Forbede us thing, and that desiren we; Preesse on us faste, and thanne wol we flee. With daunger oute we al oure chaffare: Greet prees at market maketh dere ware, And too greet chepe is holden at litel pris.
The Wife of Bath's Prologue, l. 525-529.
Soun is noght but air ybroken, And every speche that is spoken, Loud or privee, foul or fair, In his substaunce is but air; For as flaumbe is but lighted smoke, Right so soun is air ybroke.Geoffrey Chaucer
For May wol have no slogardie a-night. The seson priketh every gentil herte, And maketh him out of his slepe to sterte.Geoffrey Chaucer
Right as an aspes leef she gan to quake.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
O wombe! O bely! O stynkyng cod Fulfilled of dong and of corrupcioun!Geoffrey Chaucer
Right as an aspen lefe she gan to quake.Geoffrey Chaucer
And then the wren gan scippen and to daunce.Geoffrey Chaucer