Author: Geoffrey Chaucer

THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, […]

WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every […]

THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That […]

THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but […]

Incipit Prohemium Secundi Libri. Out of these blake wawes for to sayle, O wind, O wind, the weder ginneth clere; […]

Incipit prohemium tercii libri. O blisful light of whiche the bemes clere Adorneth al the thridde hevene faire! O sonnes […]

THE PROLOGUE. Our Hoste saw well that the brighte sun Th’ arc of his artificial day had run The fourthe […]

The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his […]