Geoffrey Chaucer — "He yaf nat of that text a pulled hen, That seith that hunters ben nat hooly men."
He yaf nat of that text a pulled hen, That seith that hunters ben nat hooly men.
He yaf nat of that text a pulled hen, That seith that hunters ben nat hooly men.
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"His heed was balded that shoon as any glas, And eek his face, as he hadde been enoynt."
"He hadde a forhead reed as any glede, / With eyen narwe, and hoote as any goot."
"And thogh a widwe hadde but o sho, So plesaunt was hire song, she wolde have two."
"His nekke whit was as the flour-de-lys, Thereto strong he was as a champioun."
"Upon the cop right of his nose he hade A werte, and theron stood a tuft of heres rede, As bristles of a sowes eerys olde."
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