The Man of Law's Tale Epilogue, ll. 1163-1190 (The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer)

From The Canterbury Tales:
The Epilogue of the Man of Law's Tale

	Owre Hoost upon his stiropes stood anon,
	And seyde, "Goode men, herkeneth everych on!
1165	This was a thrifty tale for the nones!
	Sir Parisshe Prest," quod he, "for Goddes bones,
	Telle us a tale, as was thi forward yore.
	I se wel that ye lerned men in lore
	Can moche good, by Goddes dignitee!"
1170	The Parson him answerde, "Benedicite!
	What eyleth the man, so synfully to swere?"
	Oure Host answerde, "O Jankin, be ye there?
	I smelle a Lollere in the wynd," quod he.
	"Now! goode men," quod oure Hoste, 'herkeneth me;
1175	Abydeth, for Goddes digne passioun,
	For we schal han a predicacioun;
	This Lollere heer wil prechen us somwhat."
	"Nay, by my fader soule, that schal he nat!"
	Seyde the Shipman, "Heer schal he nat preche;
1180	He schal no gospel glosen here ne teche.
	We leven alle in the grete God," quod he;
	"He wolde sowen som difficulte,
	Or springen cokkel in oure clene corn.
	And therfore, Hoost, I warne thee biforn,
1185	My joly body schal a tale telle,
	And I schal clynken you so merry a belle,
	That I schal waken al this compaignie.
	But it schal not ben of philosophie,
	Ne phislyas, ne termes queinte of lawe.
1190	Ther is but litel Latyn in my mawe!"