"Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote..."

"Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote..."
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"Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote..."

from: The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer: A Facsimile of the William Morris Kelmscott Chaucer (P. 1) -  1958
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"Here Beginneth the Tales of Canterbury and First the Prologue Thereof"

"Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open eye,
So priketh hem nature in hir corages;
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,
To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The hooly blisful martir for to seke,
That hem hath hopen whan that they were seeke." (p. 1)