Poem by Geoffrey Chaucer

Since I from Love

Since I from Love escaped am so fat,
I ne'er think to be in his prison ta'en;
Since I am free, I count him not a bean.

He may answer, and saye this and that;
I do no force, I speak right as I mean;
Since I from Love escaped am so fat.

Love hath my name struck out of his slat,
And he is struck out of my bookes clean,
For ever more; there is none other mean;
Since I from Love escaped am so fat. 

1. Gentilesse
2. Chaucer's Words to His Scrivener
3. Anelida and Arcite
4. Roundel
5. Chaucer's Prophecy

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