†On bokes [for to rede] I me delyte,

And to hem yeve I feyth and ful credence,

†And in myn herte have hem in reverence

So hertely, that ther is game noon

That fro my bokes maketh me to goon,

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But hit be seldom, on the holyday;

Save, certeynly, whan that the [month of May]

Is comen, and that I here the foules singe,

†And that the floures ginnen for to springe,