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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Confessio Amantis by John Gower: For as the festes thanne stode,
His Souper was ryht wel arraied.
Bot yit he hath no word assaied 4940
To speke of love in no degre;
Bot with covert subtilite
His frendly speches he affaiteth,
And as the Tigre his time awaiteth
In hope forto cacche his preie.
Whan that the bordes were aweie
And thei have souped in the halle,
He seith that slep is on him falle,
Confessio Amantis |
