Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Volume 1 by George Gilfillan
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She had not walked on the welt, so was it threadbare.
'I have been Covetise,' quoth this caitiff, 'For sometime I served Symme at style, And was his prentice plight, his profit to wait. First I learned to lie, a leef other twain Wickedly to weigh, was my first lesson: To Wye and to Winchester I went to the fair With many manner merchandise, as my master me hight.-- Then drave I me among drapers my donet[2] to learn. To draw the lyfer along, the longer it seemed Among the rich rays,' &c. [1] 'Tabard:' a coat. [2] 'Donet:' lesson. THE PRELATES. And now is religion a rider, a roamer by the street, A leader of lovedays,[1] and a loude[2] beggar, A pricker on a palfrey from manor to manor, An heap of houndes at his arse as he a lord were. And if but his knave kneel, that shall his cope bring, He loured on him, and asked who taught him courtesy. [1] 'Lovedays:' ladies. [2] 'Loude:' lewd. MERCY AND TRUTH. |
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