Dec 30, 2009
1
Whanne that April with his shoures sote
The droughte of March hath perced to the rote.
Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 1.
2
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.
3
And of his port as meke as is a mayde.
Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 69.
4
He was a veray parfit gentil knight.
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