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