From Geoffrey Chaucer's "The Canterbury Tales", The Man of Law's Tale, lines 771-777

From The Canterbury Tales:
The Man of Law's Tale
lines 771-777: A sermon on drunkenness

	O messager, fulfild of dronkenesse,
	Strong is thy breeth, thy lymes faltren ay,
	And thou biwreyest alle secreenesse.
	Thy mynde is lorn, thou janglest as a jay,
775	Thy face is turned in a newe array;
	Ther dronkenesse regneth in any route,
	Ther is no conseil hyd, withouten doute.

	O messenger, possessed of drunkenness,
	Strong is your breath, your limbs do falter aye,
	And you betray all secrets, great and less;
	Your mind is gone, you jangle like a jay;
775	Your face is mottled in a new array!
	Where drunkenness can reign, in any rout,
	There is no counsel kept, beyond a doubt.