Studying "love unfeigned". Love that is genuine. Love that is not for "show." Hmmm. Something worth thinking about.
Came across this magnificent poem. Read it about 35 times.
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| Geoffrey Chaucer. 1340?–1400 |
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| 10. The Love Unfeigned |
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| 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 | 5 |
| Yow made, and thinketh al nis but a fayre | |
| This world, that passeth sone as floures fayre. | |
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| 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; | 10 |
| 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? |
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