Geoffrey Chaucer,
The Canterbury Tales — The Monkes Tale
(1900)
“ Were alle his clothes brouded up and doun; For he in gemmes greetly gan delyte. 3660 More delicat, more pompous of array, (481) More proud was never emperour than he; That ilke cloth, that he had wered o day, After that tyme he nolde it never see. Nettes of gold-thred hadde he gret plentee 3665 To fisshe in Tybre, whan him liste pleye. His lustes were al lawe in his decree, For fortune as his freend him wolde obeye. He Rome brende for his delicacye; The senatours he slow up-on a day. 3670 To here how men wolde wepe and crye; (491) And slow his brother, and by his sister lay. ”
