Geoffrey Chaucer

“ Your anker, which ye in our haven leyde, Highte us, that ye wolde comen, out of doute, Or that the mone ones wente aboute. But tymes foure the mone hath hid her face Sin thilke day ye wente fro this place, And foure tymes light the world again. But for al that, yif I shal soothly sain, Yit hath the streem of Sitho nat y-broght From Athenes the ship; yit comth hit noght. ”

“ The see, by nighte, as any torche brende 2420For wood, and posseth him now up now doun, Til Neptune hath of him compassioun, And Thetis, Chorus, Triton, and they alle, And maden him upon a lond to falle, Wher-of that Phillis lady was and quene, Ligurgus doghter, fairer on to sene Than is the flour again the brighte sonne. ”

“ To god," quod she, "preye I, and ofte have prayed, That hit be now the grettest prys of alle, And moste honour that ever yow shal befalle! And whan thyne olde auncestres peynted be, In which men may hir worthinesse see, Than, preye I god, thou peynted be also, That folk may reden, for-by as they go, 2540"Lo! this is he, that with his flaterye Betrayed hath and doon her vilanye That was his trewe love in thoghte and dede!" But sothly, of oo point yit may they rede, That ye ben lyk your fader as in this ”