Book I., 304-5.

Y-wis, my dere herte, I am nought wrooth,
Have here my trouthe and many another ooth;
Now speek to me, for it am I, Criseyde!

Book III., 1110-2.

And fare now wel, myn owene swete herte!

Book V., 1421.

--CHAUCER (_Troilus and Criseyde_).




THE TRAVELLER
TO
THE READER



The traveller who presents himself in this little book feels how
tedious a person he may prove to be. Most travellers, that he ever
heard of, were the happy possessors of audacity and rigour, a zeal for
facts, a zeal for Science, a vivid faith in powder and gold. Who,
then, will bear for a moment with an ignorant, pacific adventurer,
without even a gun?