Hir mouth ful smal / and ther to / softe and reedBut sikerly / she hadde a fair forheedIt was almoost a spanne brood I troweFor hardily / she was nat vndergroweFul fetys was hir cloke / as I was warOf smal Coral / aboute hir arm she barA peyre of bedes / gauded al with greene And ther on heeng / a brooch of gold ful sheeneOn which / was first writen / a crowned .A. And after / amor vincit / omnia.¶ Another Nonne / with hire hadde sheNonne Chap|eleyne and thre prestes.That was hire Chapeleyne / and preestes thre.¶ A Monk ther was / a fair for the maystryeMonk/.An outrydere / that louede veneryeA manly man / to been an Abbot ableFul many a deyntee hors / hadde he in stableAnd whanne he rood / men myghte his brydel heereGyngle in a whistlynge wynd / as cleereAnd eek as loude / as dooth the Chapel belleThere as this lord / is kepere of the selleThe rule of Seint Maure / or of seint BeneytBy cause þᵗat it was oold / and som deel streytThis ilke Monk / leet oolde thynges paceAnd heeld / after the newe world the spaceHe yaf noght of that text a pulled henThat seith / þᵗat hunterys been none holy menNe þᵗat a Monk. whan he is reccheleesIs likned / til a fissh / þᵗat is waterleesThis is to seyn / a Monk out of his CloystreBut thilke text heeld he nat worth an OystreAnd I seyde / his opynyon was goodWhat sholde he studie / and make hym seluen woodVp on a book in Cloystre alwey to poureOr swynke with his handes / and laboure As Austyn bit / how shal the world be serued Lat Austyn haue his swynk / to hym reseruedTher fore / he was a prykasour aryghtGrehoundes he hadde / as swift as fowel in flyghtOf prikyng and of huntyng for the haareWas al his lust. for no cost wolde he spaare