Ne oynement. that wolde clense and byteThat hym myghte helpen / of his whelkes whyteNor of the knobbes / sittynge on his chekesWel loued he garlek oynons and eek lekesAnd for to drynke strong wyn / reed as bloodThanne wolde he speke / and crye as he were woodA fewe tꝰermes hadde he / two / or threThat he hadde lerned / out of som decreeNo wonder is / he herde it al the dayAnd eek ye knowe wel / how þᵗat a IayKan clepen watte / as wel as kan the PopeBut who so koude / in oother thyng hym gropeThanne hadde he spent al his philosophieAy Questio quid iuris wolde he crye¶ He was a gentil harlot and a kyndeA bettre felawe / sholde men noght fyndeHe wolde suffre / for a quart of wynA good felawe / to haue his concubynA twelf monthe / and excusen hym at the fulleFul pryuely / a fynch eek koude he pulleAnd if he foond owher / a good felaweHe wolde techen hym / to haue noon aweIn swich caas / of the Ercedeknes cursBut if a mannes soule / were in his pursFor in his purs / he sholde ypunysshed bePurs is the Ercedeknes helle / seyde he¶ But wel I woot he lyed right in dedeOf cursyng oghte ech gilty man dredeFor curs wol sle / right as assoillyng sauythAnd also / war hym of a significauit /¶ In daunger hadde he / at his owene gyseThe yonge gerles / of the diociseAnd knew hir conseil / and was al hir reedA gerland / hadde he set vp on his heedAs greet. as it were / for an Ale stakeA bokeler / hadde he maad hym of a cake¶ With hym ther rood / a gentil PardonerPardoner.Of Rouncyual / his freend / and his comperThat streight was comen / fro the Court of RomeFul loude he soong com hyder loue to me