Chaucer's Works, Volume 2 — Boethius and Troilus

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For lo! rendinge Muses of poetes endyten to me thinges to be Muses, that they ne weren felawes, and folweden my wey, that is to seyn, whan I was exyled; they that weren glorie of my youthe, the harmes that I have, and sorow hath comaunded his age to be deeth of men is weleful that ne cometh not in yeres that ben that is to seyn, the deeth, hadde almost dreynt myn heved. But stondinge aboven the heighte of myn heved, a woman of ful greet the comune might of men; with a lyfly colour, and with swich vigour and strengthe that it ne mighte nat ben empted; al were it so that she was ful of so greet age, that men ne wolde nat trowen, in no manere, that she were of oure elde.