¶ His typet was ay farsed ful of knyuesAnd pynnes / for to yeuen faire wyuesAnd certeynly / he hadde a murye nooteWel koude he synge / and pleyen on a rooteOf yeddynges / he bar outrely the prysHis nekke whit was / as the flour delysTher to he stroong was / as a ChampiounHe knew the tauernes wel in euery townAnd euery hostiler / and TappestereBet / than a lazer / or a beggestereFor vn to swich a worthy man / as heAcorded nat / as by his faculteeTo haue / with syke lazers aqueyntaunceIt is nat honeste / it may noght auaunceFor to deelen / with no swich porailleBut al with riche / and sellerys of vitailleAnd ouer al / ther as ꝓprofit sholde aryseCurteys he was / and lowely of seruyseTher was no man / nowheer / so v̉ertuousHe was the beste beggere / of his housAnd yaf a c̉erteyn ferme / for the grauntNoon of his bretheren / cam ther in his hauntFor thogh a wydwe / hadde noght a shoSo plesant was his In principioYet wolde he haue a ferthyng er he wenteHis purchaas / was wel bettre than his renteAnd rage he koude / as it weere right a whelpeIn louedayes / koude he muchel helpeFor there / he was nat lyk a CloystrerWith a threedbare cope / as is a poure scolerBut he was lyk a maister / or a PopeOf double worstede / was his semycopeAnd rounded as a belle / out of the presseSomwhat he lypsed / for his wantownesseTo make his englyssh / sweete vp on his tongeAnd in his harpyng whan þᵗat he hadde songeHise eyen twynkled / in his heed aryghtAs doon the sterres / in the frosty nyghtThis worthy lymytour / was cleped Huberd¶ A Marchant was ther / with a forked berdMarchaunt.