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The Prologue Whan that aprill with his shoures soote  The droghte of march hath perced to the roote,   And bathed every veyne in swich licour   Of which vertu engendred is the flour;   Whan zephirus eek with his sweete breeth   Inspired hath in every holt and heeth   Tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne   Hath in the ram his halve cours yronne,   And smale foweles maken melodye,   (so priketh hem nature in hir corages);   Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,   And palmeres for the seken straunge strondes,   To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;   And specially from every shires ende   Of engelond to caunterbury they wende,   The hooly blisful martir for the seke,   That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.

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