Geoffrey Chaucer,
The Canterbury Tales — The Squieres Tale
(1900)
“ That ther nis tygre, ne noon so cruel beste, That dwelleth either in wode or in foreste 420 That nolde han wept, if that he wepe coude, For sorwe of hir, she shrighte alwey so loude. For ther nas never yet no man on lyve— If that I coude a faucon wel discryve— That herde of swich another of fairnesse, 425 As wel of plumage as of gentillesse Of shap, and al that mighte y-rekened be. A faucon peregryn than semed she (420) Of fremde land; and evermore, as she stood, She swowneth now and now for lakke of blood, 430 Til wel neigh is she fallen fro the tree. ”
