
Whan that April with his showres soote
The drought of March hath perced to the roote
And bathed every vein in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flowr;
Whan Zephyrus, eek, with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tender croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halve course y-runne
...
It was enjoyable- not really to my taste, but enjoyable.I thoroughly enjoyed Magician by Raymond E Feist, despite being warned about it being no good.