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In Londoun was a preest, an annueleer, |
| 460 | That therinne dwelled hadde mayn a yeer, |
| Which was so plesaunt and se servysable |
| Unto the wyf, where as he was at table, |
| That she wolde suffre hym no thyng for to paye |
| For bord ne clothyng, wente he never so gaye; |
| 465 | And spendyng silver hadde he right ynow. |
| Therof no fors; I wol procede as now, |
| And telle forth my tale of the chanoun |
| That broghte this preest to confusioun. |
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In London was a priest, an annualeer |
| 460 | Who had therein dwelt many a quiet year, |
| A man so pleasant and so serviceable |
| To the goodwife who shared with him her table, |
| That she would never suffer him to pay |
| For board or clothing, went he ever so gay; |
| 465 | Of spending-silver, too, he had enow. |
| No matter; I'll proceed as I said, now, |
| And tell about the canon all my tale, |
| Who gave this priest good cause to weep and wail. |
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