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The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

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‘My lige lady, generally,’ quod he,<br />

‘Wommen desiren to have sovereynetee<br />

As wel over hir housbond as hir love.’<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Canterbury Tales’ ‘<strong>The</strong> Wife <strong>of</strong> Bath’s Tale’ l. 1037<br />

That he is gentil that dooth gentil dedis.<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Canterbury Tales’ ‘<strong>The</strong> Wife <strong>of</strong> Bath’s Tale’ l. 1170<br />

Venus clerk Ovide,<br />

That hath ysowen wonder wide<br />

<strong>The</strong> grete god <strong>of</strong> Loves name.<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> House <strong>of</strong> Fame’ l. 1487<br />

A thousand tymes have I herd men telle<br />

That ther ys joy in hevene and peyne in helle,<br />

And I acorde wel that it ys so;<br />

But, natheles, yet wot I wel also<br />

That ther nis noon dwellyng in this contree<br />

That eyther hath in hevene or helle ybe,<br />

Ne may <strong>of</strong> hit noon other weyes witen<br />

But as he hath herd seyd or founde it writen;<br />

For by assay ther may no man it preve.<br />

But God forbede but men shulde leve<br />

Wel more thing then men han seen with ye!<br />

Men shal not wenen every thing a lye<br />

But yf himself yt seeth, or elles dooth;<br />

For, God wot, thing is never the lasse sooth,<br />

Thogh every wight ne may it nat ysee.<br />

Bernard the monk ne saugh nat all, pardee!<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Legend <strong>of</strong> Good Women’ ‘<strong>The</strong> Prologue’ l. l<br />

And as for me, though that I konne but lyte,<br />

On bokes for to rede I me delyte,<br />

And to hem yive I feyth and ful credence,<br />

And in myn herte have hem in reverence<br />

So hertely, that ther is game noon<br />

That fro my bokes maketh me to goon,<br />

But yt be seldom on the holyday,<br />

Save, certeynly, whan that the month <strong>of</strong> May<br />

Is comen, and that I here the foules synge,<br />

And that the floures gynnen for to sprynge,<br />

Farewel my bok and my devocioun!<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Legend <strong>of</strong> Good Women’ ‘<strong>The</strong> Prologue’ l. 29<br />

Of al the floures in the mede,

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