"Til on Criseyde it smoot, and ther it stente."
by: Edward Coley Burne-Jones (Artist)
from: The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer: A Facsimile of the William Morris Kelmscott Chaucer (P. 471) - 1958
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"Withinne the temple he wente him forth pleyinge, This Troilus, of every wight aboute, On this lady and now on that lokinge, Wherso she were of toune, or of withoute: And upon cas bifel, that thorugh a route His eye perced, and so depe it wente, Til on Criseyde it smoot, and ther it stente." (p. 473)
"Withinne the temple he wente him forth pleyinge, This Troilus, of every wight aboute, On this lady and now on that lokinge, Wherso she were of toune, or of withoute: And upon cas bifel, that thorugh a route His eye perced, and so depe it wente, Til on Criseyde it smoot, and ther it stente." (p. 473)
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