Aaaaaaaah! My memory is too good when it comes to useless information. I can still quite you the Preamble to the Canterbury Tales from my senior English class in 1989! No matter how hard I try I can't force it from my brain!
You mean this old thing? Don't feel bad, I had to memorize it too...........It was much easier than reading Beowulf in the original Old English (something from which I never recovered).
Whan that Aprille with his shour
es soot
e,
The droghte of March hath perc
ed to the root
e,
And bath
ed every veyne in swich licóur
Of which vertú engendr
ed is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swet
e breeth
Inspir
ed hath in every holt and heeth
The tendr
e cropp
es, and the yong
e sonn
e
Hath in the Ram his half
e cours y-ronn
e,
And smal
e fowel
es maken melody
e,
That slepen al the nyght with open y
e,
So priketh hem Natúre in hir corag
es,
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimag
es,
And palmeres for to seken straung
e strond
es,
To fern
e halw
es, kowthe in sondry lond
es;
And specially, from every shir
es end
e
Of Eng
elond, to Caunterbury they wend
e,
The hooly blisful martir for to sek
e,
That hem hath holpen whan that they were seek
e.