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

"This somnour was a gentil harlot and a kynde; A bettre felawe sholde men noght fynde."

"She would weep if she saw a mouse Caught in a trap, if it were dead or bled. She had some small hounds that she fed With roasted meat, or milk and fine white bread."

"He wolde make a good confessorie, / If a man had a soule, and that he were / A good man, and coude wel here / Confessiouns, and have a good memorie."

"For she was so charitable and so pitous She wolde wepe, if that she sawe a mous Caught in a trappe, if it were deed or bledde. Of smale houndes hadde she, that she fedde With rosted flessh, or milk an…"

"The world is but a game, and we are but players."