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    Geoffrey Chaucer - The Love Unfeigned


    by poetictouch

    Geoffrey Chaucer - The Love Unfeigned - Read by Helge Kokeritz

    The Love Unfeigned
    by Geoffrey Chaucer (c.1340-1400)

    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 I 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?