Read the excerpt from the General Prolgue to the Canterbury Tales.She was so full of charity and pityThat if she saw a mouse caught in a trap,And it was dead or bleeding, she would weep.She kept some little dogs, and these she fedOn roast meat, or on milk and fine white bread.But how she’d weep if one of them were dead,Or if somebody took a stick to it!She was all sensitivity and tender heart.Her veil was pleated most becomingly;Her nose well-shaped; eyes blue-grey, of great beauty;And her mouth tender, very small, and red.And there’s no doubt she had a fine forehead,Almost a span in breadth, I’d swear it was,For certainly she was not undersized.