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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Imitation of Chaucer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Women ben full of Ragerie,<br>Yet swinken not sans secresie.<br>Thilke Moral shall ye understond,<br>From Schoole-boy's Tale of fayre Irelond:<br>Which to the Fennes hath him betake,<br>To filch the gray Ducke fro the Lake.<br>Right then, there passen by the Way<br>His Aunt, and eke her Daughters tway. <br>Ducke in his Trowses hath he hent,<br>Not to be spied of Ladies gent.<br>'But ho! our Nephew,' (crieth one)<br>'Ho!' quoth another, 'Cozen John;'<br>And stoppen, and lough, and callen out, -<br>This sely Clerk full low doth lout:<br>They asken that, and talken this,<br>'Lo here is Coz, and here is Miss.'<br>But, as he glozeth with Speeches soote,<br>The Ducke sore tickleth his Erse-roote:<br>Fore-piece and buttons all-to-brest,<br>Forth thrust a white neck, and red crest.<br>'Te-he,' cry'd Ladies; Clerke nought spake:<br>Miss star'd; and gray Ducke crieth Quake.<br>'O Moder, Moder,' (quoth the daughter)<br>'Be thilke same thing Maids longer a'ter?<br>'Bette is to pyne on coals and chalke,<br>'Then trust on Mon, whose yerde can talke.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alexander+Pope">Alexander Pope</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341066" data-title="In Imitation of Chaucer de Alexander Pope" data-description="Women ben full of Ragerie, Yet swinken not sans secresie. Thilke Moral shall ye understond, From Schoole-boy's Tale of fayre Irelond: Which to the Fennes hath him betake, To filch the gray Ducke fro the Lake. Right then, there passen by the Way Hi..."></div> </div> </div>
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