Chaucer - The character of the Squire

With him (the knight) there was his son, a youthful squire,

A lover and a lusty bachelor,

With locks well curled, as if they’d laid in press.

Some twenty years of age he was, I guess.

In stature he was of an average length,

Wondrously active, aye, and great of strength.

He’d ridden sometime with the cavalry

In Flanders, in Artois, and Picardy,

And borne him well within that little space

In hope to win thereby his lady’s grace.

Embroidered was he, like a meadow bed

All full of freshest flowers, white and red.

Singing he was, or fluting, all the day;

He was as fresh as is the month of May.

Short was his gown, with sleeves both long and wide.

Well could he sit on horse, and fairly ride.

He could make songs and words thereto indite,

Joust, and dance too, as well as sketch and write.

So hot he loved that, while night told her tale,

He slept no more than does a nightingale.

Courteous he, and humble, willing and able,

And carved before his father at the table.

Taken from the General Prologue of the Canterbury Tales