"Gentle Paule, laie doune thy sweard, For Peter of Westminster hath shaven thy beard."

"What dreamest thou, drunkard, drowsy pate? Thy lust and liking is from thee gone; Thou blinkard blowboll, thou wakest…"

"O noble Chaucer, whos pullisshyd eloquence Oure Englysshe rude so fresshely hath set out, That bounde ar we with all …"

"Stedfast of thought, Wele made, wele wrought; Far may be sought Erst that ye can fynde So courteise, so kynde As mirr…"

"PLA ce bo! Who is there, who? Di le xi! Dame Margery, Fa, re, my, my. Wherefore and why, why? For the soul of Philip …"

"When I remember again How my Philip was slain, Never half the pain Was between you twain, Pyramus and Thisbe, As then…"

"Maide, wydowe, or wyffe."

"Like Andromach, Hector's wife, Was weary of her life, When she had lost her joy, Noble Hector of Troy; In like manner…"

"Contynually I shall remember The mery moneth of September, With the ix day of the same, For then began our myrth and …"

"There is nothynge that more dyspleaseth God, Than from theyr children to spare the rod."