Upon a rock to the city
Do we climb a mountain tide
The best man loves a wanderer
For He knows deep down the Devil’s pride.
Cudos to Chaucer, what a little trooper.
I think I went to that cathedral once. There was a big statue of Chaucer and if I’m not mistaken he was either sitting on top of a horse, or he was wearing some pimply robes. Either way, fun times. Maybe it was a statue of Thomas Becket. I dunno man.