" And in Chaucer's "Canterbury Tales," Prologue, line 19 "Byfel, that, on that sesoun on a day, In Southwerk at the Tabbard as I lay, Redy to wenden on my pilgrimage, To Canturbury with ful devout corage.

In angry wize he flies about, And threatens all with corage stout.

As thus;"It is the pleasant month of May, when, as in old Chaucer's time, the "Smale foules maken melodie, That slepen alle night with open eye So priketh hem nature in their corages.

There is more real feeling in some of these poems than is apparent in the ordinary chanson of the Northern French courtly school: the following stanzas are from a poem by Guiot de Dijon, the lament of a lady for her absent lover Chanterai por mon corage Que je vueill reconforter Car avec mon