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THE LOVE UNFEIGNED by GEOFFREY CHAUCER

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First Line: O YONGE FRESSHE FOLKES, HE OR SHE
Last Line: WHAT NEDETH FEYNED LOVES FOR TO SEKE?
Subject(s): LOVE;
O YONGE fresshe folkes, he or she,
In which that love up groweth with your age,
Repeyreth hoom from worldly vanitee,
And of your herte up-casteth the visage
To thilke god that after his image
Yow made, and thinketh al nis but a fayre
This world, that passeth sone as floures fayre.

And loveth him, the which that right for love
Upon a cros, our soules for to beye,
First starf, and roos, and sit in hevene a-bove;
For he nil falsen no wight, dar seye,
That wol his herte al hoolly on him leye.
And sin he best to love is, and most meke,
What nedeth feyned loves for to seke?


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