Geoffrey Chaucer

But every thyng which schyneth as the gold,
Nis nat gold, as that I have herd it told.

But every thyng which schyneth as the gold,
Nis nat gold, as that I have herd it told.

And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.

And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.

For gold in phisik is a cordial;
Therefore he lovede gold in special.

For gold in phisik is a cordial;
Therefore he lovede gold in special.

The false lapwynge, full of trecherye.

The false lapwynge, full of trecherye.

Thus with hir fader for a certeyn space
Dwelleth this flour of wyfly pacience,
That neither by read more

Thus with hir fader for a certeyn space
Dwelleth this flour of wyfly pacience,
That neither by hir wordes ne his face
Biforn the fold, ne eek in her absence,
Ne shewed she that hir was doon offence.