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Roundel by Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?-1400) Poems on the Underground 2004 ' Since I from Love escaped am so fat I never think to be in his prison lean Since I am free I count him not a bean He may answer and say right this and that I do no force, I speak right as I mean Since I from Love escaped am so fat I never think to be in his prison lean Love hath my name stricken out of his slate And he is struck out of my bookes clean For ever more, this is no other mean/ Since I from Love escaped am so fat I never think to be in his prison lean Since I am free I count him not a bean '

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