Chaucer Followed Nature Everywhere, But Was Never

Prodigious Actions May As Well Be Done, By Weaver's Issue, As The Prince's Son.

Repentance Is The Virtue Of Weak Minds.

He Made All Countries Where He Came His Own.

Fattened In Vice, So Callous And So Gross, He Sins And Sees Not, Senseless Of His Loss.

He Trudged Along Unknowing What He Sought, And Whistled As He Went, For Want Of Thought.