo was hem, that changen gan hir hewe
And day they goonnen to dispyse al newe,
1700Calling it traytour, envyous, and worse,
And bitterly the dayes light they curse.

Quod Troilus, `Allas! Now am I war
That Pirous and tho swifte stedes three,
Whiche that drawen forth the sonnes char,
1705Han goon som by-path in despyt of me;
That maketh it so sone day to be;
And, for the sonne him hasteth thus to ryse,
Ne shal I never doon him sacrifyse!'

But nedes day departe moste hem sone,
1710And whanne hir speche doon was and hir chere,
They twynne anoon as they were wont to done,
And setten tyme of meting eft yfere;
And many a night they wroughte in this manere.
And thus Fortune a tyme ladde in joye
1715Criseyde, and eek this kinges sone of Troye.

In suffisaunce, in blisse, and in singinges,
This Troilus gan al his lyf to lede;
He spendeth, jousteth, maketh festeynges;
He yeveth frely ofte, and chaungeth wede,
1720And held aboute him alwey, out of drede,
A world of folk, as cam him wel of kinde,
The fressheste and the beste he koude fynde;

That swich a voys was of hym and a stevene
Thurgh-out the world, of honour and largesse,
1725That it up rong unto the yate of hevene.
And, as in love, he was in swich gladnesse,
That in his herte he demede, as I gesse,
That there nis lovere in this world at ese
So wel as he, and thus gan love him plese.

1730The godlihede or beautee which that kinde
In any other lady hadde yset
Can not the mountaunce of a knot unbinde,
A-boute his herte, of al Criseydes net.
He was so narwe ymasked and yknet,
1735That it undon on any manere syde,
That nil not been, for ought that may betyde.

And by the hond ful ofte he wolde take
This Pandarus, and into gardin lede,
And swich a feste and swich a proces make
1740Him of Criseyde, and of hir womanhede,
And of hir beautee, that, withouten drede,
It was an hevene his wordes for to here;
And thanne he wolde singe in this manere:

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Canticus Troili: Troilus sings about love