Chaucerian and Other Pieces / Being a Supplement to the Complete Works of Geoffrey Chaucer

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I speke this of feling, trewely;

For, althogh I be old and unlusty,

Yet have I felt of that seknesse, in May,

Bothe hoot and cold, an acces every day,

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How sore, y-wis, ther wot no wight but I.

I am so shaken with the fevers whyte,

Of al this May yet slepte I but a lyte;

And also it naught lyketh unto me,