From “The Canterbury Pilgrims: The Knightes Tale”

  THE BUSY 1 larke, messager of daye,
Salueth in hire song the morwe graye;
And fyry Phebus ryseth up so brighte,
That al the orient laugheth of the lighte,
And with his stremes dryeth in the greves 2
The silver dropes, hongyng on the leeves.
And Arcite, that is in the court ryal
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