"...whan that I hadde songe, Me thoughte she leyde a greyn upon my tonge..."
by: Edward Coley Burne-Jones (Artist)
from: The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer: A Facsimile of the William Morris Kelmscott Chaucer (P. 60) -  1958
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"This welle of mercy, Cristes mooder sweete, I loved alwey, as after my konnynge, And whan that I my lyf sholde forlete, To me she cam, and bad me for to synge This anthem verraily in my deyynge, As ye han herd, and whan that I hadde songe, Me thoughte she leyde a greyn upon my tonge: "Wherfore I synge, and synge I moot certeyn In honour of that blisful mayden free, Til fro my tonge of taken is the greyn..." (p. 60)
"This welle of mercy, Cristes mooder sweete, I loved alwey, as after my konnynge, And whan that I my lyf sholde forlete, To me she cam, and bad me for to synge This anthem verraily in my deyynge, As ye han herd, and whan that I hadde songe, Me thoughte she leyde a greyn upon my tonge: "Wherfore I synge, and synge I moot certeyn In honour of that blisful mayden free, Til fro my tonge of taken is the greyn..." (p. 60)