"She hadde passed many a straunge strem; / Hire hosen weren of fyn scarlet reed, / Ful streite yteyd, and shoes ful moyste and newe."

"And yet he was a trewe persoun and a good, / And hated swearing, and was not so wood."

"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…"

"For al my wit is wasted on this art."

"His heed was balded that shoon as any glas, And eek his face, as he hadde been enoynt."