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I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.
Geoffrey Chaucer
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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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Men sholde nat knowe of Goddes pryvetee Ye, blessed be alwey, a lewed man That noght but oonly his believe kan! So ferde another clerk with astromye, He walked in the feelds, for to prye Upon the sterres, what ther sholde bifalle, Til he was in a marle-pit yfalle.
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