"A Monk ther was, a fair for the maistrie, An outridere, that loved venerie."

"He knew the tavernes wel in every toun / And every hostiler and tappestere / Bet than a lazar or a beggestere."

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

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

"For al my wit is wasted on this art."