Treasure Island

Geoffrey Chaucer

(c. 1343 – 25 October 1400 / London, England)

Chaucer's Words to His Scrivener


Adam Scrivener, if ever it thee befall
Boece or Troilus for to write anew,
Under thy long locks thou may'st have the scall
But after my making thou write more true!
So oft a day I must thy work renew,
It to correct, and eke to rub and scrape;
And all is through thy negligence and rape.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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