An Excerpt from “The Life Works of Chaucer”

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“Now welcome, summer, with thy sunne softe, that hast these winter’s wedres overshaketh, and driven away the longe nightes blacke. Saint Valentine, thou art full on high lofte, Thus singen smalle fowles for thy sake. “Now welcome summer, that hast these winter’s wedres overshaketh. Well han they cause for the the gladden ofte.”
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