| | In a summer season, when I south went, |
| | I shaped me a shroud, as I a sheep were.
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| | In habit as an hermit unholy of works,
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| | I went wide in this world, wonders to hear. |
| 5 | | But upon a May morning on Malvern hills |
| | Me befell a ferly, of fairy me thought. |
| | I was weary forwandered; I went me to rest |
| | Under a broad bank by a burn's side. |
| | But as I lay and leaned and looked on the waters, |
| 10 | | I slumbered in a sleeping. I swevenede so merry. |
| | There began I to mete a marvelous sweven: |
| | That I was in a wilderness, I wist never where; |
| | But as I beheld into the east, up to the sun,
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| | I saw a tower in a coste, truly attired;
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| 15 | | A deep dale beneath, a dungeon therein,
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| | With deep dikes and dark, dreadful of sight. |
| | A fair field full of folk found I between,
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| | Of all manner of men, the mean and the rich, |
| | Working and wandering as this world asks:
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| 20 | | Some put them to the plow, and played full seldom, |
| | In seed time of sowing swonkyn full hard |
| | That these wasters now with gluttony destroy.
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| | Some put them to pride, and apparelled them thereafter: |
| | In countenance of clothing they come disguised.
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| 25 | | To prayer and to penance put them many, |
| | For the love of our Lord lived full strait, |
| | In hope for to have heavenreich bliss, |
| | As anchorites and hermits that live in their cells,
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| | And covet nought in the country to carry about, |
| 30 | | For none lecherous livelihood their lykamys to please. |
| | And some chose them to chaffare: they achieved the better,
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| | As it is seen to our sight that such men thrive. |
| | And some men mirths to make, as minstrels can,
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| | Get gold with their glee, sinless, I trowe. |
| 35 | | Ac japers and janglers, Judas's children, |
| | Began find many fantasies and fools them make, |
| | And have wit at their will to work what them likes. |
| | That that Paul preaches of them I dare not prove here:
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| | Qui loquitur turpiloquium ys Lucifer's hyne.
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| 40 | | Beggeres and bidders fast about yede, |
| | Till their bellies and their bags were bredful crammed ; |
| | They flyteth for their food, and fight at the ale;
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| | In gluttony, God wot, go they to bed, |
| | And rise up with ribaldry, as Robert's knaves;
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| 45 | | Sleep and sloth sues them ever. |
| | Pilgrims and palmers plight them together
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| | For to seek Saint James and saints in Rome;
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| | And went forth in their way with many wise talys, |
| | And had leave to lie all their lyf after. |
| 50 | | Hermits on an heap with hooked staves |
| | Went to Walsingham, and their wenches after.
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| | Great lubbers and long, loath for to swink, |
| | Clothed them in copes to be known from others;
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| | Shaped them hermits, their ease to have. |
| 55 | | Vicars on fele halves find them to do:
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| | leaders they be of lovedays, and with the law meddle. |
| | I found there the friars, all the four orders,
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| | Preaching the people for profit of their wombs, |
| | Glossed the gospel as them good liked,
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| 60 | | For coveting of copes construed it as they would. |
| | Many of those masters may clothe them at liking, |
| | For their money and their merchandise metyn together. |
| | Since charity has been chapman, and chief to shrive lords,
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| | Fele ferlis have falle in a few years; |
| 65 | | But holy church and they hold together, |
| | The most mischief of this mould mounts up fast. |
| | There preached a pardoner, a priest as though he were,
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| | Brought forth bulls with bishop's seals,
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| | And said himself might absolve them all
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| 70 | | Of falseness, of fasting, of vows broken.
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| | The lewd men believed him well, and liked his speech, |
| | Came kneeling up to kiss his bulls; |
| | He blessed them with his brevet, and bleared their eyes,
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| | Reached them with his rageman brooches and rings. |
| 75 | | Thus you give your gold gluttons to help, |
| | And lend it losels that lechery haunt!
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| | But were the bishop blessed and worth both his ears,
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| | His seals should not be sent to deceive the people. |
| | I trowe it be not for the bishop that the boy preaches;
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| 80 | | But for the pardoner and the parish priest depart the silver
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| | That the poor should depart that they not were. |
| | Parsons and parish priests complain to their bishop, |
| | That their parishioners be poor since the pestilence time,
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| | To have a licence and a leave at London to dwell,
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| 85 | | To sing for simony, for silver is sweet.
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| | There hovyd an hundred in howys of silk, |
| | Sergeants those seemed, pleaded at the bar;
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| | They pleaded for pennies and pounded the law,
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| | Ac none for the love of our Lord opened their lips . |
| 90 | | You might better mete the mist on Malvern hills |
| | Than get a mum of their mouth till money be showed . |
| | I saw there bishops bolde and bachelors of divine
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| | Become clerks of account, the king for to serve; |
| | I saw there archdeacons and deans, that dignity have
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| 95 | | To preach the people and poor men to feed, |
| | They be loped to London, through leave of their bishop, |
| | And be clerks of the king's bench, the country to shynde. |
| | Barons and burgeysys, and bondsmen also, |
| | I saw in that assembly, as you shall hear hereafter. |
| 100 | | I saw there bakers and brewers, butchers and cooks,
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| | Woolen websters, and weavers of linen, |
| | Tailors, taverners, and tinkers both, |
| | Masons, miners, and many other crafts, |
| | As dikers and delvers, that do their work ill, |
| 105 | | To drive forth the long day with "douce Dame Emme."
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| | Cokys and their knaves cried, "Hot pies, hot! |
| | Good geese and grys! Go we dine, go we!"
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| | Taverners tolled them and told them the same, |
| | With "white wine of Alsace, and of Gascony,
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| 110 | | Of the Rhine and the La Rochelle, that roast to defy." |
| | This I saw myself, and seven sythes more. |