Now I am like the knurrie-bulked Oke,

I have since visited sundrous establishments.

Lord Wellesley […] sent down all his carriages, servants, staff officers, and general establishment to receive his noble supercessor at the waterside.

Chaucer's people are not paralyzed by self-consciousness in the act of love. They possess none of modern man's neurasthenic haste to import trouble in paradise.