In Motlee / and hye on hors he satVp on his heed / a Flaundryssh Beủere hatHis bootes clasped / faire and fetislyHise resons / he spak ful solempnelySownyng alway / thencrees of his wynnyngHe woolde / the see weere kept for any thyngBitwixen Myddelburgh / and OrewelleWel koude he / in eschaunge / sheeldes selleThis worthy man / ful wel his wit bisetteTher wiste no wight. that he was in detteSo estaatly was he / of his goủernaunceWith his bargaynes / and wᵗith his cheuysaunceFor soothe / he was a worthy man with alleBut sooth to seyn / I noot how men hym calle¶ A Clerc ther was / of Oxenford also¶ Clerc/ of Oxenforde.That vn to logyk. hadde longe ygoAs leene was his hors / as is a rakeAnd he was noght right fat I vndertakeBut looked holwe / and ther to sobrelyFul threedbaare / was his oủereste CourtepyFor he hadde / geten hym yet no beneficeNe was so worldly / for to haue officeFor hym was leuere / haue at his beddes heedTwenty bookes / clad / in blak / or reedOf Aristotle / and his PhilosophyeThan robes riche / or Fithele / or gay SautryeBut al be / that he was a PhilosophreYet hadde he / but litel gold in CofreBut al that he myghte / of his frendes henteOn bookes / and on lernynge / he it spenteAnd bisily / gan for the soules preyeOf hem / that yaf hym / wher with to scoleyeOf studye / took he moost cure and moost heedeNoght oo word spak he / moore than was needeAnd that was spoke / in forme / and reuerenceAnd short and quyk and ful of heigh sentenceSownynge in moral v̉ertu / was his specheAnd gladly wolde he lerne / and gladly teche¶ A Sergeaunt of lawe / waar / and wys¶ Sergeaunt of Lawe.That often / hadde been at the Parvys