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For there is truth in In principio Mulier est hominis confusio (Madam, the meaning of this latin is, Woman is man's delight and all his bliss). For when I feel at night your tender side, Although I cannot then upon you ride, Because our perch so narrow is, alas! I am so full of joy and all solace That I defy, then, vision, aye and dream." And with that word he flew down from the beam, For it was day, and down went his hens all; And with a cluck he them began to call, For he had found some corn within the yard. The Canterbury Tales The Canterbury Tales 181Regal he was, and fears he did discard. He feathered Pertelote full many a time And twenty times he trod her ere 'twas prime. He looked as if he were a grim lion As on his toes he strutted up and down; He deigned not set his foot upon the ground. He clucked when any grain of corn he found, And all his wives came running at his call. Thus regal, as a prince is in his hall, I'll now leave busy Chanticleer to feed, And with events that followed I'll proceed. When that same month wherein the world began, Which is called March, wherein God first made man, Was ended, and were passed of days also, Since March began, full thirty days and two, It fell that Chanticleer, in all his pride, His seven wives awalking by his side, Cast up his two eyes toward the great bright sun (Which through die sign of Taurus now had run Twenty degrees and one, and somewhat more), And knew by instinct and no other lore That it was prime, and joyfully he crew, "The sun, my love," he said, "has climbed anew Forty degrees and one, and somewhat more. My lady Pertelote, whom I adore, Mark now these happy birds, hear how they sing, And see all these fresh flowers, how they spring; Full is my heart of revelry and grace." But suddenly he fell in grievous case;

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