By Nature, Men Love Newfangledness.

But Al Be That He Was A Philosophre, Yet Hadde He But Litel Gold In Cofre.

And Brought Of Mighty Ale A Large Quart.

Thus With Hir Fader For A Certeyn Space Dwelleth This Flour Of Wyfly Pacience, That Neither By Hir Wordes Ne Hir Face Biforn The Folk, Ne Eek In Her Absence, Ne Shewed She That Hir Was Doon Offence.

Whan That Aprill With His Shoures Soote The Droghte Of March Hath Perced To The Roote.

Right As An Aspen Lefe She Gan To Quake.