"The sonne," he seyde, "is clomben up on hevene Fourty degrees and oon, and moore ywis. Madame Pertelote, my worldes blis, Herkneth thise blisful briddes how they synge, And se the fresshe floures how they sprynge. Ful is myn herte of revel and solas."

"The sonne," he seyde, "is clomben up on hevene
Fourty degrees and oon, and moore ywis.
Madame Pertelote, my worldes blis,
Herkneth thise blisful briddes how they synge,
And se the fresshe floures how they sprynge.
Ful is myn herte of revel and solas."

– Geoffrey Chaucer

The Canterbury Tales, The Nun’s Priest’s Tale. The pompous rooster is walking with his seven wives. He tells his favorite Pertelote how his heart is full of happiness and pleasure as the sun climbs high in the heaven, the happy birds are singing and the fresh flowers are blooming.

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