Quotation by Geoffrey Chaucer

For which he wex a litel red for shame,
Whan he the peple upon him herde cryen,
That to beholde it was a noble game,
How sobreliche he caste doun his yen.
Criseyda gan al his chere aspyen,
And let so softe it in her herte sinke
That to herself she seyde, "Who yaf me drinke?"
Geoffrey Chaucer (1340–1400), British poet. Troilus and Criseyde, bk. 2, l. 645-51 (c. 1385), repr. In The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, ed. Alfred W. Pollard, et al. (1898).
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