Geoffrey Chaucer — "And everich was worth to been an alderman, / For they hadde ynough of catel and …"

"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."

"Thus may ye see that every creature, Evere in his kynde, desireth to confourme Him to the kynde of his creatoure."

"And yet he was to hym a greet encressour. / Noon auditour koude on his word so wel / Have caught hym in his sleighte, ne in his trayne."

"For though a wydwe hadde noght a sho, / So plesaunt was his 'In principio' / Yet wolde he have a ferthyng, er he wente."

"This somnour bar to hym a stif burdoun; / Was nevere trompe of half so greet a soun."