Troilus and Criseyde

"God loveth, and to love wol nought werne; And in this world no lyves creature, With-outen love, is worth, or may endure."

"Lord, this is an huge rayn! This were a weder for to slepen inne."

"It is nought good a sleping hound to wake."

"Right as an aspes leef she gan to quake."

"And as the newe abaysshed nightingale, That stinteth first whan she biginneth singe."

"For of fortunes sharp adversitee The worst kinde of infortune is this, A man to have ben in prosperitee, And it remembren, whan it passed is."

"But manly set the world on sixe and sevene; And, if thou deye a martir, go to hevene."

"And held aboute him alwey, out of drede, A world of folk."

"The double sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his aventures fellen Fro wo to wele, and after out of joye, My purpos is, er that I parte fro ye. Thesiphone, thou help me for tendyte Thise woful vers, that wepen as I wryte!"

"But the Troyane gestes, as they felle, In Omer, or in Dares, or in Dyte, Who-so that can, may rede hem as they wryte."

"O blinde world, O blinde entencioun! How ofte falleth al theffect contraire Of surquidrye and foul presumpcioun; For caught is proud, and caught is debonaire. This Troilus is clomben on the staire, And litel weneth that he moot descenden. But al-day falleth thing that foles ne wenden."

"A wonder last but nyne night never in toune."