"Glede" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... thousand sykes, hottere than the glede, Out of his brest ech after other wente, Medled with pleyntes newe, his wo to fede, For which his woful teres never stente; 340 And shortly, so his peynes him to-rente, And wex so mat, that Ioye nor penaunce He feleth noon, but lyth forth in ...
— Troilus and Criseyde • Geoffrey Chaucer |
