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Read the excerpt from The Canterbury Tales."Gentlemen” said he, "I take pains to preach In churches with a lofty, resonant voice, Regular as a bell I ring it out,For everything I say I have by heart:My text’s the same one as it always was . . .”
Read the excerpt from The Canterbury Tales.I preach just as you’ve heard me say; and tell A hundred taradiddles more as well.And then I do my best to stretch my neckAnd bob my head in every directionOver the folk, now this way, and now that,Just like a pigeon sitting on a barn. Both hands and tongue are busy, and so quickThat it’s a joy to watch me at my work.
In the Middle Ages, an indulgence was
Read the excerpt from The Canterbury Tales."Think what a safeguard it must be for youThat I, who can absolve both high and lowWhen soul from body is about to go,Should chance to fall in with your company!Let me suggest that our host here begin,Since he’s the one who’s most wrapped up in sin.Step forward, Mister Host—your offering first,And you can kiss the relics, every one!All for a penny! Out now with your purse!”
Read the excerpt from The Canterbury Tales.I only preach of avarice and the like,And in this way induce them to be freeIn giving cash—especially to me.Because my only interest is in gain;I’ve none whatever in rebuking sin.
Read the excerpt from The Canterbury Tales."God’s arms!” exclaimed one of these debauchees,"Is the fellow then so dangerous to meet?In highways and in byways, street by street,I’ll seek him out, I vow it on God’s bones.Now listen, fellows: let us three be one,Each of us hold his hand up to the other,And each of us become the other’s brother,And we will kill this black betrayer, Death,And kill the killer, by God’s holy breath,And that before the sun goes down on us!”
Read the excerpt from The Pardoner’s Tale in The Canterbury Tales.And it fell to the youngest of them all,And he set off at once towards the town.And thereupon, so soon as he was gone,One of the two who stayed said to the other:"You know, of course, that you are my sworn brother.I’ll tell you something that you won’t lose by.As you can see, our friend has gone away,And here is gold, and that in greatest plenty,All waiting to be split between us three.How would it be, if I can work it soThat it is only shared between us two,Wouldn’t I be doing you a friendly turn?”
Read the excerpt from The Canterbury Tales.For I’ll have money, wool, and cheese, and wheat,Though given by the poorest serving-lad,Or by the poorest widow in the place,Were all her children dying of famine,No, no! I’ll drink the ichor of the vine,And have a pretty girl in every town.But hear me out now, gentlemen . . .
Satire is an author’s use of
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