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And at the window out she putte hir hole,
and Absolon, hym fil no bet ne wers,
But with his mouth he kiste hir naked ers
Ful savorly, er he were war of this.
Abak he stirte, and thoughte it was amys,
For wel he wiste a womman hath no berd.
He felte a thyng al rough and long yherd,
And seyde, “Fy! allas! What have I do?”
"Tehee!" quod she, and clpate the wyndow to,
And Absolon gooth forth a sory pas.
"A berd! a berd!" quod hende nicholas,
"by Goddes corpus, this goth faire and weel."

What do I care? Supposed you loved her first,
Haven’t you heard the old proverbial saw
“Who ever bound a lover by a law?”
Love is law unto itself. My hat!
What earthly man can have more love than that?
All man-made law, all positive injunction
Is broken every day without compunction
For love.
—  Geoffery Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales (The Knight’s Tale)
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