Clergyman's

With bookës of his ornat endytyng,
That is to al þis land enlumynyng.
- Thomas Occleve

And fadir Chaucer fayn wolde han me taght;
But I was dul and lernèd lite or naght.
Allas! my worthi maister honorable,
This landës verray tresor and richesse.
- Thomas Occleve

If that thise men that lovers hem pretende,
To women weren feythfull good and trewe,
And dreden hem to deceyven or offende,
Women, to love hem, wolde nat eschewe;
But every day hath man an herte newe:
Yt, upon oon, abide can no while.
What fore ys it, swich a wight to be-gile?
- Thomas Occleve

Many a servant un-to his lord seith,
""Þat al the world spekith of him honour,""
Whan the contrarie of þat is sooth, in feith.
- Thomas Occleve