n hir corages;
Than longen folk to gon on pilgrimages.
_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 9._
And of his port as meke as is a mayde.
_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 69._
He was a veray parfit gentil knight.
_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 72._
He coude songes make, and wel endite.
_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 95._
Ful wel she sange the service devine,
Entuned in hire nose ful swetely;
And Frenche she spake ful fayre and fetisly,
After the scole of Stratford atte bowe,
For Frenche of Paris was to hire unknowe.
_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 122._
A Clerk ther was of Oxenforde also.
_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 287._
For him was lever han at his beddes hed
A twenty bokes, clothed in black or red,
Of Aristotle, and his philosophie,
Than robes riche, or fidel, or sautrie.
But all be that he was a philosophre,
Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre.
_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 295._
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.
_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 310._
Nowher so besy a man as he ther n' as,
And yet he semed besier than he was.
_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 323._
His studie was but litel on the Bible.
_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 440._
For gold in phisike is a cordial;
Therefore he loved gold in special.
_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 445._
Wide was his parish, and houses fer asonder.
_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 493._
This noble ensample to his shepe he yaf,--
That first he wrought, and afterwards he taught.
_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 498._
But Cristes lore, and his apostles twelve,
He taught; but first he folwed it himselve.
_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 529._
And yet he had a thomb of gold parde.[2-1]
_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 565._
Who so shall telle a tale after a man,
He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can,
Everich word, if it be in his charge,
All speke he never so rudely and so large;
Or elles he moste tellen his tale untrewe,
Or feinen thinges, or finden wordes newe.
_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 733._
For May wol have no slogardie a-night.
The seson priketh every gentil herte,
And maketh him out of his slepe to sterte.
_Canterbury Tales. The Knightes Tale. Line 1044._
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