A Clerk ther was of Oxenforde also.

Ful weel she soong the service dyvyne, Entuned in hir nose ful semely, And Frenssh she spak ful faire and fetisly, After the scole of Stratford atte Bowe, For …

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…

He coude songes make, and wel endite.

Though her mien carries much more invitation than command, to behold her is an immediate check to loose behavior; to love her is a liberal education.

By the Eternal! there is a man whose form should be cast in deathless bronze and the statue placed in every college of the land. It is not book-learning young …

From this amphibious ill-born mob began That vain, ill-natured thing, an Englishman.