Geoffrey Chaucer

“ Be as be may, for ernest or for game, He shal awake, and ryse and go his way Out at this goter, or that hit be day!" -- And weep ful tenderly upon his face, And in her armes gan him to embrace, And him she roggeth and awaketh softe ”

“ Out comth the bryd, and with ful sober chere, As is of maidens ofte the manere, To chambre is broght with revel and with songe, And shortly, lest this tale be to longe, This Lino and she ben sone broght to bedde; And every wight out at the dore him spedde. The night is wasted, and he fel a-slepe; Ful tenderly beginneth she to wepe. 2680She rist her up, and dredfully she quaketh, As doth the braunche that Zephirus shaketh, And husht were alle in Argon that citee. ”

“ The night is come, the bryd shal go to bedde; Egiste to his chambre faste him spedde, And privily he let his doghter calle. Whan that the hous was voided of hem alle, He loked on his doghter with glad chere, And to her spak, as ye shul after here. "My righte doghter, tresor of myn herte! Sin first that day that shapen was my sherte, 2630Or by the fatal sustren had my dom, So ny myn herte never thing me com As thou, myn Ypermistra, doghter dere! ”