Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395620" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Canterbury Tales; The Milleres Tale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">PROLOGUE TO THE MILLERES TALE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heere folwen the wordes bitwene the Hoost and the Millere</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whan that the Knyght had thus his tale ytoold,<br>In al the route ne was ther yong ne oold</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That he ne seyde it was a noble storie,<br>And worthy for to drawen to memorie;<br>And namely the gentils everichon.<br>Oure Hooste lough, and swoor, 'So moot I gon,<br>This gooth aright, unbokeled is the male,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lat se now who shal telle another tale,<br>For trewely the game is wel bigonne.<br>Now telleth on, sir Monk, if that ye konne<br>Somwhat to quite with the Knyghtes tale.'<br>The Miller that for-dronken was al pale,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So that unnethe upon his hors he sat,<br>He nolde avalen neither hood ne hat,<br>Ne abyde no man for his curteisie,<br>But in Pilates voys he gan to crie,<br>And swoor by armes and by blood and bones,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I kan a noble tale for the nones,<br>With which I wol now quite the Knyghtes tale.'<br>Oure Hooste saugh that he was dronke of ale,<br>And seyde, 'Abyd, Robyn, my leeve brother,<br>Som bettre man shal telle us first another,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Abyd, and lat us werken thriftily.'<br>'By Goddes soule,' quod he, 'that wol nat I,<br>For I wol speke, or elles go my wey.'<br>Oure Hoost answerde, 'Tel on, a devele wey!<br>Thou art a fool, thy wit is overcome!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now herkneth,' quod the Miller, 'alle and some,<br>But first I make a protestacioun<br>That I am dronke, I knowe it by my soun;<br>And therfore, if that I mysspeke or seye,<br>Wyte it the ale of Southwerk I you preye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I wol telle a legende and a lyf<br>Bothe of a carpenter and of his wyf,<br>How that a clerk hath set the wrightes cappe.'<br>The Rev answerde and seyde, 'Stynt thy clappe,<br>Lat be thy lewed dronken harlotrye,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is a synne and eek a greet folye <br>To apeyren any man or hym defame,<br>And eek to bryngen wyves in swich fame;<br>Thou mayst ynogh of othere thynges seyn.'<br>This dronke Miller spak ful soone ageyn,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And seyde, 'Leve brother Osewold,<br>Who hath no wyf, he is no cokewold.<br>But I sey nat therfore that thou art oon,<br>Ther been ful goode wyves many oon,<br>And evere a thousand goode ayeyns oon badde;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That knowestow wel thyself, but if thou madde.<br>Why artow angry with my tale now?<br>I have a wyf, pardee, as wel as thow,<br>Yet nolde I for the oxen in my plogh<br>Take upon me moore than ynogh,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As demen of myself that I were oon;<br>I wol bileve wel, that I am noon.<br>An housbonde shal nat been inquisityf<br>Of Goddes pryvetee, nor of his wyf.<br>So he may fynde Goddes foysoun there,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of the remenant nedeth nat enquere.'<br>What sholde I moore seyn, but this Miller<br>He nolde his wordes for no man forbere,<br>But tolde his cherles tale in his manere;<br>Me thynketh that I shal reherce it heere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And therfore every gentil wight I preye,<br>For Goddes love, demeth nat that I seye<br>Of yvel entente, but that I moot reherce<br>Hir tales alle, be they bettre or werse,<br>Or elles falsen som of my mateere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And therfore who-so list it nat yheere,<br>Turne over the leef, and chese another tale;<br>For he shal fynde ynowe, grete and smale,<br>Of storial thyng that toucheth gentillesse,<br>And eek moralitee, and hoolynesse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Blameth nat me if that ye chese amys;<br>The Miller is a cherl, ye knowe wel this,<br>So was the Reve, and othere manye mo,<br>And harlotrie they tolden bothe two.<br>Avyseth yow, and put me out of blame,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And eek men shal nat maken ernest of game.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE TALE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(One John, a rich and credulous carpenter of Oxford, is<br>beguiled by his wife Alison, through Nicholas, a poor <br>scholar boarding with them. Absolon, the parish clerk, is<br>slighted by Alison; but wreaks vengeance on Nicholas.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Geoffrey+Chaucer">Geoffrey Chaucer</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=395620" data-title="The Canterbury Tales; The Milleres Tale de Geoffrey Chaucer" data-description="PROLOGUE TO THE MILLERES TALE/Heere folwen the wordes bitwene the Hoost and the Millere/Whan that the Knyght had thus his tale ytoold,/In al the route ne was ther yong ne oold/That he ne seyde it was a noble storie,/And worthy for to drawen to mem..."></div>
</div>
</div>