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

"And yet he was but of litel stature."

"He coude songes make and wel endite, Juste and eek daunce, and wel purtreye and write."

"Ful many a deyntee hors hadde he in stable, / And whan he rood, men myghte his brydel heere / Gynglen in a whistlynge wynd as cleere."

"Upon the cop right of his nose he hade A werte, and theron stood a tuft of heres rede, As bristles of a sowes eerys olde."