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.
Ye knowe eek, that in forme of speche is chaunge Withinne a thousand yeer, and wordes tho That hadden prys, now wonder nyce and straunge Us thinketh hem; and yet they spake hem so, And spedde as wel in love as men now do; eek for to winne love in sondry ages, In sondry londes, sondry ben usages.Geoffrey Chaucer
The thrustelcok made eek hir lay, The wode dove upon the spray She sang ful loude and cleere.Geoffrey Chaucer
Whilom there was dwellyng in my countre, An erchedeken, a man of great degre, That boldely did execucioun, In punyschyng of fornicacioun, Of wicchecraft, and eek of bauderye, Of diffamacioun, and avoutrie, Of chirche reves, and of testamentes, Of contractus, and of lak of sacraments, And eek of many another maner cryme, Which needith not to reherse at this tyme.
In jalousie I rede eek thou hym bynde And thou shalt make him couche as doeth a quaille.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