Whanne that April with his shoures sote
The droughte of March hath perced to the rote.
Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 1.
And smale foules maken melodie,
That slepen alle night with open eye,
So priketh hem nature in hir corages;
Than longen folk to gon on pilgrimages.
Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 9.
And of his port as meke as is a mayde.
Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 69.
He was a veray parfit gentil knight.
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