The Canterbury Tales: The Miller's Tale
Now was ther of that chirche a parissh clerk,
The which that was ycleped Absolon.
. . .
His rode was reed, his eyen greye as good.
With Poules wyndow corven on his shoos.
Somtyme, to shewe his lightnesse and maistrye,
He pleyeth Herodes upon a scaffold hye.
I thoghte ay wel how that it sholde be!
Men sholde nat knowe of Goddes pryvetee.