"The Firste Moevere of the cause above, Whan he first made the faire cheyne of love, Greet was theffect, and heigh was his entente."

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

"For goddes sake, taak al in pacience Our lordes hestes, and his ordinaunce."

"And yet he was to hym a greet encressour. / Noon auditour koude on his word so wel / Have caught hym in his sleighte, ne in his trayne."

"For in this world, certeyn, no wight there is / That he ne dooth or seith somtyme amis."