Author: Geoffrey Chaucer

THE PROLOGUE. 1 Experience, though none authority* *authoritative texts Were in this world, is right enough for me To speak […]

WHILOM*, as olde stories tellen us, *formerly There was a duke that highte* Theseus. *was called Of Athens he was […]

THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they […]

Incipit Liber Quintus. Aprochen gan the fatal destinee That Ioves hath in disposicioun, And to yow, angry Parcas, sustren three, […]

Prohemium. But al to litel, weylaway the whyle, Lasteth swich Ioye, y-thonked be Fortune! That semeth trewest, whan she wol […]

THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh’d and clapp’d him on the […]

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 […]