"His legs were like sticks, and no calf muscle was visible on his legs."

"This goode wyf, that was so trewe and kynde, Hadde in hir lyf ful many a joly tyde."

"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"

"And if that he forbede it, wolde he say, / 'A man may do no synne, but if he may / Nat touche a womman, for al his lyf.'"

"And everich of us to lighten his herte, And of his tale anothere for to telle."