This fair lady, in this wise destitute Who wote gif all that Chaucer wrote was Disguised, passèd far out of the town true? of woe, XXXIX. Now green as leaf, now withered and ago. Who had been there and liking for to hear XXXV. With book in hand then come Mercurius, 8 His facund tongue and termis exquisite, 4 Next. |