As Parsons Once Were Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

A good man was there of religion,
A poor parson of a town
But rich he was in holy deeds
He was a scholarly man,
That preached Christ's gospel
Every day of the week
No matter how large his parish
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This noble ensample to his sheep he yaf,
That first he wroghte, and afterward he taughte.

translated from the General Prologue
Here bygynneth the Book of the Tales of Caunterbury
Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote