"The Friar was very fond of playing and played so madly as if he were a puppy-dog in spite of this his eyes twinkled in his head in the same way as the stars do in the frosty night, while playing the h…"

"Wommen are so variable, and so unstable, That ther is no trust in hem, by my fey."

"And as for me, I love a lusty lyf, And in my bed I love a lusty wyf."

"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."

"A fair fordoon hir beautee was al newe."