Chaucer's Works, Volume 1 — Romaunt of the Rose; Minor Poems

by Geoffrey Chaucer

Ther is no feith that may your herte enbrace;

But, as a wedercok, that turneth his face

With every wind, ye fare, and that is sene;

In stede of blew, thus may ye were al grene.

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Ye might be shryned, for your brotelnesse,

Bet than Dalyda, Creseide or Candace;

For ever in chaunging stant your sikernesse,

That tache may no wight fro your herte arace;