For he owre englishe gilte with his sawes, Rude and boistous firste be olde dawes, That was ful fer from al perfeccioun And but of litel reputacioun Til that he cam, and thorugh his poetrie, Gan oure tonge firste to magnifie And adourne it with his eloquence: To whom honour, laude and reuerence.
Crist wole we claym of him oure gentilleesse, Nat of oure eldres for hire old richesse.Geoffrey Chaucer
'Thoughwehaddeykilledthecat, yat sholdethere come another To cracchen us ans al oure kynde, though we cropen under benches.'william langland
Ye been oure lord, dooth with youre owene thyng Right as yow list.