The Parson's Prologue, ll. 1-74 (The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer)

From The Canterbury Tales:
The Parson's Prologue

	By that the Maunciple hadde his tale al ended,
	The sonne fro the south lyne was descended
	So lowe that he nas nat, to my sighte,
	Degrees nyne and twenty as in highte.
5	Foure of the clokke it was tho, as I gesse,
	For ellevene foot, or litel moore or lesse,
	My shadwe was at thilke tyme, as there,
	Of swiche feet as my lengthe parted were
	In sixe feet equal of proporcioun.
10	Therwith the moones exaltacioun,
	I meene libra, alwey gan ascende,
	As we were entryng at a thropes ende;
	For which oure Hoost, as he was wont to gye,
	As in this caas, oure joly compaignye,
15	Seyde in this wise: "lordynges everichoon,
	Now lakketh us no tales mo than oon.
	Fulfilled is my sentence and my decree;
	I trowe that we han herd of ech degree;
	Almoost fulfild is al myn ordinaunce.
20	I pray to God, so yeve hym right good chaunce,
	That telleth this tale to us lustily.

	"Sire preest," quod he, artow a vicary?
	Or arte a person? Sey sooth, by the fey!
	Be what thou be, ne breke thou nat oure pley;
25	For every man, save thou, hath toold his tale.
	Unbokele, and shewe us what is in thy male;
	For, trewely, me thynketh by thy cheere
	Thou sholdest knytte up wel a greet mateere.
	Telle us a fable anon, for cokkes bones!"
30	This Persoun answerde, al atones,
	"Thou getest fable noon ytoold for me;
	For Paul, that writeth unto Thymothee,
	Repreveth hem that weyven soothfastnesse,
	And tellen fables and swich wrecchednesse.
35	Why sholde I sowen draf out of my fest,
	Whan I may sowen whete, if that me lest?
	For which I seye, if that yow list to heere
	Moralitee and vertuous mateere,
	And thanne that ye wol yeve me audience,
40	I wol ful fayn, at Cristes reverence,
	Do yow plesaunce leefful, as I kan.
	But trusteth wel, I am a southren man,
	I kan nat geeste 'rum, ram, ruf,' by lettre,
	Ne, God woot, ryn holde I but litel bettre;
45	And therfore, if yow list - I wol nat glose -
	I wol yow telle a myrie tale in prose
	To knytte up al this feeste, and make an ende.
	And Jhesu, for his grace, wit me sende
	To shewe yow the wey, in this viage,
50	Of thilke parfit glorious pilgrymage
	That highte Jerusalem celestial.
	And if ye vouche sauf, anon I shal
	Bigynne upon my tale, for which I preye
	Telle youre avys, I kan no bettre seye.

55	But nathelees, this meditacioun
	I putte it ay under correccioun
	Of clerkes, for I am nat textueel;
	I take but the sentence, trusteth weel.
	Therfore I make protestacioun
60	That I wol stonde to correccioun."
	Upon this word we han assented soone,
	For, as it seemed, it was for to doone,
	To enden in som vertuous sentence,
	And for to yeve hym space and audience;
65	And bade oure Hoost he sholde to hym seye
	That alle we to telle his tale hym preye.
	Oure Hoost hadde the wordes for us alle:
	"Sire preest," quod he, "now faire yow bifalle!
	Telleth," quod he, "youre meditacioun.
70	But hasteth yow, the sonne wole adoun;
	Beth fructuous, and that in litel space,
	And to do wel God sende yow his grace!
	Sey what yow list, and we wol gladly heere."
	And with that word he seyde in this manere.