The Canterbury Tales - Geoffrey Chaucer
What that Aprill with shoures soote the droghte of March hath perced to the roote, and bathed every veyne in swich licour of which vertu engendred is the flour; whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth inspired hath in every holt and heeth the tendre croppes... and smale foweles maken melodye, that slepen al the nyght with open ye (so priketh hem nature in hir corages); thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages.
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