She was a worthy womman al hit lyve, Housbondes at chirche dore she hadde fyve.
2
His studie was but litel on the Bible.
2
It snewed in his hous of mete and drynke.
2
Nowher so bisy a man as he ther nas, And yet he semed bisier than he was.
2
For he was Epicurus owene sone.
2
For hym was levere have at his beddes heed Twenty bookes, clad in blak or reed, Of Aristotle and his philosophie, Than robes riche, or fithele, or gay sautrie, But al be that he was a philosophre, Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre.
4
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.
2
A Clerk ther was of Oxenford also.
2
As leene was his hors as is a rake.
2
Somwhat he lipsed, for his wantownesse, To make his Englissh sweete upon his tonge.
