Here bygynneth the Book of the Tales of Caunterbury

[Dave Monroe]

Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swych 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 the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halve cours yronne,
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
And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes
To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;
And specially from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The hooly blisful martir for to seke
That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seeke....

http://www.luminarium.org/medlit/gp.htm

http://www.librarius.com/cantales/genpro.htm

http://www.librarius.com/canttran/gptrfs.htm

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/General_Prologue

http://www.librarius.com/canttran/genpro/genpro001-042.htm

http://www.courses.fas.harvard.edu/~chaucer/teachslf/gp-par.htm

http://houseoffame.blogspot.com/2007/03/whan-that-aprille-weekend.html