I can love both fair and brown; Her whom abundance melts, an…

I can love both fair and brown; Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays; Her who loves loneness best, and her who masks and plays; Her whom the country form’d, and whom the town; Her who believes, and her who tries; Her who still weeps with spongy eyes, And her who is dry cork, and never cries. I can love her, and her, and you, and you; I can love any, so she be not true.

A good man was ther of religioun, And was a poure Person of…

A good man was ther of religioun, And was a poure Person of a town,But riche he was of holy thought and werk. He was also a lerned man, a clerk That Cristes gospel trewly wolde preche; His parischens devoutly wolde he teche. Benigne he was, and wonder diligent, And in adversitee ful pacient; And such he was preved ofte sithes.Ful loth were him to curse for his tithes, But rather wolde he geven out of doute, Unto his poure parisshens aboute, Of his offringe, and eek of his substaunce.

A good man was ther of religioun, And was a poure Person of…

A good man was ther of religioun, And was a poure Person of a town,But riche he was of holy thought and werk. He was also a lerned man, a clerk That Cristes gospel trewly wolde preche; His parischens devoutly wolde he teche. Benigne he was, and wonder diligent, And in adversitee ful pacient; And such he was preved ofte sithes.Ful loth were him to curse for his tithes, But rather wolde he geven out of doute, Unto his poure parisshens aboute, Of his offringe, and eek of his substaunce.