He was a verray, parfit gentil knyght.

And of his port as meke as is a mayde.

He coude songes make, and wel endite.

Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swych licour Of which vertu engendred is the f…

Honor has not to be won; it must only not be lost.

The shortest and surest way to live with honour in the world, is to be in reality what we would appear to be; and if we observe, we shall find, that all human …

A good name is like a precious ointment; it filleth all around about, and will not easily away; for the odors of ointments are more durable than those of flowe…