lightinge planettes in that wyse any more to shewe.'
'Good lady,' quod I, 'tel me how ye mene in these thinges.'
'Lo,' quod she, 'the dignites of your citè, sonne and mone,
nothing in kynde shew their shyning as they shulde. For the
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sonne made no brenning hete in love, but freesed envye in
mennes hertes, for feblenesse of shyning hete; and the moone
was about, under an olde cloude, the livinges by waters to
distroye.'
'Lady,' quod I, 'it is supposed they had shyned as they