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Whan that aprill with his shoures soote

The droghte of march hath perced to the roote,

And bathed every veyne in swich licour

Of which vertu engendred is the flour;

Whan zephirus eek with his sweete breeth

Inspired hath in every holt and heeth

Tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne

Hath in the ram his halve cours yronne,

And smale foweles maken melodye,

That slepen al the nyght with open ye

(so priketh hem nature in hir corages);

Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,

And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,

To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;

And specially from every shires ende

Of engelond to caunterbury they wende,

The hooly blisful martir for to seke,

That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.

Bifil that in that seson on a day,

In southwerk at the tabard as I lay

Redy to wenden on my pilgrymage

To caunterbury with ful devout corage,

At nyght was come into that hostelrye

Wel nyne and twenty in a compaignye,

Of sondry folk, by aventure yfalle

In felaweshipe, and pilgrimes were they alle,

That toward caunterbury wolden ryde.

The chambres and the stables weren wyde,

And wel we weren esed atte beste.

And shortly, whan the sonne was to reste,

So hadde I spoken with hem everichon

That I was of hir felaweshipe anon,

And made forward erly for to ryse,

To take oure wey ther as I yow devyse.

But nathelees, whil I have tyme and space,

Er that I ferther in this tale pace,

Me thynketh it acordaunt to resoun

To telle yow al the condicioun

Of ech of hem, so as it semed me,

And whiche they weren, and of what degree,

And eek in what array that they were inne;

And at a knyght than wol I first bigynne.

A knyght ther was, and that a worthy man,

That fro the tyme that he first bigan

To riden out, he loved chivalrie,

Trouthe and honour, fredom and curteisie.

Ful worthy was he in his lordes werre,

And therto hadde he riden, no man ferre,

As wel in cristendom as in hethenesse,

And evere honoured for his worthynesse.

At Alisaundre he was whan it was wonne.

Ful ofte tyme he hadde the bord bigonne

Aboven alle nacions in pruce;

In lettow hadde he reysed and in ruce,

No cristen man so ofte of his degree.

In gernade at the seege eek hadde he be

Of algezir, and riden in belmarye.

At lyeys was he and at satalye,

Whan they were wonne; and in the grete see

At many a noble armee hadde he be.

At mortal batailles hadde he been fiftene,

And foughten for oure feith at tramyssene

In lystes thries, and ay slayn his foo.

This ilke worthy knyght hadde been also

Somtyme with the lord of palatye

Agayn another hethen in turkye. Page 18

And everemoore he hadde a sovereyn prys;

And though that he were worthy, he was wys,

And of his port as meeke as is a mayde.

He nevere yet no vileynye ne sayde

In al his lyf unto no maner wight.

He was a verray, parfit gentil knyght.

But, for to tellen yow of his array,

His hors were goode, but he was nat gay.

Of fustian he wered a gypon

Al bismotered with his habergeon,

For he was late ycome from his viage,

And wente for to doon his pilgrymage.

With hym ther was his sone, a yong squier,

A lovyere and a lusty bacheler,

With lokkes crulle as they were leyd in presse.

Of twenty yeer of age he was, I gesse.

Of his stature he was of evene lengthe,

And wonderly delyvere, and of greet strengthe.

And he hadde been somtyme in chyvachie

In flaundres, in artoys, and pycardie,

And born hym weel, as of so litel space,

In hope to stonden in his lady grace.

Embrouded was he, as it were a meede

Al ful of fresshe floures, whyte and reede.

Syngynge he was, or floytynge, al the day;

He was as fressh as is the month of may.

Short was his gowne, with sleves longe and wyde.

Wel koude he sitte on hors and faire ryde.

He koude songes make and wel endite,

Juste and eek daunce, and weel purtreye and write.

So hoote he lovede that by nyghtertale.

He sleep namoore than dooth a nyghtyngale.

Curteis he was, lowely, and servysable,

And carf biforn his fader at the table.

A yeman hadde he and servantz namo

At that tyme, for hym liste ride so,

And he was clad in cote and hood of grene.

A sheef of pecok arwes, bright and kene,

Under his belt he bar ful thriftily,

(wel koude he dresse his takel yemanly:

His arwes drouped noght with fetheres lowe)

And in his hand he baar a myghty bowe.

A not heed hadde he, with a broun visage.

Of wodecraft wel koude he al the usage.

Upon his arm he baar a gay bracer,

And by his syde a swerd and a bokeler,

And on that oother syde a gay daggere

Harneised wel and sharp as point of spere;

A cristopher on his brest of silver sheene.

An horn he bar, the bawdryk was of grene;

A forster was he, soothly, as I gesse.

Ther was also a nonne, a prioresse,

That of hir smylyng was ful symple and coy;

Hire gretteste ooth was but by seinte loy;

And she was cleped madame eglentyne.

Ful weel she soong the service dyvyne,

Entuned in hir nose ful semely,

And frenssh she spak ful faire and fetisly,

After the scole of stratford atte bowe,

For frenssh of parys was to hire unknowe.

At mete wel ytaught was she with alle:

She leet no morsel from hir lippes falle,

Ne wette hir fyngres in hir sauce depe;

Wel koude she carie a morsel and wel kepe

That no drope ne fille upon hire brest.

In curteisie was set ful muchel hir lest.

Hir over-lippe wyped she so clene

That in hir coppe ther was no ferthyng sene

Of grece, whan she dronken hadde hir draughte.

Ful semely after hir mete she raughte.

And sikerly she was of greet desport,

And ful plesaunt, and amyable of port,

And peyned hire to countrefete cheere

Of court, and to been estatlich of manere,

And to ben holden digne of reverence.

But, for to speken of hire conscience,

She was so charitable and so pitous

She wolde wepe, if that she saugh a mous

Kaught in a trappe, if it were deed or bledde.

Of smale houndes hadde she that she fedde

With rosted flessh, or milk and wastel-breed.

But soore wepte she if oon of hem were deed,

Or if men smoot it with a yerde smerte;

And al was conscience and tendre herte.

Ful semyly hir wympul pynched was,

Hir nose tretys, hir eyen greye as glas,

Hir mouth ful smal, and therto softe and reed;

But sikerly she hadde a fair forheed;

It was almoost a spanne brood, I trowe;

For, hardily, she was nat undergrowe.

Ful fetys was hir cloke, as I was war.

Of smal coral aboute hire arm she bar

A peire of bedes, gauded al with grene,

And theron heng a brooch of gold ful sheene,

On which ther was first write a crowned a,

And after amor vincit omnia.

Another nonne with hire hadde she,

That was hir chapeleyne, and preestes thre.

A monk ther was, a fair for the maistrie,

An outridere, that lovede venerie,

A manly man, to been an abbot able.

Ful many a deyntee hors hadde he in stable,

And whan he rood, men myghte his brydel heere

Gynglen in a whistlynge wynd als cleere

And eek as loude as dooth the chapel belle. Page 19

Ther as this lord was kepere of the celle,

The reule of seint maure or of seint beneit,

By cause that it was old and somdel streit

This ilke monk leet olde thynges pace,

And heeld after the newe world the space.

He yaf nat of that text a pulled hen,

That seith that hunters ben nat hooly men,

Ne that a monk, whan he is recchelees,

Is likned til a fissh that is waterlees, --

This is to seyn, a monk out of his cloystre.

But thilke text heeld he nat worth an oystre;

And I seyde his opinion was good.

What sholde he studie and make hymselven wood,

Upon a book in cloystre alwey to poure,

Or swynken with his handes, and laboure,

As austyn bit? how shal the world be served?

Lat austyn have his swynk to hym reserved!

Therfore he was a prikasour aright:

Grehoundes he hadde as swift as fowel in flight;

Of prikyng and of huntyng for the hare

Was al his lust, for no cost wolde he spare.

I seigh his sleves purfiled at the hond

With grys, and that the fyneste of a lond;

And, for to festne his hood under his chyn,

He hadde of gold ywroght a ful curious pyn;

A love-knotte in the gretter ende ther was.

His heed was balled, that shoon as any glas,

And eek his face, as he hadde been enoynt.

He was a lord ful fat and in good poynt;

His eyen stepe, and rollynge in his heed,

That stemed as a forneys of a leed;

His bootes souple, his hors in greet estaat.

Now certeinly he was a fair prelaat;

He was nat pale as a forpyned goost.

A fat swan loved he best of any roost.

His palfrey was as broun as is a berye.

A frere ther was, a wantowne and a merye,

A lymytour, a ful solempne man.

In alle the ordres foure is noon that kan

So muchel of daliaunce and fair langage.

He hadde maad ful many a mariage

Of yonge wommen at his owene cost.

Unto his ordre he was a noble post.

Ful wel biloved and famulier was he

With frankeleyns over al in his contree,

And eek with worthy wommen of the toun;

For he hadde power of confessioun,

As seyde hymself, moore than a curat,

For of his ordre he was licenciat.

Ful swetely herde he confessioun,

And plesaunt was his absolucioun:

He was an esy man to yeve penaunce,

Ther as he wiste to have a good pitaunce.

For unto a povre ordre for to yive

Is signe that a man is wel yshryve;

For if he yaf, he dorste make avaunt,

He wiste that a man was repentaunt;

For many a man so hard is of his herte,

He may nat wepe, althogh hym soore smerte.

Therfore in stede of wepynge and preyeres

Men moote yeve silver to the povre freres.

His typet was ay farsed ful of knyves

And pynnes, for to yeven faire wyves.

And certeinly he hadde a murye note:

Wel koude he synge and pleyen on a rote;

Of yeddynges he baar outrely the pris.

His nekke whit was as the flour-de-lys;

Therto he strong was as a champioun.

He knew the tavernes wel in every toun

And everich hostiler and tappestere

Bet than a lazar or a beggestere;

For unto swich a worthy man as he

Acorded nat, as by his facultee,

To have with sike lazars aqueyntaunce.

It is nat honest, it may nat avaunce,

For to deelen with no swich poraille,

But al with riche and selleres of vitaille.

And over al, ther as profit sholde arise,

Curteis he was and lowely of servyse.

Ther nas no man nowher so vertuous.

He was the beste beggere in his hous;

(and yaf a certeyne ferme for the graunt;

    252.1

Noon of his bretheren cam ther in his haunt;)

    252.2

For thogh a wydwe hadde noght a sho,

So plesaunt was his in principio,

Yet wolde he have a ferthyng, er he wente.

His purchas was wel bettre than his rente.

And rage he koude, as it were right a whelp.

In love-dayes ther koude he muchel help,

For ther he was nat lyk a cloysterer

With a thredbare cope, as is a povre scoler,

But he was lyk a maister or a pope.

Of double worstede was his semycope,

That rounded as a belle out of the presse.

Somwhat he lipsed, for his wantownesse,

To make his englissh sweete upon his tonge;

And in his harpyng, whan that he hadde songe,

His eyen twynkled in his heed aryght,

As doon the sterres in the frosty nyght.

This worthy lymytour was cleped huberd.

A marchant was ther with a forked berd,

In mottelee, and hye on horse he sat;

Upon his heed a flaundryssh bever hat,

His bootes clasped faire and fetisly.

His resons he spak ful solempnely,

Sownynge alwey th' encrees of his wynnyng. Page 20

He wolde the see were kept for any thyng

Bitwixe middelburgh and orewelle.

Wel koude he in eschaunge sheeldes selle.

This worthy man ful wel his wit bisette:

Ther wiste no wight that he was in dette,

So estatly was he of his governaunce

With his bargaynes and with his chevyssaunce.

For sothe he was a worthy man with alle,

But, sooth to seyn, I noot how men hym calle.

A clerk ther was of oxenford also,

That unto logyk hadde longe ygo.

As leene was his hors as is a rake,

And he nas nat right fat, I undertake,

But looked holwe, and therto sobrely.

Ful thredbare was his overeste courtepy;

For he hadde geten hym yet no benefice,

Ne was so worldly for to have office.

For hym was levere have at his beddes heed

Twenty bookes, clad in blak or reed,

Of aristotle and his philosophie,

Than robes riche, or fithele, or gay sautrie.

But al be that he was a philosophre,

Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre;

But al that he myghte of his freendes hente,

On bookes and on lernynge he it spente,

And bisily gan for the soules preye

Of hem that yaf hym wherwith to scoleye.

Of studie took he moost cure and moost heede,

Noght o word spak he moore than was neede,

And that was seyd in forme and reverence,

And short and quyk and ful of hy sentence;

Sownynge in moral vertu was his speche,

And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.

A sergeant of the lawe, war and wys,

That often hadde been at the parvys,

Ther was also, ful riche of excellence.

Discreet he was and of greet reverence --

He semed swich, his wordes weren so wise.

Justice he was ful often in assise,

By patente and by pleyn commissioun.

For his science and for his heigh renoun,

Of fees and robes hadde he many oon.

So greet a purchasour was nowher noon:

Al was fee symple to hym in effect;

His purchasyng myghte nat been infect.

Nowher so bisy a man as he ther nas,

And yet he semed bisier than he was.

In termes hadde he caas and doomes alle

That from the tyme of kyng william were falle.

Therto he koude endite, and make a thyng,

Ther koude no wight pynche at his writyng;

And every statut koude he pleyn by rote.

He rood but hoomly in a medlee cote.

Girt with a ceint of silk, with barres smale;

Of his array telle I no lenger tale.

A frankeleyn was in his compaignye.

Whit was his berd as is the dayesye;

Of his complexioun he was sangwyn.

Wel loved he by the morwe a sop in wyn;

To lyven in delit was evere his wone,

For he was epicurus owene sone,

That heeld opinioun that pleyn delit

Was verray felicitee parfit.

An housholdere, and that a greet, was he;

Seint julian he was in his contree.

His breed, his ale, was alweys after oon;

A bettre envyned man was nowher noon.

Withoute bake mete was nevere his hous

Of fissh and flessh, and that so plentevous,

It snewed in his hous of mete and drynke,

Of alle deyntees that men koude thynke.

After the sondry sesons of the yeer,

So chaunged he his mete and his soper.

Ful many a fat partrich hadde he in muwe,

And many a breem and many a luce in stuwe.

Wo was his cook but if his sauce were

Poynaunt and sharp, and redy al his geere.

His table dormant in his halle alway

Stood redy covered al the longe day.

At sessiouns ther was he lord and sire;

Ful ofte tyme he was knyght of the shire.

An anlaas and a gipser al of silk

Heeng at his girdel, whit as morne milk.

A shirreve hadde he been, and a contour.

Was nowher swich a worthy vavasour.

An haberdasshere and a carpenter,

A webbe, a dyere, and a tapycer, --

And they were clothed alle in o lyveree

Of a solempne and a greet fraternitee.

Ful fressh and newe hir geere apiked was;

Hir knyves were chaped noght with bras

But al with silver; wroght ful clene and weel

Hire girdles and hir pouches everydeel.

Wel semed ech of hem a fair burgeys

To sitten in a yeldehalle on a deys.

Everich, for the wisdom that he kan,

Was shaply for to been an alderman.

For catel hadde they ynogh and rente,

And eek hir wyves wolde it wel assente;

And elles certeyn were they to blame.

It is ful fair to been ycleped madame,

And goon to vigilies al bifore,

And have a mantel roialliche ybore.

A cook they hadde with hem for the nones

To boille the chiknes with the marybones,

And poudre-marchant tart and galyngale.

Wel koude he knowe a draughte of londoun ale. Page 21

He koude rooste, and sethe, and broille, and frye,

Maken mortreux, and wel bake a pye.

But greet harm was it, as it thoughte me,

That on his shyne a mormal hadde he.

For blankmanger, that made he with the beste.

A shipman was ther, wonynge fer by weste;

For aught I woot, he was of dertemouthe.

He rood upon a rounce, as he kouthe,

In a gowne of faldyng to the knee.

A daggere hangynge on a laas hadde he

Aboute his nekke, under his arm adoun.

The hoote somer hadde maad his hewe al broun;

And certeinly he was a good felawe.

Ful many a draughte of wyn had he ydrawe

Fro burdeux-ward, whil that the chapmen sleep.

Of nyce conscience took he no keep.

If that he faught, and hadde the hyer hond,

By water he sente hem hoom to every lond.

But of his craft to rekene wel his tydes,

His stremes, and his daungers hym bisides,

His herberwe, and his moone, his lodemenage,

Ther nas noon swich from hulle to cartage.

Hardy he was and wys to undertake;

With many a tempest hadde his berd been shake.

He knew alle the havenes, as they were,

Fro gootlond to the cape of fynystere,

And every cryke in britaigne and in spayne.

His barge ycleped was the maudelayne.

With us ther was a doctour of phisik;

In al this world ne was the noon hym lik,

To speke of phisik and of surgerye

For he was grounded in astronomye.

He kepte his pacient a ful greet deel

In houres by his magyk natureel.

Wel koude he fortunen the ascendent

Of his ymages for his pacient.

He knew the cause of everich maladye,

Were it of hoot, or coold, or moyste, or drye,

And where they engendred, and of what humour.

He was a verray, parfit praktisour:

The cause yknowe, and of his harm the roote,

Anon he yaf the sike man his boote.

Ful redy hadde he his apothecaries

To sende hym drogges and his letuaries,

For ech of hem made oother for to wynne --

Hir frendshipe nas nat newe to bigynne.

Wel knew he the olde esculapius,

And deyscorides, and eek rufus,

Olde ypocras, haly, and galyen,

Serapion, razis, and avycen,

Averrois, damascien, and constantyn,

Bernard, and gatesden, and gilbertyn.

Of his diete mesurable was he,

For it was of no superfluitee,

But of greet norissyng and digestible.

His studie was but litel on the bible.

In sangwyn and in pers he clad was al,

Lyned with taffata and with sendal;

And yet he was but esy of dispence;

He kepte that he wan in pestilence.

For gold in phisik is a cordial,

Therefore he lovede gold in special.

A good wif was ther of biside bathe,

But she was somdel deef, and that was scathe.

Of clooth-makyng she hadde swich an haunt,

She passed hem of ypres and of gaunt.

In al the parisshe wif ne was ther noon

That to the offrynge bifore hire sholde goon;

And if ther dide, certeyn so wrooth was she,

That she was out of alle charitee.

Hir coverchiefs ful fyne weren of ground;

I dorste swere they weyeden ten pound

That on a sonday weren upon hir heed.

Hir hosen weren of fyn scarlet reed,

Ful streite yteyd, and shoes ful moyste and newe.

Boold was hir face, and fair, and reed of hewe.

She was a worthy womman al hir lyve:

Housbondes at chirche dore she hadde fyve,

Withouten oother compaignye in youthe, --

But therof nedeth nat to speke as nowthe.

And thries hadde she been at jerusalem;

She hadde passed many a straunge strem;

At rome she hadde been, and at boloigne,

In galice at seint-jame, and at coloigne.

She koude muchel of wandrynge by the weye.

Gat-tothed was she, soothly for to seye.

Upon an amblere esily she sat,

Ywympled wel, and on hir heed an hat

As brood as is a bokeler or a targe;

A foot-mantel aboute hir hipes large,

And on hir feet a paire of spores sharpe.

In felaweshipe wel koude she laughe and carpe.

Of remedies of love she knew per chaunce,

For she koude of that art the olde daunce.

A good man was ther of religioun,

And was a povre persoun of a toun,

But riche he was of hooly thoght and werk.

He was also a lerned man, a clerk,

That cristes gospel trewely wolde preche;

His parisshens devoutly wolde he teche.

Benygne he was, and wonder diligent,

And in adversitee ful pacient, Page 22

And swich he was ypreved ofte sithes.

Ful looth were hym to cursen for his tithes,

But rather wolde he yeven, out of doute,

Unto his povre parisshens aboute

Of his offryng and eek of his substaunce.

He koude in litel thyng have suffisaunce.

Wyd was his parisshe, and houses fer asonder,

But he ne lefte nat, for reyn ne thonder,

In siknesse nor in meschief to visite

The ferreste in his parisshe, muche and lite,

Upon his feet, and in his hand a staf.

This noble ensample to his sheep he yaf,

That first he wroghte, and afterward he taughte.

Out of the gospel he tho wordes caughte,

And this figure he added eek therto,

That if gold ruste, what shal iren do?

For if a preest be foul, on whom we truste,

No wonder is a lewed man to ruste;

And shame it is, if a prest take keep,

A shiten shepherde and a clene sheep.

Wel oghte a preest ensample for to yive,

By his clennesse, how that his sheep sholde lyve.

He sette nat his benefice to hyre

And leet his sheep encombred in the myre

And ran to londoun unto seinte poules

To seken hym a chaunterie for soules,

Or with a bretherhed to been withholde;

But dwelte at hoom, and kepte wel his folde,

So that the wolf ne made it nat myscarie;

He was a shepherde and noght a mercenarie.

And though he hooly were and vertuous,

He was to synful men nat despitous,

Ne of his speche daungerous ne digne,

But in his techyng discreet and benygne.

To drawen folk to hevene by fairnesse,

By good ensample, this was his bisynesse.

But it were any persone obstinat,

What so he were, of heigh or lough estat,

Hym wolde he snybben sharply for the nonys.

A bettre preest I trowe that nowher noon ys.

He waited after no pompe and reverence,

Ne maked him a spiced conscience,

But cristes loore and his apostles twelve

He taughte, but first he folwed it hymselve.

With hym ther was a plowman, was his brother,

That hadde ylad of dong ful many a fother;

A trewe swynkere and a good was he,

Lyvynge in pees and parfit charitee.

God loved he best with al his hoole herte

At alle tymes, thogh him gamed or smerte,

And thanne his neighebor right as hymselve.

He wolde thresshe, and therto dyke and delve,

For cristes sake, for every povre wight,

Withouten hire, if it lay in his myght.

His tithes payde he ful faire and wel,

Bothe of his propre swynk and his catel.

In a tabard he rood upon a mere.

Ther was also a reve, and a millere,

A somnour, and a pardoner also,

A maunciple, and myself -- ther were namo.

The millere was a stout carl for the nones;

Ful byg he was of brawn, and eek of bones.

That proved wel, for over al ther he cam,

At wrastlynge he wolde have alwey the ram.

He was short-sholdred, brood, a thikke knarre;

Ther was no dore that he nolde heve of harre,

Or breke it at a rennyng with his heed.

His berd as any sowe or fox was reed,

And therto brood, as though it were a spade.

Upon the cop right of his nose he hade

A werte, and theron stood a toft of herys,

Reed as the brustles of a sowes erys;

His nosethirles blake were and wyde.

A swerd and bokeler bar he by his syde.

His mouth as greet was as a greet forneys.

He was a janglere and a goliardeys,

And that was moost of synne and harlotries.

Wel koude he stelen corn and tollen thries;

And yet he hadde a thombe of gold, pardee.

A whit cote and a blew hood wered he.

A baggepipe wel koude he blowe and sowne,

And therwithal he broghte us out of towne.

A gentil maunciple was ther of a temple,

Of which achatours myghte take exemple

For to be wise in byynge of vitaille;

For wheither that he payde or took by taille,

Algate he wayted so in his achaat

That he was ay biforn and in good staat.

Now is nat that of God a ful fair grace

That swich a lewed mannes wit shal pace

The wisdom of an heep of lerned men?

Of maistres hadde he mo than thries ten,

That weren of lawe expert and curious,

Of which ther were a duszeyne in that hous

Worthy to been stywardes of rente and lond

Of any lord that is in engelond,

To make hym lyve by his propre good

In honour dettelees (but if he were wood),

Or lyve as scarsly as hym list desire;

And able for to helpen al a shire

In any caas that myghte falle or happe;

And yet this manciple sette hir aller cappe.

The reve was a sclendre colerik man.

His berd was shave as ny as ever he kan;

His heer was by his erys ful round yshorn; Page 23

His top was dokked lyk a preest biforn

Ful longe were his legges and ful lene,

Ylyk a staf, ther was no calf ysene.

Wel koude he kepe a gerner and a bynne;

Ther was noon auditour koude on him wynne.

Wel wiste he by the droghte and by the reyn

The yeldynge of his seed and of his greyn.

His lordes sheep, his neet, his dayerye,

His swyn, his hors, his stoor, and his pultrye

Was hoolly in this reves governynge,

And by his covenant yaf the rekenynge,

Syn that his lord was twenty yeer of age.

Ther koude no man brynge hym in arrerage.

Ther nas baillif, ne hierde, nor oother hyne,

That he ne knew his sleighte and his covyne;

They were adrad of hym as of the deeth.

His wonyng was ful faire upon an heeth;

With grene trees yshadwed was his place.

He koude bettre than his lord purchace.

Ful riche he was astored pryvely:

His lord wel koude he plesen subtilly,

To yeve and lene hym of his owene good,

And have a thank, and yet a cote and hood.

In youthe he hadde lerned a good myster;

He was a wel good wrighte, a carpenter.

This reve sat upon a ful good stot,

That was al pomely grey and highte scot.

A long surcote of pers upon he hade,

And by his syde he baar a rusty blade.

Of northfolk was this reve of which I telle,

Biside a toun men clepen baldeswelle.

Tukked he was as is a frere aboute,

And evere he rood the hyndreste of oure route.

A somonour was ther with us in that place,

That hadde a fyr-reed cherubynnes face,

For saucefleem he was, with eyen narwe.

As hoot he was and lecherous as a sparwe,

With scalled browes blake and piled berd.

Of his visage children were aferd.

Ther nas quyk-silver, lytarge, ne brymstoon,

Boras, ceruce, ne oille of tartre noon;

Ne oynement that wolde clense and byte,

That hym myghte helpen of his whelkes white,

Nor of the knobbes sittynge on his chekes.

Wel loved he garleek, oynons, and eek lekes,

And for to drynken strong wyn, reed as blood;

Thanne wolde he speke and crie as he were wood.

And whan that he wel dronken hadde the wyn,

Thanne wolde he speke no word but latyn.

A fewe termes hadde he, two or thre,

That he had lerned out of som decree --

No wonder is, he herde it al the day;

And eek ye knowen wel how that a jay

Kan clepen watte as wel as kan the pope.

But whoso koude in oother thyng hym grope,

Thanne hadde he spent al his philosophie;

Ay questio quid iuris wolde he crie.

He was a gentil harlot and a kynde;

A bettre felawe sholde men noght fynde.

He wolde suffre for a quart of wyn

A good felawe to have his concubyn

A twelf month, and excuse hym atte fulle;

Ful prively a fynch eek koude he pulle.

And if he foond owher a good felawe,

He wolde techen him to have noon awe

In swich caas of the ercedekenes curs,

But if a mannes soule were in his purs;

For in his purs he sholde ypunysshed be.

Purs is the ercedekenes helle, seyde he.

But wel I woot he lyed right in dede;

Of cursyng oghte ech gilty man him drede,

For curs wol slee right as assoillyng savith,

And also war hym of a significavit.

In daunger hadde he at his owene gise

The yonge girles of the diocise,

And knew hir conseil, and was al hir reed.

A gerland hadde he set upon his heed

As greet as it were for an ale-stake.

A bokeleer hadde he maad hym of a cake.

With hym ther rood a gentil pardoner

Of rouncivale, his freend and his compeer,

That streight was comen fro the court of rome.

Ful loude he soong com hider, love, to me!

This somonour bar to hym a stif burdoun;

Was nevere trompe of half so greet a soun.

This pardoner hadde heer as yelow as wex,

But smothe it heeng as dooth a strike of flex;

By ounces henge his lokkes that he hadde,

And therwith he his shuldres overspradde;

But thynne it lay, by colpons oon and oon.

But hood, for jolitee, wered he noon,

For it was trussed up in his walet.

Hym thoughte he rood al of the newe jet;

Dischevelee, save his cappe, he rood al bare.

Swiche glarynge eyen hadde he as an hare.

A vernycle hadde he sowed upon his cappe.

His walet lay biforn hym in his lappe,

Bretful of pardoun, comen from rome al hoot.

A voys he hadde as smal as hath a goot.

No berd hadde he, ne nevere sholde have;

As smothe it was as it were late shave.

I trowe he were a geldyng or a mare.

But of his craft, fro berwyk into ware,

Ne was ther swich another pardoner

For in his male he hadde a pilwe-beer,

Which that he seyde was oure lady veyl: Page 24

He seyde he hadde a gobet of the seyl

That seint peter hadde, whan that he wente

Upon the see, til jhesu crist hym hente.

He hadde a croys of latoun ful of stones,

And in a glas he hadde pigges bones.

But with thise relikes, whan that he fond

A povre person dwellynge upon lond,

Upon a day he gat hym moore moneye

Than that the person gat in monthes tweye;

And thus, with feyned flaterye and japes,

He made the person and the peple his apes.

But trewely to tellen atte laste,

He was in chirche a noble ecclesiaste.

Wel koude he rede a lessoun or a storie,

But alderbest he song an offertorie;

For wel he wiste, whan that song was songe,

He moste preche and wel affile his tonge

To wynne silver, as he ful wel koude;

Therefore he song the murierly and loude.

Now have I toold you soothly, in a clause,

Th' estaat, th' array, the nombre, and eek the cause

Why that assembled was this compaignye

In southwerk at this gentil hostelrye

That highte the tabard, faste by the belle.

But now is tyme to yow for to telle

How that we baren us that ilke nyght,

Whan we were in that hostelrie alyght;

And after wol I telle of our viage

And al the remenaunt of oure pilgrimage.

But first I pray yow, of youre curteisye,

That ye n' arette it nat my vileynye,

Thogh that I pleynly speke in this mateere,

To telle yow hir wordes and hir cheere,

Ne thogh I speke hir wordes proprely.

For this ye knowen al so wel as I,

Whoso shal telle a tale after a man,

He moot reherce as ny as evere he kan

Everich a word, if it be in his charge,

Al speke he never so rudeliche and large,

Or ellis he moot telle his tale untrewe,

Or feyne thyng, or fynde wordes newe.

He may nat spare, althogh he were his brother;

He moot as wel seye o word as another.

Crist spak hymself ful brode in hooly writ,

And wel ye woot no vileynye is it.

Eek plato seith, whoso that kan hym rede,

The wordes moote be cosyn to the dede.

Also I prey yow to foryeve it me,

Al have I nat set folk in hir degree

Heere in this tale, as that they sholde stonde.

My wit is short, ye may wel understonde.

Greet chiere made oure hoost us everichon,

And to the soper sette he us anon.

He served us with vitaille at the beste;

Strong was the wyn, and wel to drynke us leste.

A semely man oure hooste was withalle

For to han been a marchal in an halle.

A large man he was with eyen stepe --

A fairer burgeys is ther noon in chepe --

Boold of his speche, and wys, and wel ytaught,

And of manhod hym lakkede right naught.

Eek therto he was right a myrie man,

And after soper pleyen he bigan,

And spak of myrthe amonges othere thynges,

Whan that we hadde maad oure rekenynges,

And seyde thus: now, lordynges, trewely,

Ye been to me right welcome, hertely;

For by my trouthe, if that I shal nat lye,

I saugh nat this yeer so myrie a compaignye

Atones in this herberwe as is now.

Fayn wolde I doon yow myrthe, wiste I how.

And of a myrthe I am right now bythoght,

To doon yow ese, and it shal coste noght.

Ye goon to caunterbury -- God yow speede,

The blisful martir quite yow youre meede!

And wel I woot, as ye goon by the weye,

Ye shapen yow to talen and to pleye;

For trewely, confort ne myrthe is noon

To ride by the weye doumb as a stoon;

And therfore wol I maken yow disport,

As I seyde erst, and doon yow som confort.

And if yow liketh alle by oon assent

For to stonden at my juggement,

And for to werken as I shal yow seye,

To-morwe, whan ye riden by the weye,

Now, by my fader soule that is deed,

But ye be myrie, I wol yeve yow myn heed!

Hoold up youre hondes, withouten moore speche.

Oure conseil was nat longe for to seche.

Us thoughte it was noght worth to make it wys,

And graunted hym withouten moore avys,

And bad him seye his voirdit as hym leste.

Lordynges, quod he, now herkneth for the beste;

But taak it nought, I prey yow, in desdeyn.

This is the poynt, to speken short and pleyn,

That ech of yow, to shorte with oure weye,

In this viage shal telle tales tweye

To caunterbury-ward, I mene it so,

And homward he shal tellen othere two,

Of aventures that whilom han bifalle.

And which of yow that bereth hym best of alle,

That is to seyn, that telleth in this caas

Tales of best sentence and moost solaas,

Shal have a soper at oure aller cost

Heere in this place, sittynge by this post, Page 25

Whan that we come agayn fro caunterbury.

And for to make yow the moore mury,

I wol myselven goodly with yow ryde,

Right at myn owene cost, and be youre gyde,

And whoso wole my juggement withseye

Shal paye al that we spenden by the weye.

And if ye vouche sauf that it be so,

Tel me anon, withouten wordes mo,

And I wol erly shape me therfore.

This thyng was graunted, and oure othes swore

With ful glad herte, and preyden hym also

That he wolde vouche sauf for to do so,

And that he wolde been oure governour,

And oure tales juge and reportour,

And sette a soper at a certeyn pris,

And we wol reuled been at his devys

In heigh and lough; and thus by oon assent

We been acorded to his juggement.

And therupon the wyn was fet anon;

We dronken, and to reste wente echon,

Withouten any lenger taryynge.

Amorwe, whan that day bigan to sprynge,

Up roos oure hoost, and was oure aller cok,

And gradrede us togidre alle in a flok,

And forth we riden a litel moore than paas

Unto the wateryng of seint thomas;

And there oure hoost bigan his hors areste

And seyde, lordynges, herkneth, if yow leste.

Ye woot youre foreward, and I it yow recorde.

If even-song and morwe-song accorde,

Lat se now who shal telle the firste tale.

As evere mote I drynke wyn or ale,

Whoso be rebel to my juggement

Shal paye for al that by the wey is spent.

Now draweth cut, er that we ferrer twynne;

He which that hath the shorteste shal bigynne.

Sire knyght, quod he, my mayster and my lord,

Now draweth cut, for that is myn accord.

Cometh neer, quod he, my lady prioresse.

And ye, sire clerk, lat be youre shamefastnesse,

Ne studieth noght; ley hond to, every man!

Anon to drawen every wight bigan,

And shortly for to tellen as it was,

Were it by aventure, or sort, or cas,

The sothe is this, the cut fil to the knyght,

Of which ful blithe and glad was every wyght,

And telle he moste his tale, as was resoun,

By foreward and by composicioun,

As ye han herd; what nedeth wordes mo?

And whan this goode man saugh that it was so,

As he that wys was and obedient

To kepe his foreward by his free assent,

He seyde, syn I shal bigynne the game,

What, welcome be the cut, a goddes name!

Now lat us ryde, and herkneth what I seye.

And with that word we ryden forth oure weye,

And he bigan with right a myrie cheere

His tale anon, and seyde as ye may heere

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+Whan that aprill with his shoures soote
-[[Image:ffz.gif|thumb|<s>Fursecution.net</s>]]
+The droghte of march hath perced to the roote,
-[[image:Whencometehyiff.jpg|thumb|right|An [[E621]] [[Luser|admin's]] reaction to a [[troll]] uploading [[WTC|9/11]] photos.]]
-Yiffing is [[furry]] intercourse, or the sounds made during such an act, modeled after the sound a [[fox]] makes when [[mating]]. Also can be referred to as "'''Diet [[Bestiality]]'''". About 97% is [[cybersex]], the rest is [[mudsex]].
+And bathed every veyne in swich licour
-The [[Paraphilia|deviant]] sexual practice of a [[furry]]. Basically mass-[[fursuit]]-clad [[frottage]].
+Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
-Sometimes it is used adjective to describe things "stimulating" to the particular sensibilities of a [[furry]], often as "yiffy" or even "yifftastic". It's possible to buy furniture that's [http://www.yiffy.com/ especially designed for yiffy action].
+Whan zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
-==What Is Yiffing?==
+Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
-[[Image:Sirkowski Furry Suit3.jpg|thumb|This is [[bestiality]].]]
+Tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
-'''Yiffing''' is the stimulating version of sex for the anthropomorhpic [[fetish]] which is known as furries. If you have ever spent a couple of hours near a [[furry]] (Which you might be doing but you'll never know), you would probably hear the word "yiff" after a great deal of time unless they're one of those stereotypical furry sluts that just thrive on sex.
-[http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/101641 Rejoice! The Yiff Anthem]
+Hath in the ram his halve cours yronne,
-==Bullshit furries made up to describe Yiff==
+And smale foweles maken melodye,
-According to [[faggotry|furry tradition]], "yiff" is the noise emitted by foxes while making [[secks|teh secks]] (DISCONFIRMED BY [[Wikipedophiles|TOW]]). This makes the male fox the official absolute slut of the animal kingdom.
+That slepen al the nyght with open ye
-[[Image:i don't yiff.jpg|thumb|lawl, bullshit.]]
+(so priketh hem nature in hir corages);
-[[Over 9,000]] people have, at one point, inquired as to how the furs got the details as to what foxes [[fucking]] sounds like. But since this is precisely the kind of thing a furfag would know first-hand, I'm going to take them at their word ([[secks|irl fockssecks lol]]).
+Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
-===The [[Lie|Truth]] [[Gay|comes out]]===
+And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,
-{{squote|Allow me to [[fuck|clear]] things up before you read this article...
-[[Tl;dr|the term Yiff was originally made up by a guy named LittleFox, who used the term as a happy greeting, long before all of this sexual Yiff crap started. There was a small "Foxish" language he made up for greetings and things like that. Yiff was the cheeriest greeting, Yerf being a happy, but not fully happy greeting. Followed by Growlth which was a negative or bad greeting. There are other words and phrases, but this was where it originally denominated from.
+To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;
-The common misconception is that the term "yiff" came from the sound Arctic foxes made while mating, but I don't know why anyone would listen to that, but somehow that's where Yiff supposedly came from. However the above paragraph disproves that.
+And specially from every shires ende
-If you wish to read on about the current meaning of the word, go right ahead but the original term is far different.]]|[[liar|Truthbringer]] - Revision as of 04:33, 24 December 2007}}
+Of engelond to caunterbury they wende,
-==IRL Yiffing==
+The hooly blisful martir for to seke,
-Telltale signs of yiffers include:
+That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.
-*Wearing or in possession of jizz-stained [[Fursuit]].
-*Smeared [[Beastpaint]], especially around the mouth and face.
+Bifil that in that seson on a day,
-The best way is to show them [[Zippocat]] to force them into a butt-hurt paralysis, then promptly blow their fucking faces off with the closest firearm you can find. Be quick though, for they will imitate foxes or some other creature and run away to the forests of furfaggotry in which they dwell, and most likely get [[lol|mauled]] by a [[bear]]. Don't let a bear steal your joy!
+In southwerk at the tabard as I lay
-It is in fact, illegal to shoot yiffers during Halloween and Christmas due to the chance of shooting an innocent child or sexy lady dressed as a cat; so in the coming year all furries will be [[Something_Awful#The_Lolocaust|required to wear a little yellow star so as to avoid confusion]].
+Redy to wenden on my pilgrymage
-All hot chicks who happen to be furries (about three of them) are not to be harmed. After capturing one, simply send her to the nearest Catholic school where she'll be trained to use her perversions for good, and wear a short skirt, like she is supposed to.
+To caunterbury with ful devout corage,
-[[Last Thursday]] some furfags [http://www.nj.com/mercer/index.ssf/2012/07/animal-themed_party_at_west_wi.html actually did that] at a meetup [[lol|for charity]]. They ended up getting [[drunk]] and yiffing in public. Not only were furries [[banned|permab&]] from there, but [http://www.nj.com/mercer/index.ssf/2012/08/west_windsor_volunteers_barred.html ironically the charity they were "helping" ended up getting pwnd by the township for hosting yiff orgies.] gg furfags.
+At nyght was come into that hostelrye
-<youtube>955N2-9G8A8</youtube>
+Wel nyne and twenty in a compaignye,
-==Skritching==
+Of sondry folk, by aventure yfalle
-[[Image:Collegefurry2.jpg|thumb|This is how furries act socially with each other.]]
+In felaweshipe, and pilgrimes were they alle,
-'''Skritching''' is the act of stimulating various erogenous zones manually, and is similar to gentle scratching. This is an exclusively [[furry]] or [[otherkin]] act, and is often a prelude to a full-blown yiffing.
+That toward caunterbury wolden ryde.
-Due to the [[furggotry|well known]] and [[furry|well documented]] intelligence level of furries, the vocabulary to describe foreplay and [[yiff|other drivel]] online suffers atrophy as the [[cancer|infection]] wears on. With the [[joke|dogged]] determination reminiscent of the [[smurf|Smurfs]] to spread [[AIDS]] through words this term, once coined in some dank, sticky, hairy [[Anthrocon|odd-numbered room]], spread like wildfire on the [[interbutts]]. Usually mis-typed (having moar than 3 consonants in a row) in a [[sick fuck|furry cyber-sex]] chatroom to let the other faggot know that fore-play is afoot.
+The chambres and the stables weren wyde,
-May also be spelled "scritch".
+And wel we weren esed atte beste.
+And shortly, whan the sonne was to reste,
-==Surprise Yiffing==
+So hadde I spoken with hem everichon
-'''Surprise Yiffing''' is the act of, as the name suggests, taking a furfag, especially ones that are new to the fandom, pretending that they have no sexual interest in animals, then getting the poor newfag alone, then, surprise surprise, [[rape|destroy their asshole.]]
+That I was of hir felaweshipe anon,
-This is unfortunately surprisingly common and even more common among [[NORP|non-furries.]]
+And made forward erly for to ryse,
-To prevent this horrible act from happening to [[you]], do one of the following things:
+To take oure wey ther as I yow devyse.
-. Just never interact with furries.
+But nathelees, whil I have tyme and space,
-. Just never go to [[Sweden]].
+Er that I ferther in this tale pace,
-. Always bring a gun when you come within 1km of furfags.
+Me thynketh it acordaunt to resoun
-==Furpile==
+To telle yow al the condicioun
-[[File:MFF2008 Furpile.JPG|thumb|Supposedly, this is a furpile]]
-[[File:Dancers.jpg|thumb|Artist's rendition of an actual furpile]]
+Of ech of hem, so as it semed me,
-A '''furpile''' is a furry [[orgy]], although furries will deny this. They claim that a furpile is a bunch of furries lounging and socializing, but everyone knows the truth. Furpiles can be identified from several hundred yards away by the odor of a cluster of unwashed perverts wearing fursuits stained with feces, semen, and nerd sweat.
+And whiche they weren, and of what degree,
-==Videos==
+And eek in what array that they were inne;
-BE WARNED: these are fairly disturbing.
+And at a knyght than wol I first bigynne.
-<center>
+A knyght ther was, and that a worthy man,
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+That fro the tyme that he first bigan
-Someone has to hack this guys channel. Also note the creepy old guy in the back.</center>|
-=<youtube>xzNiv9RPDW4</youtube>|
+To riden out, he loved chivalrie,
-=<youtube>dokxH-IaLJE</youtube><center>gross, flag for nudity.</center>}}
-</center>
+Trouthe and honour, fredom and curteisie.
-==Gallery==
+Ful worthy was he in his lordes werre,
-It is a sad and bizarre thought that a site like [[Encyclopedia Dramatica]] which is [[fursecution|well-known for it hate of furries]] has so many yiffy pictures:
+And therto hadde he riden, no man ferre,
-{{cg|The Discovery Channel|yiffgallery|center|<gallery>
+As wel in cristendom as in hethenesse,
-File:JollyJacks-crap-vs-the-original-by-SilverFenrir.png|{{dauser|JollyJack}}, u can't fool us.
-Image:Wasteofagoodartist_rustehc.jpg|Not even sharks are safe from furry corruption.
+And evere honoured for his worthynesse.
-Image:DPdildo.jpg|You'll never look at Dr.Pepper the same way again.
-Image:DarkNek0gamiSickFuck.jpg|[[Lol Wut|What]]
+At Alisaundre he was whan it was wonne.
-</gallery>|<gallery>
-Image:Where milk comes from.jpg|This is where milk comes from, kids. BE HAPPY.
+Ful ofte tyme he hadde the bord bigonne
-Image:NintendOrgy.jpg|Needs not description, only full view.
-Image:RAPE SPIDER.jpg|[[ED]] User [[User:Sokevinsays|A RAPE SPIDER]] yiffing in his [[fursuit]].
+Aboven alle nacions in pruce;
-Image:yiff_action.jpg|[[omg]] hot!
-Image:Tails.jpg|[[Sonic]] art? OH SHI-
+In lettow hadde he reysed and in ruce,
-Image:oh lovely.jpg|[[Neopets|Neoporn]]
-Image:Furry_portal.jpg|FURRIES FAIL, THE WHOLE BODY WILL MOVE FORWARD
+No cristen man so ofte of his degree.
-Image:Sootysweepyiff.jpg|Where's your childhood now?
-Image:Yiff_this_furverts.jpg|God Bless our fighting men and women!!1!
+In gernade at the seege eek hadde he be
-Image:Gill_s_Orange_by_gillpanda.jpg|Now, that's just wrong...
-Image:Pikachu57.jpg|[[Pokemon|What the fuck is this?]]
+Of algezir, and riden in belmarye.
-Image:Iguantolikescocks.jpg|[[Lies|It has a gun. That makes it not gay.]]
-Image:FanartFurry.jpg|Oh, YES. This makes [[insane|PERFECT SENSE]], man!
+At lyeys was he and at satalye,
-Image:Dragon-morph my conbadges2.jpg|How do I yiffed in Hell?
-Image:Moonripjimforever.jpg|GTFO, [[sick fuck]]
+Whan they were wonne; and in the grete see
-Image:Foxdick.jpg|You gon get yiffed.
-File:911 Gay Furry Porn.png
+At many a noble armee hadde he be.
-Image:Tiger pig leather3.jpg|[[ZOMG]] IT'S A TRAP!!!
-Image:Kryis_New_Look_by_Crystal_for_ever.jpg|This is how vaginas work in the world of Crystal-for-ever.
+At mortal batailles hadde he been fiftene,
-Image:Dragonsandcars01_top.jpg|Dragon cum can minimize your cars proficiency. Check every day.
-Image:Dragonsandcars02_top.jpg|Dragons are consistent car rapists.
+And foughten for oure feith at tramyssene
-Image:Dragonsandcars05 top.jpg|Okay, what the hell is going on.
-Image:Dragonsandcars09_top.jpg|[[Rule 34|Why does this exist?]]
+In lystes thries, and ay slayn his foo.
-Image:Hyena_dp.jpg|Why Shenzi was the leader of the 3.
-Image:Firefox34.jpg|It morphs.
+This ilke worthy knyght hadde been also
-Image:Analtruck.jpg|An 18-wheeler driving into a dragon's anus.
-Image:Dragonslam.gif|Dragon dick slam!
+Somtyme with the lord of palatye
-Image:Rule_34_in_action.jpg|What ''VG Cats'' fans really want to see.
-Image:Pikapr0n.jpg|...
+Agayn another hethen in turkye. Page  18
-Image:Castle yiff.png|Screenshot from the level "Escape From Castle Yiffenstein" on [[Furcadia]].
-Image:Ash_pikachu.jpg|[[lies|It's not yiff! It's just playing!]]
+And everemoore he hadde a sovereyn prys;
-Image:7e1d7df5fcb0a00a0fbc5f4dbbaf02f3.png|ASKING FOR IT.
-Image:Mewtwolucarioplaying.png|[[Lucario]] and [[Mewtwo]] [[sex|playing]] a [[blowjob|friendly game]].
+And though that he were worthy, he was wys,
-Image:Mewtworenamonplaytime.jpg|[[????]]
-File:Snapchat Furry Porn.jpg
+And of his port as meeke as is a mayde.
-File:Gay Furry Porn.jpg
-Image:Luchumps.jpg|[[Lucario]] is a [[furfag]].
+He nevere yet no vileynye ne sayde
-File:Lewd.gif|lewd~
-Image:Auragasm4.jpg|OH, MY FUCKING...
+In al his lyf unto no maner wight.
-Image:Mudkipshaft.jpg|All this yiff....you wanna become [[An Hero]] yet?
-Image:Sonicwerewolfnewgameplay.jpg|FAIL
+He was a verray, parfit gentil knyght.
-Image:Furryrebuttalwm9.jpg|Typical furfag children at play.
-Image:Yiff we can obama rita.jpg|[[Obama|Yiff we can!]]
+But, for to tellen yow of his array,
-Image:FurryGoreKiss.jpg|A dragon and wolf kissing with food in their mouths.
-Image:Craposlovetoy.jpg|a toy for lonely furfags such as Crapoartworks to yiff.
+His hors were goode, but he was nat gay.
-Image:Furries having sex.jpg|Scary isn't it?
-Image:Jackalporn.jpg|Jackals?
+Of fustian he wered a gypon
-Image:YIFFby-pyrefox_moonsong.jpg|Defies description.
-Image:Cheese Grater Furry.JPG|[[Furry]] [[guro]].
+Al bismotered with his habergeon,
-Image:Furry Pokemon Cockvore.png|''Pokemon'' Cockvore
-Image:FurryPedo Whut.jpg|[[lol wut|WHAT?]]
+For he was late ycome from his viage,
-Image:2-Lucario-Blowjob.jpg|More [[Lucario]] porn.
-Image:Male Furry Tentecle Rape Eggs.jpg|Furry + Tentacle Raep + M-Preg + Man-Eggs = [[lol wut]]?
+And wente for to doon his pilgrymage.
-Image:Umbreon Like Scrotum.png|Umbreon likes [[PINGAS]].
-Image:Palkia and Dialga Fucking.jpg|Palkia and Dialga fucking.
+With hym ther was his sone, a yong squier,
-Image:LucareonAfterSchoolED.jpg|Ready for moar, furries?
-Image:Gary Lucario Pokemon.png|[[Gary Oak|Gary]] was [[homosexuality|here]], Ash is a [[furry|loser]].
+A lovyere and a lusty bacheler,
-Image:Lucario x Bowser.jpg|Lucario x Bowser
-Image:MaleKrystal.jpg|...
+With lokkes crulle as they were leyd in presse.
-Image:MOAR Male Krystal.jpg|Krystal is a faggot.
-Image:Veemonsito porn.png|Cub fags
+Of twenty yeer of age he was, I gesse.
-Image:Rectal Aclholism.jpg|[[an hero|COOL SUICIDE, BRO!]]
-Image:Komariazuul_-_komari's_graduation_gift_-_sdx_panfix.jpg|Final boss of furry porn.
+Of his stature he was of evene lengthe,
-Image:cattaur.jpg|MOAR TITS, MOAR NIGHTMARES
-File:GERMAN FURRY FAGS Eng.jpg
+And wonderly delyvere, and of greet strengthe.
-</gallery>}}
+And he hadde been somtyme in chyvachie
-==See Also==
-[[File:Normalvsfurfag.jpg|thumb|right|320px|[[NORP]]'s reaction to furry pr0n.]]
+In flaundres, in artoys, and pycardie,
-*[[Furry]]
-*[[Furry art]]
+And born hym weel, as of so litel space,
-*[[Fursona]]
-*[[Rita]]
+In hope to stonden in his lady grace.
-*[[Furfag]]
-*''[[Softpaw Magazine]]''
+Embrouded was he, as it were a meede
-*[[Fursuit]]
-*[[Masturbation]]
+Al ful of fresshe floures, whyte and reede.
-*[[Cybersex]]
-*[[Sex]]
+Syngynge he was, or floytynge, al the day;
-*[[Buttsecks]]
-*[[Gay]]
+He was as fressh as is the month of may.
-*[[Bestiality]]
-*[[Zoophile]]
+Short was his gowne, with sleves longe and wyde.
-*[[Zeta Toy]]
-*[[OwO whats this..?]]
+Wel koude he sitte on hors and faire ryde.
-*[[Strategically Placed Hole]]
-*[[Cuddle Party]]
+He koude songes make and wel endite,
-*''[[YIFF! The Musical]]''
-*[[Fesazukichan]]
+Juste and eek daunce, and weel purtreye and write.
-*[[Snapesnogger]]
+So hoote he lovede that by nyghtertale.
-==External Links==
-[[File:Yiff derailed.png|thumb|Furries, on a furry board, derailing their own yiff thread. LOGIC!]]
+He sleep namoore than dooth a nyghtyngale.
-*[http://en.wikifur.com/wiki/Yiff On Wikifur]
-*[http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=yiff Definition on Urbandictionary.com]
+Curteis he was, lowely, and servysable,
-*[http://www.pilot.furtopia.org/yiff1.htm A guide to safe Yiffing - be it human or animal]
-*[http://www.pilot.furtopia.org/Text/YiffyGuide.pdf Another guide to safe yiffing]
+And carf biforn his fader at the table.
-*[http://i2.ytimg.com/bg/Qs_LSAh43igDLeXuRAwMyg/116.jpg?app=bg&v=4c27a6ad WTF, JUST WTF (AVP: Yiffy Style)]
-*[http://en.wikifur.com/w/images/3/35/YiffyGuideToSaferSex.pdf Guide to have good yiff. OH GOD, IT BURNS!]
+A yeman hadde he and servantz namo
-{{Sex}}
+At that tyme, for hym liste ride so,
-{{Furfaggotry}}
+And he was clad in cote and hood of grene.
-[[Category: Epithets]]
-[[Category: Furries]]
+A sheef of pecok arwes, bright and kene,
-[[Category:Sex]]
+Under his belt he bar ful thriftily,
+(wel koude he dresse his takel yemanly:
+His arwes drouped noght with fetheres lowe)
+And in his hand he baar a myghty bowe.
+A not heed hadde he, with a broun visage.
+Of wodecraft wel koude he al the usage.
+Upon his arm he baar a gay bracer,
+And by his syde a swerd and a bokeler,
+And on that oother syde a gay daggere
+Harneised wel and sharp as point of spere;
+A cristopher on his brest of silver sheene.
+An horn he bar, the bawdryk was of grene;
+A forster was he, soothly, as I gesse.
+Ther was also a nonne, a prioresse,
+That of hir smylyng was ful symple and coy;
+Hire gretteste ooth was but by seinte loy;
+And she was cleped madame eglentyne.
+Ful weel she soong the service dyvyne,
+Entuned in hir nose ful semely,
+And frenssh she spak ful faire and fetisly,
+After the scole of stratford atte bowe,
+For frenssh of parys was to hire unknowe.
+At mete wel ytaught was she with alle:
+She leet no morsel from hir lippes falle,
+Ne wette hir fyngres in hir sauce depe;
+Wel koude she carie a morsel and wel kepe
+That no drope ne fille upon hire brest.
+In curteisie was set ful muchel hir lest.
+Hir over-lippe wyped she so clene
+That in hir coppe ther was no ferthyng sene
+Of grece, whan she dronken hadde hir draughte.
+Ful semely after hir mete she raughte.
+And sikerly she was of greet desport,
+And ful plesaunt, and amyable of port,
+And peyned hire to countrefete cheere
+Of court, and to been estatlich of manere,
+And to ben holden digne of reverence.
+But, for to speken of hire conscience,
+She was so charitable and so pitous
+She wolde wepe, if that she saugh a mous
+Kaught in a trappe, if it were deed or bledde.
+Of smale houndes hadde she that she fedde
+With rosted flessh, or milk and wastel-breed.
+But soore wepte she if oon of hem were deed,
+Or if men smoot it with a yerde smerte;
+And al was conscience and tendre herte.
+Ful semyly hir wympul pynched was,
+Hir nose tretys, hir eyen greye as glas,
+Hir mouth ful smal, and therto softe and reed;
+But sikerly she hadde a fair forheed;
+It was almoost a spanne brood, I trowe;
+For, hardily, she was nat undergrowe.
+Ful fetys was hir cloke, as I was war.
+Of smal coral aboute hire arm she bar
+A peire of bedes, gauded al with grene,
+And theron heng a brooch of gold ful sheene,
+On which ther was first write a crowned a,
+And after amor vincit omnia.
+Another nonne with hire hadde she,
+That was hir chapeleyne, and preestes thre.
+A monk ther was, a fair for the maistrie,
+An outridere, that lovede venerie,
+A manly man, to been an abbot able.
+Ful many a deyntee hors hadde he in stable,
+And whan he rood, men myghte his brydel heere
+Gynglen in a whistlynge wynd als cleere
+And eek as loude as dooth the chapel belle. Page  19
+Ther as this lord was kepere of the celle,
+The reule of seint maure or of seint beneit,
+By cause that it was old and somdel streit
+This ilke monk leet olde thynges pace,
+And heeld after the newe world the space.
+He yaf nat of that text a pulled hen,
+That seith that hunters ben nat hooly men,
+Ne that a monk, whan he is recchelees,
+Is likned til a fissh that is waterlees, --
+This is to seyn, a monk out of his cloystre.
+But thilke text heeld he nat worth an oystre;
+And I seyde his opinion was good.
+What sholde he studie and make hymselven wood,
+Upon a book in cloystre alwey to poure,
+Or swynken with his handes, and laboure,
+As austyn bit? how shal the world be served?
+Lat austyn have his swynk to hym reserved!
+Therfore he was a prikasour aright:
+Grehoundes he hadde as swift as fowel in flight;
+Of prikyng and of huntyng for the hare
+Was al his lust, for no cost wolde he spare.
+I seigh his sleves purfiled at the hond
+With grys, and that the fyneste of a lond;
+And, for to festne his hood under his chyn,
+He hadde of gold ywroght a ful curious pyn;
+A love-knotte in the gretter ende ther was.
+His heed was balled, that shoon as any glas,
+And eek his face, as he hadde been enoynt.
+He was a lord ful fat and in good poynt;
+His eyen stepe, and rollynge in his heed,
+That stemed as a forneys of a leed;
+His bootes souple, his hors in greet estaat.
+Now certeinly he was a fair prelaat;
+He was nat pale as a forpyned goost.
+A fat swan loved he best of any roost.
+His palfrey was as broun as is a berye.
+A frere ther was, a wantowne and a merye,
+A lymytour, a ful solempne man.
+In alle the ordres foure is noon that kan
+So muchel of daliaunce and fair langage.
+He hadde maad ful many a mariage
+Of yonge wommen at his owene cost.
+Unto his ordre he was a noble post.
+Ful wel biloved and famulier was he
+With frankeleyns over al in his contree,
+And eek with worthy wommen of the toun;
+For he hadde power of confessioun,
+As seyde hymself, moore than a curat,
+For of his ordre he was licenciat.
+Ful swetely herde he confessioun,
+And plesaunt was his absolucioun:
+He was an esy man to yeve penaunce,
+Ther as he wiste to have a good pitaunce.
+For unto a povre ordre for to yive
+Is signe that a man is wel yshryve;
+For if he yaf, he dorste make avaunt,
+He wiste that a man was repentaunt;
+For many a man so hard is of his herte,
+He may nat wepe, althogh hym soore smerte.
+Therfore in stede of wepynge and preyeres
+Men moote yeve silver to the povre freres.
+His typet was ay farsed ful of knyves
+And pynnes, for to yeven faire wyves.
+And certeinly he hadde a murye note:
+Wel koude he synge and pleyen on a rote;
+Of yeddynges he baar outrely the pris.
+His nekke whit was as the flour-de-lys;
+Therto he strong was as a champioun.
+He knew the tavernes wel in every toun
+And everich hostiler and tappestere
+Bet than a lazar or a beggestere;
+For unto swich a worthy man as he
+Acorded nat, as by his facultee,
+To have with sike lazars aqueyntaunce.
+It is nat honest, it may nat avaunce,
+For to deelen with no swich poraille,
+But al with riche and selleres of vitaille.
+And over al, ther as profit sholde arise,
+Curteis he was and lowely of servyse.
+Ther nas no man nowher so vertuous.
+He was the beste beggere in his hous;
+(and yaf a certeyne ferme for the graunt;
+.1
+Noon of his bretheren cam ther in his haunt;)
+.2
+For thogh a wydwe hadde noght a sho,
+So plesaunt was his in principio,
+Yet wolde he have a ferthyng, er he wente.
+His purchas was wel bettre than his rente.
+And rage he koude, as it were right a whelp.
+In love-dayes ther koude he muchel help,
+For ther he was nat lyk a cloysterer
+With a thredbare cope, as is a povre scoler,
+But he was lyk a maister or a pope.
+Of double worstede was his semycope,
+That rounded as a belle out of the presse.
+Somwhat he lipsed, for his wantownesse,
+To make his englissh sweete upon his tonge;
+And in his harpyng, whan that he hadde songe,
+His eyen twynkled in his heed aryght,
+As doon the sterres in the frosty nyght.
+This worthy lymytour was cleped huberd.
+A marchant was ther with a forked berd,
+In mottelee, and hye on horse he sat;
+Upon his heed a flaundryssh bever hat,
+His bootes clasped faire and fetisly.
+His resons he spak ful solempnely,
+Sownynge alwey th' encrees of his wynnyng. Page  20
+He wolde the see were kept for any thyng
+Bitwixe middelburgh and orewelle.
+Wel koude he in eschaunge sheeldes selle.
+This worthy man ful wel his wit bisette:
+Ther wiste no wight that he was in dette,
+So estatly was he of his governaunce
+With his bargaynes and with his chevyssaunce.
+For sothe he was a worthy man with alle,
+But, sooth to seyn, I noot how men hym calle.
+A clerk ther was of oxenford also,
+That unto logyk hadde longe ygo.
+As leene was his hors as is a rake,
+And he nas nat right fat, I undertake,
+But looked holwe, and therto sobrely.
+Ful thredbare was his overeste courtepy;
+For he hadde geten hym yet no benefice,
+Ne was so worldly for to have office.
+For hym was levere have at his beddes heed
+Twenty bookes, clad in blak or reed,
+Of aristotle and his philosophie,
+Than robes riche, or fithele, or gay sautrie.
+But al be that he was a philosophre,
+Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre;
+But al that he myghte of his freendes hente,
+On bookes and on lernynge he it spente,
+And bisily gan for the soules preye
+Of hem that yaf hym wherwith to scoleye.
+Of studie took he moost cure and moost heede,
+Noght o word spak he moore than was neede,
+And that was seyd in forme and reverence,
+And short and quyk and ful of hy sentence;
+Sownynge in moral vertu was his speche,
+And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.
+A sergeant of the lawe, war and wys,
+That often hadde been at the parvys,
+Ther was also, ful riche of excellence.
+Discreet he was and of greet reverence --
+He semed swich, his wordes weren so wise.
+Justice he was ful often in assise,
+By patente and by pleyn commissioun.
+For his science and for his heigh renoun,
+Of fees and robes hadde he many oon.
+So greet a purchasour was nowher noon:
+Al was fee symple to hym in effect;
+His purchasyng myghte nat been infect.
+Nowher so bisy a man as he ther nas,
+And yet he semed bisier than he was.
+In termes hadde he caas and doomes alle
+That from the tyme of kyng william were falle.
+Therto he koude endite, and make a thyng,
+Ther koude no wight pynche at his writyng;
+And every statut koude he pleyn by rote.
+He rood but hoomly in a medlee cote.
+Girt with a ceint of silk, with barres smale;
+Of his array telle I no lenger tale.
+A frankeleyn was in his compaignye.
+Whit was his berd as is the dayesye;
+Of his complexioun he was sangwyn.
+Wel loved he by the morwe a sop in wyn;
+To lyven in delit was evere his wone,
+For he was epicurus owene sone,
+That heeld opinioun that pleyn delit
+Was verray felicitee parfit.
+An housholdere, and that a greet, was he;
+Seint julian he was in his contree.
+His breed, his ale, was alweys after oon;
+A bettre envyned man was nowher noon.
+Withoute bake mete was nevere his hous
+Of fissh and flessh, and that so plentevous,
+It snewed in his hous of mete and drynke,
+Of alle deyntees that men koude thynke.
+After the sondry sesons of the yeer,
+So chaunged he his mete and his soper.
+Ful many a fat partrich hadde he in muwe,
+And many a breem and many a luce in stuwe.
+Wo was his cook but if his sauce were
+Poynaunt and sharp, and redy al his geere.
+His table dormant in his halle alway
+Stood redy covered al the longe day.
+At sessiouns ther was he lord and sire;
+Ful ofte tyme he was knyght of the shire.
+An anlaas and a gipser al of silk
+Heeng at his girdel, whit as morne milk.
+A shirreve hadde he been, and a contour.
+Was nowher swich a worthy vavasour.
+An haberdasshere and a carpenter,
+A webbe, a dyere, and a tapycer, --
+And they were clothed alle in o lyveree
+Of a solempne and a greet fraternitee.
+Ful fressh and newe hir geere apiked was;
+Hir knyves were chaped noght with bras
+But al with silver; wroght ful clene and weel
+Hire girdles and hir pouches everydeel.
+Wel semed ech of hem a fair burgeys
+To sitten in a yeldehalle on a deys.
+Everich, for the wisdom that he kan,
+Was shaply for to been an alderman.
+For catel hadde they ynogh and rente,
+And eek hir wyves wolde it wel assente;
+And elles certeyn were they to blame.
+It is ful fair to been ycleped madame,
+And goon to vigilies al bifore,
+And have a mantel roialliche ybore.
+A cook they hadde with hem for the nones
+To boille the chiknes with the marybones,
+And poudre-marchant tart and galyngale.
+Wel koude he knowe a draughte of londoun ale. Page  21
+He koude rooste, and sethe, and broille, and frye,
+Maken mortreux, and wel bake a pye.
+But greet harm was it, as it thoughte me,
+That on his shyne a mormal hadde he.
+For blankmanger, that made he with the beste.
+A shipman was ther, wonynge fer by weste;
+For aught I woot, he was of dertemouthe.
+He rood upon a rounce, as he kouthe,
+In a gowne of faldyng to the knee.
+A daggere hangynge on a laas hadde he
+Aboute his nekke, under his arm adoun.
+The hoote somer hadde maad his hewe al broun;
+And certeinly he was a good felawe.
+Ful many a draughte of wyn had he ydrawe
+Fro burdeux-ward, whil that the chapmen sleep.
+Of nyce conscience took he no keep.
+If that he faught, and hadde the hyer hond,
+By water he sente hem hoom to every lond.
+But of his craft to rekene wel his tydes,
+His stremes, and his daungers hym bisides,
+His herberwe, and his moone, his lodemenage,
+Ther nas noon swich from hulle to cartage.
+Hardy he was and wys to undertake;
+With many a tempest hadde his berd been shake.
+He knew alle the havenes, as they were,
+Fro gootlond to the cape of fynystere,
+And every cryke in britaigne and in spayne.
+His barge ycleped was the maudelayne.
+With us ther was a doctour of phisik;
+In al this world ne was the noon hym lik,
+To speke of phisik and of surgerye
+For he was grounded in astronomye.
+He kepte his pacient a ful greet deel
+In houres by his magyk natureel.
+Wel koude he fortunen the ascendent
+Of his ymages for his pacient.
+He knew the cause of everich maladye,
+Were it of hoot, or coold, or moyste, or drye,
+And where they engendred, and of what humour.
+He was a verray, parfit praktisour:
+The cause yknowe, and of his harm the roote,
+Anon he yaf the sike man his boote.
+Ful redy hadde he his apothecaries
+To sende hym drogges and his letuaries,
+For ech of hem made oother for to wynne --
+Hir frendshipe nas nat newe to bigynne.
+Wel knew he the olde esculapius,
+And deyscorides, and eek rufus,
+Olde ypocras, haly, and galyen,
+Serapion, razis, and avycen,
+Averrois, damascien, and constantyn,
+Bernard, and gatesden, and gilbertyn.
+Of his diete mesurable was he,
+For it was of no superfluitee,
+But of greet norissyng and digestible.
+His studie was but litel on the bible.
+In sangwyn and in pers he clad was al,
+Lyned with taffata and with sendal;
+And yet he was but esy of dispence;
+He kepte that he wan in pestilence.
+For gold in phisik is a cordial,
+Therefore he lovede gold in special.
+A good wif was ther of biside bathe,
+But she was somdel deef, and that was scathe.
+Of clooth-makyng she hadde swich an haunt,
+She passed hem of ypres and of gaunt.
+In al the parisshe wif ne was ther noon
+That to the offrynge bifore hire sholde goon;
+And if ther dide, certeyn so wrooth was she,
+That she was out of alle charitee.
+Hir coverchiefs ful fyne weren of ground;
+I dorste swere they weyeden ten pound
+That on a sonday weren upon hir heed.
+Hir hosen weren of fyn scarlet reed,
+Ful streite yteyd, and shoes ful moyste and newe.
+Boold was hir face, and fair, and reed of hewe.
+She was a worthy womman al hir lyve:
+Housbondes at chirche dore she hadde fyve,
+Withouten oother compaignye in youthe, --
+But therof nedeth nat to speke as nowthe.
+And thries hadde she been at jerusalem;
+She hadde passed many a straunge strem;
+At rome she hadde been, and at boloigne,
+In galice at seint-jame, and at coloigne.
+She koude muchel of wandrynge by the weye.
+Gat-tothed was she, soothly for to seye.
+Upon an amblere esily she sat,
+Ywympled wel, and on hir heed an hat
+As brood as is a bokeler or a targe;
+A foot-mantel aboute hir hipes large,
+And on hir feet a paire of spores sharpe.
+In felaweshipe wel koude she laughe and carpe.
+Of remedies of love she knew per chaunce,
+For she koude of that art the olde daunce.
+A good man was ther of religioun,
+And was a povre persoun of a toun,
+But riche he was of hooly thoght and werk.
+He was also a lerned man, a clerk,
+That cristes gospel trewely wolde preche;
+His parisshens devoutly wolde he teche.
+Benygne he was, and wonder diligent,
+And in adversitee ful pacient, Page  22
+And swich he was ypreved ofte sithes.
+Ful looth were hym to cursen for his tithes,
+But rather wolde he yeven, out of doute,
+Unto his povre parisshens aboute
+Of his offryng and eek of his substaunce.
+He koude in litel thyng have suffisaunce.
+Wyd was his parisshe, and houses fer asonder,
+But he ne lefte nat, for reyn ne thonder,
+In siknesse nor in meschief to visite
+The ferreste in his parisshe, muche and lite,
+Upon his feet, and in his hand a staf.
+This noble ensample to his sheep he yaf,
+That first he wroghte, and afterward he taughte.
+Out of the gospel he tho wordes caughte,
+And this figure he added eek therto,
+That if gold ruste, what shal iren do?
+For if a preest be foul, on whom we truste,
+No wonder is a lewed man to ruste;
+And shame it is, if a prest take keep,
+A shiten shepherde and a clene sheep.
+Wel oghte a preest ensample for to yive,
+By his clennesse, how that his sheep sholde lyve.
+He sette nat his benefice to hyre
+And leet his sheep encombred in the myre
+And ran to londoun unto seinte poules
+To seken hym a chaunterie for soules,
+Or with a bretherhed to been withholde;
+But dwelte at hoom, and kepte wel his folde,
+So that the wolf ne made it nat myscarie;
+He was a shepherde and noght a mercenarie.
+And though he hooly were and vertuous,
+He was to synful men nat despitous,
+Ne of his speche daungerous ne digne,
+But in his techyng discreet and benygne.
+To drawen folk to hevene by fairnesse,
+By good ensample, this was his bisynesse.
+But it were any persone obstinat,
+What so he were, of heigh or lough estat,
+Hym wolde he snybben sharply for the nonys.
+A bettre preest I trowe that nowher noon ys.
+He waited after no pompe and reverence,
+Ne maked him a spiced conscience,
+But cristes loore and his apostles twelve
+He taughte, but first he folwed it hymselve.
+With hym ther was a plowman, was his brother,
+That hadde ylad of dong ful many a fother;
+A trewe swynkere and a good was he,
+Lyvynge in pees and parfit charitee.
+God loved he best with al his hoole herte
+At alle tymes, thogh him gamed or smerte,
+And thanne his neighebor right as hymselve.
+He wolde thresshe, and therto dyke and delve,
+For cristes sake, for every povre wight,
+Withouten hire, if it lay in his myght.
+His tithes payde he ful faire and wel,
+Bothe of his propre swynk and his catel.
+In a tabard he rood upon a mere.
+Ther was also a reve, and a millere,
+A somnour, and a pardoner also,
+A maunciple, and myself -- ther were namo.
+The millere was a stout carl for the nones;
+Ful byg he was of brawn, and eek of bones.
+That proved wel, for over al ther he cam,
+At wrastlynge he wolde have alwey the ram.
+He was short-sholdred, brood, a thikke knarre;
+Ther was no dore that he nolde heve of harre,
+Or breke it at a rennyng with his heed.
+His berd as any sowe or fox was reed,
+And therto brood, as though it were a spade.
+Upon the cop right of his nose he hade
+A werte, and theron stood a toft of herys,
+Reed as the brustles of a sowes erys;
+His nosethirles blake were and wyde.
+A swerd and bokeler bar he by his syde.
+His mouth as greet was as a greet forneys.
+He was a janglere and a goliardeys,
+And that was moost of synne and harlotries.
+Wel koude he stelen corn and tollen thries;
+And yet he hadde a thombe of gold, pardee.
+A whit cote and a blew hood wered he.
+A baggepipe wel koude he blowe and sowne,
+And therwithal he broghte us out of towne.
+A gentil maunciple was ther of a temple,
+Of which achatours myghte take exemple
+For to be wise in byynge of vitaille;
+For wheither that he payde or took by taille,
+Algate he wayted so in his achaat
+That he was ay biforn and in good staat.
+Now is nat that of God a ful fair grace
+That swich a lewed mannes wit shal pace
+The wisdom of an heep of lerned men?
+Of maistres hadde he mo than thries ten,
+That weren of lawe expert and curious,
+Of which ther were a duszeyne in that hous
+Worthy to been stywardes of rente and lond
+Of any lord that is in engelond,
+To make hym lyve by his propre good
+In honour dettelees (but if he were wood),
+Or lyve as scarsly as hym list desire;
+And able for to helpen al a shire
+In any caas that myghte falle or happe;
+And yet this manciple sette hir aller cappe.
+The reve was a sclendre colerik man.
+His berd was shave as ny as ever he kan;
+His heer was by his erys ful round yshorn; Page  23
+His top was dokked lyk a preest biforn
+Ful longe were his legges and ful lene,
+Ylyk a staf, ther was no calf ysene.
+Wel koude he kepe a gerner and a bynne;
+Ther was noon auditour koude on him wynne.
+Wel wiste he by the droghte and by the reyn
+The yeldynge of his seed and of his greyn.
+His lordes sheep, his neet, his dayerye,
+His swyn, his hors, his stoor, and his pultrye
+Was hoolly in this reves governynge,
+And by his covenant yaf the rekenynge,
+Syn that his lord was twenty yeer of age.
+Ther koude no man brynge hym in arrerage.
+Ther nas baillif, ne hierde, nor oother hyne,
+That he ne knew his sleighte and his covyne;
+They were adrad of hym as of the deeth.
+His wonyng was ful faire upon an heeth;
+With grene trees yshadwed was his place.
+He koude bettre than his lord purchace.
+Ful riche he was astored pryvely:
+His lord wel koude he plesen subtilly,
+To yeve and lene hym of his owene good,
+And have a thank, and yet a cote and hood.
+In youthe he hadde lerned a good myster;
+He was a wel good wrighte, a carpenter.
+This reve sat upon a ful good stot,
+That was al pomely grey and highte scot.
+A long surcote of pers upon he hade,
+And by his syde he baar a rusty blade.
+Of northfolk was this reve of which I telle,
+Biside a toun men clepen baldeswelle.
+Tukked he was as is a frere aboute,
+And evere he rood the hyndreste of oure route.
+A somonour was ther with us in that place,
+That hadde a fyr-reed cherubynnes face,
+For saucefleem he was, with eyen narwe.
+As hoot he was and lecherous as a sparwe,
+With scalled browes blake and piled berd.
+Of his visage children were aferd.
+Ther nas quyk-silver, lytarge, ne brymstoon,
+Boras, ceruce, ne oille of tartre noon;
+Ne oynement that wolde clense and byte,
+That hym myghte helpen of his whelkes white,
+Nor of the knobbes sittynge on his chekes.
+Wel loved he garleek, oynons, and eek lekes,
+And for to drynken strong wyn, reed as blood;
+Thanne wolde he speke and crie as he were wood.
+And whan that he wel dronken hadde the wyn,
+Thanne wolde he speke no word but latyn.
+A fewe termes hadde he, two or thre,
+That he had lerned out of som decree --
+No wonder is, he herde it al the day;
+And eek ye knowen wel how that a jay
+Kan clepen watte as wel as kan the pope.
+But whoso koude in oother thyng hym grope,
+Thanne hadde he spent al his philosophie;
+Ay questio quid iuris wolde he crie.
+He was a gentil harlot and a kynde;
+A bettre felawe sholde men noght fynde.
+He wolde suffre for a quart of wyn
+A good felawe to have his concubyn
+A twelf month, and excuse hym atte fulle;
+Ful prively a fynch eek koude he pulle.
+And if he foond owher a good felawe,
+He wolde techen him to have noon awe
+In swich caas of the ercedekenes curs,
+But if a mannes soule were in his purs;
+For in his purs he sholde ypunysshed be.
+Purs is the ercedekenes helle, seyde he.
+But wel I woot he lyed right in dede;
+Of cursyng oghte ech gilty man him drede,
+For curs wol slee right as assoillyng savith,
+And also war hym of a significavit.
+In daunger hadde he at his owene gise
+The yonge girles of the diocise,
+And knew hir conseil, and was al hir reed.
+A gerland hadde he set upon his heed
+As greet as it were for an ale-stake.
+A bokeleer hadde he maad hym of a cake.
+With hym ther rood a gentil pardoner
+Of rouncivale, his freend and his compeer,
+That streight was comen fro the court of rome.
+Ful loude he soong com hider, love, to me!
+This somonour bar to hym a stif burdoun;
+Was nevere trompe of half so greet a soun.
+This pardoner hadde heer as yelow as wex,
+But smothe it heeng as dooth a strike of flex;
+By ounces henge his lokkes that he hadde,
+And therwith he his shuldres overspradde;
+But thynne it lay, by colpons oon and oon.
+But hood, for jolitee, wered he noon,
+For it was trussed up in his walet.
+Hym thoughte he rood al of the newe jet;
+Dischevelee, save his cappe, he rood al bare.
+Swiche glarynge eyen hadde he as an hare.
+A vernycle hadde he sowed upon his cappe.
+His walet lay biforn hym in his lappe,
+Bretful of pardoun, comen from rome al hoot.
+A voys he hadde as smal as hath a goot.
+No berd hadde he, ne nevere sholde have;
+As smothe it was as it were late shave.
+I trowe he were a geldyng or a mare.
+But of his craft, fro berwyk into ware,
+Ne was ther swich another pardoner
+For in his male he hadde a pilwe-beer,
+Which that he seyde was oure lady veyl: Page  24
+He seyde he hadde a gobet of the seyl
+That seint peter hadde, whan that he wente
+Upon the see, til jhesu crist hym hente.
+He hadde a croys of latoun ful of stones,
+And in a glas he hadde pigges bones.
+But with thise relikes, whan that he fond
+A povre person dwellynge upon lond,
+Upon a day he gat hym moore moneye
+Than that the person gat in monthes tweye;
+And thus, with feyned flaterye and japes,
+He made the person and the peple his apes.
+But trewely to tellen atte laste,
+He was in chirche a noble ecclesiaste.
+Wel koude he rede a lessoun or a storie,
+But alderbest he song an offertorie;
+For wel he wiste, whan that song was songe,
+He moste preche and wel affile his tonge
+To wynne silver, as he ful wel koude;
+Therefore he song the murierly and loude.
+Now have I toold you soothly, in a clause,
+Th' estaat, th' array, the nombre, and eek the cause
+Why that assembled was this compaignye
+In southwerk at this gentil hostelrye
+That highte the tabard, faste by the belle.
+But now is tyme to yow for to telle
+How that we baren us that ilke nyght,
+Whan we were in that hostelrie alyght;
+And after wol I telle of our viage
+And al the remenaunt of oure pilgrimage.
+But first I pray yow, of youre curteisye,
+That ye n' arette it nat my vileynye,
+Thogh that I pleynly speke in this mateere,
+To telle yow hir wordes and hir cheere,
+Ne thogh I speke hir wordes proprely.
+For this ye knowen al so wel as I,
+Whoso shal telle a tale after a man,
+He moot reherce as ny as evere he kan
+Everich a word, if it be in his charge,
+Al speke he never so rudeliche and large,
+Or ellis he moot telle his tale untrewe,
+Or feyne thyng, or fynde wordes newe.
+He may nat spare, althogh he were his brother;
+He moot as wel seye o word as another.
+Crist spak hymself ful brode in hooly writ,
+And wel ye woot no vileynye is it.
+Eek plato seith, whoso that kan hym rede,
+The wordes moote be cosyn to the dede.
+Also I prey yow to foryeve it me,
+Al have I nat set folk in hir degree
+Heere in this tale, as that they sholde stonde.
+My wit is short, ye may wel understonde.
+Greet chiere made oure hoost us everichon,
+And to the soper sette he us anon.
+He served us with vitaille at the beste;
+Strong was the wyn, and wel to drynke us leste.
+A semely man oure hooste was withalle
+For to han been a marchal in an halle.
+A large man he was with eyen stepe --
+A fairer burgeys is ther noon in chepe --
+Boold of his speche, and wys, and wel ytaught,
+And of manhod hym lakkede right naught.
+Eek therto he was right a myrie man,
+And after soper pleyen he bigan,
+And spak of myrthe amonges othere thynges,
+Whan that we hadde maad oure rekenynges,
+And seyde thus: now, lordynges, trewely,
+Ye been to me right welcome, hertely;
+For by my trouthe, if that I shal nat lye,
+I saugh nat this yeer so myrie a compaignye
+Atones in this herberwe as is now.
+Fayn wolde I doon yow myrthe, wiste I how.
+And of a myrthe I am right now bythoght,
+To doon yow ese, and it shal coste noght.
+Ye goon to caunterbury -- God yow speede,
+The blisful martir quite yow youre meede!
+And wel I woot, as ye goon by the weye,
+Ye shapen yow to talen and to pleye;
+For trewely, confort ne myrthe is noon
+To ride by the weye doumb as a stoon;
+And therfore wol I maken yow disport,
+As I seyde erst, and doon yow som confort.
+And if yow liketh alle by oon assent
+For to stonden at my juggement,
+And for to werken as I shal yow seye,
+To-morwe, whan ye riden by the weye,
+Now, by my fader soule that is deed,
+But ye be myrie, I wol yeve yow myn heed!
+Hoold up youre hondes, withouten moore speche.
+Oure conseil was nat longe for to seche.
+Us thoughte it was noght worth to make it wys,
+And graunted hym withouten moore avys,
+And bad him seye his voirdit as hym leste.
+Lordynges, quod he, now herkneth for the beste;
+But taak it nought, I prey yow, in desdeyn.
+This is the poynt, to speken short and pleyn,
+That ech of yow, to shorte with oure weye,
+In this viage shal telle tales tweye
+To caunterbury-ward, I mene it so,
+And homward he shal tellen othere two,
+Of aventures that whilom han bifalle.
+And which of yow that bereth hym best of alle,
+That is to seyn, that telleth in this caas
+Tales of best sentence and moost solaas,
+Shal have a soper at oure aller cost
+Heere in this place, sittynge by this post, Page  25
+Whan that we come agayn fro caunterbury.
+And for to make yow the moore mury,
+I wol myselven goodly with yow ryde,
+Right at myn owene cost, and be youre gyde,
+And whoso wole my juggement withseye
+Shal paye al that we spenden by the weye.
+And if ye vouche sauf that it be so,
+Tel me anon, withouten wordes mo,
+And I wol erly shape me therfore.
+This thyng was graunted, and oure othes swore
+With ful glad herte, and preyden hym also
+That he wolde vouche sauf for to do so,
+And that he wolde been oure governour,
+And oure tales juge and reportour,
+And sette a soper at a certeyn pris,
+And we wol reuled been at his devys
+In heigh and lough; and thus by oon assent
+We been acorded to his juggement.
+And therupon the wyn was fet anon;
+We dronken, and to reste wente echon,
+Withouten any lenger taryynge.
+Amorwe, whan that day bigan to sprynge,
+Up roos oure hoost, and was oure aller cok,
+And gradrede us togidre alle in a flok,
+And forth we riden a litel moore than paas
+Unto the wateryng of seint thomas;
+And there oure hoost bigan his hors areste
+And seyde, lordynges, herkneth, if yow leste.
+Ye woot youre foreward, and I it yow recorde.
+If even-song and morwe-song accorde,
+Lat se now who shal telle the firste tale.
+As evere mote I drynke wyn or ale,
+Whoso be rebel to my juggement
+Shal paye for al that by the wey is spent.
+Now draweth cut, er that we ferrer twynne;
+He which that hath the shorteste shal bigynne.
+Sire knyght, quod he, my mayster and my lord,
+Now draweth cut, for that is myn accord.
+Cometh neer, quod he, my lady prioresse.
+And ye, sire clerk, lat be youre shamefastnesse,
+Ne studieth noght; ley hond to, every man!
+Anon to drawen every wight bigan,
+And shortly for to tellen as it was,
+Were it by aventure, or sort, or cas,
+The sothe is this, the cut fil to the knyght,
+Of which ful blithe and glad was every wyght,
+And telle he moste his tale, as was resoun,
+By foreward and by composicioun,
+As ye han herd; what nedeth wordes mo?
+And whan this goode man saugh that it was so,
+As he that wys was and obedient
+To kepe his foreward by his free assent,
+He seyde, syn I shal bigynne the game,
+What, welcome be the cut, a goddes name!
+Now lat us ryde, and herkneth what I seye.
+And with that word we ryden forth oure weye,
+And he bigan with right a myrie cheere
+His tale anon, and seyde as ye may heere

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