"Now, good men, God forgive you your trespass, and keep you from the Sin of avarice! Mine holy pardons will save you, if you do give me gold or silver, or else brooches, spoons or rings"

"For though a wydwe hadde noght a sho, / So plesaunt was his 'In principio' / Yet wolde he have a ferthyng, er he wente."

"And he hadde been somtyme in chyvachie / In Flaundres, in Artoys, and Pycardie, / And born hym wel, as of so litel space."

"He wolde suffer for a quart of wyn / A good felawe to have his concubyn / A twelf-month, and excuse hym atte fulle."

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