A Knyght ther was, and that a worthy man
That fro the tyme that he first bigan
To riden out, he loved chivalrie,
Trouthe and honour, fredom and curteisie
Ful worthy was he in his lordes werre
And therto hadde he riden, no man ferre
Just home from service, he had joined our ranks
To do his pilgrimage, and render thanks.
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