Geoffrey Chaucer — "And as for me, I love a lusty lyf, And in my bed I love a lusty wyf."
And as for me, I love a lusty lyf, And in my bed I love a lusty wyf.
And as for me, I love a lusty lyf, And in my bed I love a lusty wyf.
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"For in this world, certeyn, no wight there is / That he ne dooth or seith somtyme amis."
"He yaf nat of that text a pulled hen, That seith that hunters ben nat hooly men."
"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."
"The smalest worm that crepeth by the weye, Is in his kynde as parfit as the grete."
"His curly hair looked as if they were pressed in a machine and his clothes were embellished with red and white, as if it were a meadow full of fresh flowers."
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