Patient Griselda

Patient Griselda, by Geoffrey Chaucer (publ. ?)

 

Patient Griselda Her flowing hair they combed, that lay untressed
All loosely, and with fingers delicate
Her forehead with a coronet they dressed,
And covered her with jewels small and great.
Why should I longer her array relate ?
The people, for her beauty, scarce her knew
When richly she was thus arrayed anew.