A KNIGHT ther was, and that a worthy man,  That fro the tyme that he first bigan  To riden out, he loved chivalrie,  Trouthe and honour, fredom and curteisie.  Ful worthy was he in his lordes werre,  And therto hadde he riden, no man ferre,  As wel in cristendom as in hethenesse,  And evere honoured for his worthynesse.      At Alisaundre he was whan it was wonne.  Ful ofte tyme he hadde the bord bigonne  Aboven alle nacions in Pruce;  In Lettow hadde he reysed and in Ruce,  No cristen man so ofte of his degree.  In Gernade at the seege eek hadde he be  Of Algezir, and riden in Belmarye.  At Lyeys was he and at Satalye,  Whan they were wonne; and in the Grete See  At many a noble armee hadde he be.  At mortal batailles hadde he been fiftene,  And foughten for oure feith at Tramyssene  In lystes thries, and ay slayn his foo.  This ilke worthy knyght hadde been also  Somtyme with the lord of Palatye  Agayn another hethen in Turkye.  And everemoore he hadde a sovereyn prys;  And though that he were worthy, he was wys,  And of his port as meeke as is a mayde.  He nevere yet no vileynye ne sayde  In al his lyf unto no maner wight.  He was a verray, parfit gentil knyght.  But, for to tellen yow of his array,  His hors were goode, but he was nat gay.  Of fustian he wered a gypon  Al bismotered with his habergeon,  For he was late ycome from his viage,  And wente for to doon his pilgrymage.