Middle English: the opening lines of Geoffrey Chacuer’s Canterbury TalesWhan that Aprill with his shoures sooteWhen April with its sweet-smelling showersThe droghte of March hath perced to the roote,Has pierced the drought of March to the root,And bathed every veyne in swich licourAnd bathed every vein [of the plants] in such liquidOf which vertu engendred is the flour;By which power the flower is created;Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breethWhen the West Wind also with its sweet breath,Inspired hath in every holt and heethIn every wood and field has breathed life into The tendre croppes . . . The tender leaves . . . . . . . . . . . Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages . . . Then folk long to go on pilgrimages . . .