"A baggepipe wel koude he blowe and sowne, / And therwithal he broghte us out of towne."

"And if that he forbede it, wolde he say, / 'A man may do no synne, but if he may / Nat touche a womman, for al his lyf.'"

"He wolde have the fyn for his concubyn, / A twelf-monthe, and excuse hym atte fulle."

"Ful many a deyntee hors hadde he in stable, / And whan he rood, men myghte his brydel heere / Gynglen in a whistlynge wynd as cleere."

"His eyen twinkled in his heed aright As doon the sterres in the frosty nyght."