Whan That Aprill With His Shoures Soote

What's Said Is Said And Goes Upon Its Way Like It Or Not, Repent It As You May.

He Loved Chivalrye Trouthe And Honour, Freedom And Curteisye.

There's Never A New Fashion But It's Old.

. . . If Gold Rust, What Then Will Iron Do?/ For If A Priest Be Foul In Whom We Trust/ No Wonder That A Common Man Should Rust. . . .

For Hym Was Levere Have At His Beddes Heed Twenty Bookes, Clad In Blak Or Reed, Of Aristotle And His Philosophie, Than Robes Riche, Or Fithele, Or Gay Sautrie.