"And Frenssh she spak ful faire and fetisly, After the scole of Stratford atte Bowe, For Frenssh of Parys was to hir unknowe."

"The smalest worm that crepeth by the weye, Is in his kynde as parfit as the grete."

"For hooly chirche's right is to be fed, / Or elles wolde he have his breed of whete, / And of the flour of his owene seed, / And of his corn a very large meel."

"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"

"What sholde I speke of the synne of glotonye, that is so greet a synne?"