Of the Miller's tale,
3807 As greet as it had been a thonder-dent,
As great as if it had been a thunder-bolt,
3808 That with the strook he was almoost yblent;
So that with the stroke he was almost blinded;
3809 And he was redy with his iren hoot,
And he was ready with his hot iron,
3810 And Nicholas amydde the ers he smoot.
Of the Knight's Tale:
412 In al this world ne was ther noon hym lik,
413 To speke of phisik and of surgerye,
414 For he was grounded in astronomye.
415 He kepte his pacient a ful greet deel
416 In houres by his magyk natureel.
417 Wel koude he fortunen the ascendent
418 Of his ymages for his pacient.
419 He knew the cause of everich maladye,
420 Were it of hoot, or coold, or moyste, or drye,
421 And where they engendred, and of what humour.
422 He was a verray, parfit praktisour:
423 The cause yknowe, and of his harm the roote,
424 Anon he yaf the sike man his boote.
425 Ful redy hadde he his apothecaries
426 To sende hym drogges and his letuaries,
427 For ech of hem made oother for to wynne --
428 Hir frendshipe nas nat newe to bigynne.
429 Wel knew he the olde Esculapius,
430 And Deyscorides, and eek Rufus,
431 Olde Ypocras, Haly, and Galyen,
432 Serapion, Razis, and Avycen,
433 Averrois, Damascien, and Constantyn,
434 Bernard, and Gatesden, and Gilbertyn.
435 Of his diete mesurable was he,
436 For it was of no superfluitee,
437 But of greet norissyng and digestible.
438 His studie was but litel on the Bible.
439 In sangwyn and in pers he clad was al,
440 Lyned with taffata and with sendal.
441 And yet he was but esy of dispence;
442 He kepte that he wan in pestilence.
443 For gold in phisik is a cordial,
444 Therefore he lovede gold in special.