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Once on a time there dwelt in my country |
| An archdeacon, a man of high degree, |
| Who boldly executed the Church's frown |
40 | In punishment of fornication known, |
| And of witchcraft and of all known bawdry, |
| And defamation and adultery |
| Of church-wardens, and of fake testaments |
| And contracts, and the lack of sacraments, |
45 | And usury and simony also. |
| But unto lechers gave he greatest woe; |
| They should lament if they were apprehended; |
| And payers of short tithes to shame descended. |
| If anyone informed of such, 'twas plain |
50 | He'd not escape pecuniary pain. |
| For all short tithes and for small offering |
| He made folk pitifully to howl and sing. |
| For before the bishop caught them with his crook, |
| They were already in the archdeacon's book. |
55 | Then had he, by his competent jurisdiction, |
| Power to punish them by such infliction. |
| He had a summoner ready to his hand, |
| A slyer rogue was not in all England; |
| For cunningly he'd espionage to trail |
60 | And bring reports of all that might avail. |
| He could protect of lechers one or two |
| To learn of four and twenty more, mark you. |
| For though this man were wild as is a hare, |
| To tell his evil deeds I will not spare; |
65 | For we are out of his reach of infliction; |
| They have of us no competent jurisdiction, |
| Nor ever shall for term of all their lives. |