And yet he hadde a thombe of gold pardee A whit coote and a blew hood wered hee A Baggepipe wel koude he blowe and sowne And therwithal he broghte vs out of towne A gentil Maunciple was ther of a Temple Of which Achatours myghte take exemple For to been wyse 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 faire grace That swich a lewed mannes wit shal pace The wysdom of an heep of lerned men Of maistres hadde he mo than thryes ten That weeren of lawe expert and curious Of whiche ther weere a dozeyne in that hous Worthy to been Stywardes of rente and lond Of any lord that is in Engelond To make hym lyue by his propre good In honour dettelees but if he weere wood Or lyue as scarsly as hym lyst desire And able for to helpen al a Shire From Py In any case that myght falle in a shir In any caas that myghte falle or happe And yet this Maunciple sette hir aller cappe The Reue was a sclendre coleryk man His beerd was shaue as neigh as euer he kan His heer was by his eerys ful rownd yshorn His top was dokked lyk a preest byforn