Because of Madrid, from the depths of my 'mind' an end-of-life phrase struggled to the surface which I tracked down when we got home:
Such as thou art, some time was I,
Such as I am , such shalt thou be.written in awe of Geoffrey Chaucer before, and have indeed read most of that entertaining set of tales within the framing tale. The frame is that a rattle of sondry folk, a microcosm of medieval society, gathers in The Tabard Inn, Southwark and sets off in pilgrimage for the tomb of St Thomas à Becket in Canterbury.
Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmers for to seken straunge strondesThe Tales are funny, dirty, satirical and timeless - recommended.
If we're going to spend the next several weeks in lock-down because of this century's Great Plague, it might be an opportunity to see what was floating the social boat in similar lock-down isolation circumstances 673 years ago in Italy.