Geoffrey Chaucer — "And evere he rood the hyndreste of oure route."

"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"

"For if a man be gracious and kynde, He is a verray gentilman, and no other."

"And yet he was but of litel stature."

"His nekke whit was as the flour-de-lys, Thereto strong he was as a champioun."

"For, God it woot, men may wel often fynde A lordes sone do shame and vileynye; And he that wole han pris of his gentrye, For he was boren of a gentil hous, And hadde hise eldres noble and vertuous, An…"