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The Canterbury Tales
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Fragment I (Group A)
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Fragment II (Group B1)
  
Fragment III (Group D)
  
Fragment IV (Group E)
  
Fragment V (Group F)
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Fragment VI (Group C)
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Fragment VII (Group B2)
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Fragment VIII (Group G)
  
Fragment IX (Group H)
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"Fragment X (Group I)"
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THE PARSON'S PROLOGUEHeere folweth the Prologe of the Persouns Tale.
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THE PARSON'S TALEHeere bigynneth the Persouns Tale.
  
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Et sequitur secunda pars eiusdem
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Sequitur de septem peccatis mortalibus et eorum dependenciis, circumstanciis, et speciebus.
 Pride. 
De Superbia.
  
Remedium contra peccatum Superbie.
 Envy. 
Sequitur de Invidia.
  
Remedium contra peccatum Invidie.
 Rage. 
Sequitur de Ira.
  
Sequitur remedium contra peccatum Ire.
 Sloth. 
Sequitur de Accidia.
  
Remedium contra peccatum Accidie.
 Avarice. 
Sequitur de Avaricia.
  
Relevacio contra peccatum Avaricie.
 Gluttony. 
Sequitur de Gulâ.
  
Remedium contra peccatum Gule.
 Lechery. 
Sequitur de Luxuria.
  
Remedium contra peccatum Luxurie.
  
Sequitur secunda pars Penitencie.
  
Explicit secunda pars Penitencie et sequitur tercia pars eiusdem.
  
"Chaucer's Retraction" Heere taketh the makere of this book his leve.
  
THE BOOK OF THE DUCHESS
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THE HOUSE OF FAME
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ANELIDA AND ARCITEThe Compleynt of feire Anelida and fals Arcite.
  
THE PARLIAMENT OF FOWLS
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BOECEIncipit Liber Boecii de Consolacione Philosophie.
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Troilus and Criseyde
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THE LEGEND OF GOOD WOMEN
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THE SHORT POEMS
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THE ROMAUNT OF THE ROSE

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This Love, that hath me set in such a place
That my desir [he] nevere wol fulfille,
For neither pitee, mercy, neither grace
Can I nat fynde, and yit my sorwful herte
For to be deed I can hit nought arace.
The more I love, the more she doth me smerte,
Thourgh which I see withoute remedye
That from the deeth I may no wyse asterte.
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