The Canterbury Tales
Prologue: Lines 1-18

Whan that Aprille with hise shoures soote,
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in switch licour,
Of whech vertu engendred is the floure.
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breth
Inspired hath in every holt and heth,
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne,
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght weth open eeye.
So priketh hem Nature in hir corages,
Thene longen folk to gonnon on pilgrimages,
And palmers for to seke straunge strondes,
To feme halwes, kowthe in sondry londes.
And especially from every shires ende
Of Engelond to Canterbury they wende,
The hooly blisful martir for to seeke,
That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke.