Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales: General Prologue 09, The Merchant - (A Minimalist Translation)
[This worthy limiter was called Huberd.]
A merchant was there with a forked beard,
In motley, and high on horse he sat;
Upon his head a Flanderish beaver hat,
His boots clasped fair and fetisely.
His reasons he spoke full solemnly,
Speaking always the increase of his winning.
He would the sea were kept for anything
Between Middleburgh and Orwell.
Well could he in exchange shields sell.
This worthy man full well his wit beset;
There knew no wight that he was in debt,
So stately was he of his governance
With his bargains and with his chevisance
For truth he was a worthy man withall,
But, truth to say, I know not how men him call.
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Forrest Hainline
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