#And but I have her Mercy and her Grace,
That I may seen her at the lefte way;
I nam but deed there nis no more to say.#

Again,

#Alas, what is this wonder Maladye?
For heate of colde, for colde of heate I dye.#

_Chaucer_'s first Book of _Troylus_, fol. 159. b.

And since we are a united Nation, and he as great a Poet, considering his
time, as this Island hath produced, I will with due Veneration for his
Memory, beg leave to cite the learned and noble Prelate, _Gawen Douglas_,
Bishop of _Dunkeld_ in _Scotland_, who in his Preface to his judicious
and accurate Translation of _Virgil_, p. 4. says,

Nane is, nor was, nor zit sal be, trowe I,
Had, has, or sal have, sic craft in Poetry:

Again, p. 5.

Than thou or I, my Freynde, quhen we best wene.

But before, at least contemporary with _Chaucer_, we find Sir _John
Gower_, not baulking _Monosyllables;

#Myne Herte is well the more glad
To write so as he me bad,
And eke my Fear is well the lasse.