A Paraphrase, By Chaucer
By Eugene Field
Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken, Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken; Like as a lyttel deere you ben y-hiding Whenas come lovers with theyre pityse chiding. Sothly it ben faire to give up your moder For to beare swete company with some oder; Your moder ben well enow so farre shee goeth, But that ben not farre enow, God knoweth; Wherefore it ben sayed that foolysh ladyes That marrye not shall leade an aype in Hadys; But all that do with gode men wed full quicklye When that they be on dead go to ye seints full sickerly.
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken,..."
Eugene Field's contribution to classic is further solidified by the brilliance found in "A Paraphrase, By Chaucer"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...