After the bere, me thoughte he hadde a paire Of legges and of feet so clene and faire, #canterburytales

Lat hem be breed of pured whete-seed, And lat us wyves hoten barly-breed; #canterburytales

Who-so that nil be war by othere men,       180 By him shul othere men corrected be. #canterburytales

As help me god, whan that I saugh him go After the bere, me thoughte he hadde a paire #canterburytales

WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case: Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, #canterburytales

And at this tale I saw no man him grieve, But it were only Osewold the Reeve. #canterburytales

How fares thy faire daughter, and thy wife." "Alein, welcome," quoth Simkin, "by my life, #canterburytales

And ween'd to have hit this Alein at the full, And smote the miller on the pilled skull; #canterburytales

But if he would be slain by Simekin With pavade, or with knife, or bodekin. #canterburytales

There was no more; needed them no dwale. This miller had, so wisly bibbed ale, #canterburytales

And lay full still, and would have caught a sleep. Within a while this John the Clerk up leap #canterburytales

And bare it soft unto his beddes feet. Soon after this the wife her routing lete, #canterburytales

Four gledes have we, which I shall devise, Vaunting, and lying, anger, covetise. #canterburytales

That was y-maked of thine owen meal, Which that I help'd my father for to steal. #canterburytales

And therefore this proverb is said full sooth, "Him thar not winnen well that evil do'th, #canterburytales

What will ye do while that it is in hand?" "By God, right by the hopper will I stand," #canterburytales

Forswearing, ire, falseness, and homicide. Now, for the love of Christ that for us died, #canterburytales

Paraventure there may fall one or two Down of his horse, and break his neck in two. #canterburytales

And eke there was a polecat in his haw, That, as he said, his eapons had y-slaw: #canterburytales

And with that word it happen'd him par cas To take the bottle where the poison was, #canterburytales

In which she eet ful many a sclendre meel. Of poynaunt sauce hir neded never a deel. #canterburytales

For he that winketh, whan he sholde see, Al wilfully, god lat him never thee!' #canterburytales