Comparable with Chawcer, yet more occupyed in supersticious and odde matters than was requesite in so good a wytte. - John Lydgate

For love is mor than gold or gret richesse;
Gold faileth ofte; love wol abyde.

For he owre englishe gilte with his sawes,
Rude and boistous firste be olde dawes,
That was ful fer from al perfeccioun
And but of litel reputacioun
Til that he cam, and thorugh his poetrie,
Gan oure tonge firste to magnifie
And adourne it with his eloquence:
To whom honour, laude and reuerence.

There is no rose
Spryngyng in gardeyns, but ther be sum thorn.