Stanza 112

Boccaccio:

No Analogue


Petrarch:

atque ubi pueritiam egi senectutem agere et mori, felix semper atque honorabilis vidua, que viri talis uxor fuerim.

and to die where I have passed my youth, always happy in the honorable estate of widowhood, since I have been the wife of such a man.


Chaucer:

Ther I was fostred of a child ful smal,
Til I be deed, my lyf ther wol I lede,
A wydwe clene in body, herte, and al,
For sith I yaf to yow my maydenhede
And am youre trewe wyf, it is no drede,
God shilde swich a lordes wyf to take
Another man, to housbonde or to make.


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