From Geoffrey Chaucer's "The Canterbury Tales", The Physician's Tale, lines 105-117

From The Canterbury Tales:
The Physician's Tale
lines 105-117: The virtue and goodness of the knight's daughter

105	This mayde, of which I wol this tale expresse,
	So kepte hirself, hir neded no maistresse.
	For in hir lyvyng maydens myghten rede,
	As in a book, every good word or dede
	That longeth to a mayden vertuous,
110	She was so prudent and so bountevous.
	For which the fame out-sprong on every syde
	Bothe of hir beautee and hir bountee wyde,
	That thurgh that land they preised hire echone
	That loved vertu; save encye allone,
115	That sory is of oother mennes wele,
	And glad is of his sorwe and his unheele.
	(The doctour maketh this descripcioun.)

105	This virgin, of whom I do this praise express,
	Guarded herself, nor needed governess;
	For in her daily life all maids might read,
	As in a book, every good word or deed
	That might become a virgin virtuous;
110	She was so prudent and so bounteous.
	From all this grew the fame on every side
	Of both her beauty and her goodness wide;
	Throughout that land they praised her, every one
	That virtue loved; and Envy stood alone,
115	That sorry is when others live in weal
	And for their woe will ever gladness feel.
	(Doctor Augustine's are these words, I own).