"In al the parisshe wif ne was ther noon / That to the offrynge bifore hire sholde goon."

"The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne, Th'assay so hard, so sharp the conquerynge, The dredful joye, alwey that slit so yerne: Al this mene I by love."

"His palfrey was as broun as is a berye."

"Mordre wol out, certeyn, it wol nat fayle."

"Of smale houndes hadde she, that she fedde / With rosted flessh, or milk and wastel-breed."