"If gold rusts, what then can iron do?"

"Upon the cop right of his nose he hade A werte, and theron stood a tuft of heres rede, As bristles of a sowes eerys olde."

"She hadde passed many a straunge strem; / Hire hosen weren of fyn scarlet reed, / Ful streite yteyd, and shoes ful moyste and newe."

"He was a verray, parfit praktisour."

"Of remedies of love he knew al chaunce, / And everich of hem knew he bet than his page."