"For if a man be trewe in his entent, He may nat faille of his felicitee."

"His curly hair looked as if they were pressed in a machine and his clothes were embellished with red and white, as if it were a meadow full of fresh flowers."

"For, God it woot, men may wel often fynde A lordes sone do shame and vileynye; And he that wole han pris of his gentrye, For he was boren of a gentil hous, And hadde hise eldres noble and vertuous, An…"

"He was a good felawe, and by my trouthe, / For aught I woot, he was a somnour."

"For goddes sake, taak al in pacience Our lordes hestes, and his ordinaunce."