…And bathed every veyne in swich licour / Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth / Inspired hath in every holt and heeth / The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne / Hath in the Ram his half cours yronne, / And smale foweles maken melodye, / That slepen al the nyght with open ye / (So priketh hem Nature in hir corages), / Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages, / And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes, / To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes; / And specially from every shires ende / Of Engelond to Caunterbury they wende, / The hooly blisful martir for to seke, / That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke. - Victor Ganata

lol, that's perfect, Pete :D - Victor Ganata

Sorry i deleted it so as not to break up the poem :O - Pete's Got To Go

Indeed, given we're all off to ferne halwes in a bit over a week. - Technodad