Geoffrey Chaucer (c. 1340–1400)

AND also, beau sire, of other things,

That is, thou hasté no tidings

Of Lové’s folk, if they be glade,

Ne of nothing elsé that God made,

And not only fro far countree,

That no tidings come to thee,

Not of thy very neighbors,

That dwellen almost at thy dores,

Thou hearest neither that ne this,

For when thy labor all done is,

And hast made all thy reckonings

Instead of rest and of new things,

Thou goest home to thine house anone,

And also dumbé as a stone,

Thou sittest at another booke,

Till fully dazèd is thy looke,

And livest thus as an hermite.