Geoffrey Chaucer — "He hadde a forhead reed as any glede, / With eyen narwe, and hoote as any goot."

"He yaf nat of that text a pulled hen, That seith that hunters ben nat hooly men."

"For hooly chirche's right is to be fed, / Or elles wolde he have his breed of whete, / And of the flour of his owene seed, / And of his corn a very large meel."

"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."

"Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote, The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich licour Of which vertu engendred is the flour;"

"His legs were like sticks, and no calf muscle was visible on his legs."