And upon hys ymaginacyon
He made also the tales of Caunterbury;
Some vertuous, and some glad and mery.
And of Troylus the pytous dolour
For his lady Cresyde, full of doublenes,
He did bewayle ful well the langoure,
Of all hys love and grete unhappines.
And many other bokes doubtles
He dyd compyle, whose godly name
In printed bokes doth remayne in fame.