The Canterbury Tales: The Miller's Tale
They tolden every man that he was wood,
He was agast so of 'Nowelis flood'
Thurgh fantasye, that of his vanitee
He hadde y-boght him kneding-tubbes three,
And hadde hem hanged in the roof above;
And that he preyed hem, for Goddes love,
To sitten in the roof, par compaignye.
For what so that this carpenter answerde,
It was for noght, no man his reson herde.
With othes grete he was so sworn adoun,
That he was holden wood in al the toun.
For every clerk anonright heeld with other:
They seyde, 'The man is wood, my leve brother.'