The Tale of Sir Thopas
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That bedeþ werre and no þing pees
The heed ful scharpe y grounde
His steede was al dappel gray
It goþ an ambel by þe way
Lo lordes myne heere \ys/ a fytte
If ȝe wole eny more of hitte
Now halde ȝoure mouþe par charite
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Boþe knigħt and lady fre
Of bataile and of chiualry
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Men speke of Romance of prys
Of horn child and of ypotys
Of sire libeus and pleyndamour
But sire Thopas he bereþ þe flour
His goode steed al he bestrod
And forþ vpon his way he glod
As sparcles out of þe bronde
Vpon his crest he bar a tour
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And þer Inne styked a lily flour
God schilde his corps fro schonde
And for he was a knigħt aunterous
He nolde slepen in non hous
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His brighte helme was his wanger
And by him bayteþ his destrer
Hī self drank wat er of þe welle
As dede þe knyȝt sir percyuelle
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So worþili vnderwede /
NOmore of þis for goddes dignite
Quoþ oure hoste for þou makest me
That also wisly god me bles myn eres ake