Sche cam beforn the Erchebischop and fel down on hir kneys, the Erchebischop seying ful boystowsly unto hir, "Why wepist thu so, woman?" Sche, answeryng, seyde, "Syr, ye schal welyn sum day that ye had wept as sor as I."
And smale foweles maken melodye, That slepen al the nyght with open ye (So priketh hem nature in hir corages); Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages.Geoffrey Chaucer
Ful weel she soong the service dyvyne, Entuned in hir nose ful semely, And Frenssh she spak ful faire and fetisly, After the scole of Stratford atte Bowe, For Frenssh of Parys was to hire unknowe.Geoffrey Chaucer
Al the povere peple tho pescoddes fetten; Benes and baken apples thei broghte in hir lappe, Chibolles and chervelles and ripe chiries manye, And profrede Piers this present to plese with Hunger.william langland
Ac thorugh his science soothy was nevere no soule ysaved, Ne broght by hir bokes to blisse ne to joye.william langland
And there had Arthure the firste syght of queene Gwenyvere, the kyngis doghter of the londe of Camylarde, and ever afftir he loved hir.
Than upon him scho kest up baith hir Ene,And with ane blenk it come into his thocht,That he sumtime hir face befoir had sene.Bot scho was in sic plye he knew hir nocht,Yit than hir luik into his mynd it brochtThe sweit visage and amorous blenkingOf fair Cresseid sumtyme his awin darling.Robert Henryson
Who is wurs shod, than the shoemakers wyfe,With shops full of shoes all hir lyfe?john heywood
And therewith kest I doun myn eye ageyne,Quhare as I sawe, walking under the tour,Full secretly new cummyn hir to pleyne,The fairest or the freschest yonge floureThat ever I sawe, me thoght, before that houre,For quhich sodayn abate anon astertThe blude of all my body to my hert.james i of scotland
Who was hiër in philosophieTo Aristotle, in our tonge, but thow?thomas occleve
Men sholde wedden after hir estat, For youthe and elde is often at debat.Geoffrey Chaucer
On a nygth, as this creatur lay in hir bedde wyth hir husbond, sche herd a sownd of melodye so swet and delectable, hir thowt, as sche had ben in paradyse. And therwyth sche styrt owt of hir bedde and seyd, "Alas, that evyr I dede synne, it is ful mery in hevyn."margery kempe
Unthrift, sweirnes, falset, povertie, and stryfe Pat polacey in dainger of hir lyfe.david lyndsay
Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone, wi' the auld moon in hir arme.
The thrustelcok made eek hir lay, The wode dove upon the spray She sang ful loude and cleere.Geoffrey Chaucer
Who is wurs shod, than the shoemakers wyfe, With shops full of shoes all hir lyfe?
Unthrift, sweirnes, falset, povertie, and stryfe Pat polacey in dainger of hir lyfe.
Than upon him scho kest up baith hir Ene, And with ane blenk it come into his thocht, That he sumtime hir face befoir had sene. Bot scho was in sic plye he knew hir nocht, Yit than hir luik into his mynd it brocht The sweit visage and amorous blenking Of fair Cresseid sumtyme his awin darling.
Thus with hir fader for a certeyn space Dwelleth this flour of wyfly pacience, That neither by hir wordes ne hir face Biforn the folk, ne eek in her absence, Ne shewed she that hir was doon offence.Geoffrey Chaucer
Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swych licour Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halve cours yronne, And smale foweles maken melodye, That slepen al the nyght with open ye (So priketh hem nature in hir corages); Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages.Geoffrey Chaucer