TheFranklin_Transaltion_LJones

//331:// A frankeleyn was in his compaignye. //332:// Whit was his berd as is the dayesye; //333:// Of his complexioun he was sangwyn. //334:// Wel loved he by the morwe a sop in wyn; //335:// To lyven in delit was evere his wone, //336:// For he was epicurus owene sone, //337:// That heeld opinioun that pleyn delit //338:// Was verray felicitee parfit. //339:// An housholdere, and that a greet, was he; //340:// Seint julian he was in his contree. //341:// His breed, his ale, was alweys after oon; //342:// A bettre envyned man was nowher noon. //343:// Withoute bake mete was nevere his hous //344:// Of fissh and flessh, and that so plentevous, //345:// It snewed in his hous of mete and drynke, //346:// Of alle deyntees that men koude thynke. //347:// After the sondry sesons of the yeer, //348:// So chaunged he his mete and his soper. //349:// Ful many a fat partrich hadde he in muwe, //350:// And many a breem and many a luce in stuwe. //351:// Wo was his cook but if his sauce were //352:// Poynaunt and sharp, and redy al his geere. //353:// His table dormant in his halle alway //354:// Stood redy covered al the longe day. //355:// At sessiouns ther was he lord and sire; //356:// Ful ofte tyme he was knyght of the shire. //357:// An anlaas and a gipser al of silk //358:// Heeng at his girdel, whit as morne milk. //359:// A shirreve hadde he been, and a contour. //360:// Was nowher swich a worthy vavasour.
 * A franklin was in his campaign**
 * White was his beard as is the days eye**
 * Of his complexion he was** **red**
 * Well loved he by they morwe soaked in wine**
 * to liven in delight was ever his practice**
 * for he was Epicurus' own son**
 * That held opinion that plain delight**
 * was very felicitous profit**
 * a housedhold, and that a great, was he**
 * Ssint Julian was in his country**
 * His breed, his ale, was always afternooon**
 * A better envied man was nowhere known**
 * His house always had food**
 * Of fish and flesh, and that so plentiful**
 * it smelled in his house of food and drink**
 * of all delicacies that men could think**
 * after the various seasons of the year**
 * So he changed his meat and his supper**
 * many a fat partridgee had he in cage**
 * and many a breem and many a pike in his stew**
 * Woe was his cook, but if his sauce were**
 * Pugnant and sharp, and ready all his gear**
 * His table dormant in his hallway**
 * Stood ready, covered throughout the day**
 * At sessions there he was lord and sire**
 * Most often times he was knight of the shire**
 * A dagger and a sash of silk**
 * Hanging at his belt, white as morning milk**
 * A sherrif he had been, and a an auditor**
 * Was nowhere such a worthy landowner**

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