"Wommen desiren to have sovereynetee As wel over hir housbond as hir love, And for to been in maistrie hym above."

"A baggepipe wel koude he blowe and sowne, / And therwithal he broghte us out of towne."

"What sholde I speke of the synne of glotonye, that is so greet a synne?"

"He wolde have the fyn for his concubyn, / A twelf-monthe, and excuse hym atte fulle."

"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."