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Lat Austyn have his [???] swink to him reserved
Therfore he was a pricasoure aright
Grehoundis he had as swift as foule in flight
Of priking and of hunting for the hare
Was his lust, for no cost wold he spare
I sawe his sleves were purfeld at hond
With grice, and that the finest of a lond
And forto fasten his hood undir his chyn
He had of gold y wrought a ful curious pyn
A love knotte in the grette[r??] ende there was
His hede was balde that shone as any glas
And eke his face as it had ben anoynt
He was a lord ful fatte and in good point
His iyen stepe and rolling in his hede
That stemed as a fourneis of a leede
His botis souple his hors in gret estate
Now certeinli he was a feire prelate
He was not pale as a forpyned goost
A fatte Swanne loved he best of any rost
His palfray was as brown as any bery
A frere there was a wanton & a merye
A limitoure a ful solempne man
In all the ordirs foure is none that can
So moche of daliannce and of foure langage
He had made full many a mariage
Of yong women at his owne cost
Unto his ordir he was a noble post
And welbeloved and familiar was he
With frankleyns overe all in his cuntree
And with wurthy women of the toun
for he had powere of confessioun
As seid him sel[?]e more than a curat
for of his ordire he was licenciat
Full swetely here he confession
And plesannt was his absolucion
He was an esy man to yeve penaunce
There as he wist to gane a good pitance