Miller_Translation_ANocon

The Miller's Portrait
//545:// The millere was a stout carl for the nones; //546:// Ful byg he was of brawn, and eek of bones. //547:// That proved wel, for over al ther he cam, //548:// At wrastlynge he wolde have alwey the ram. //549:// He was short-sholdred, brood, a thikke knarre; //550:// Ther was no dore that he nolde heve of harre, //551:// Or breke it at a rennyng with his heed. //552:// His berd as any sowe or fox was reed, //553:// And therto brood, as though it were a spade. //554:// Upon the cop right of his nose he hade //555:// A werte, and theron stood a toft of herys, //556:// Reed as the brustles of a sowes erys; //557:// His nosethirles blake were and wyde. //558:// A swerd and bokeler bar he by his syde. //559:// His mouth as greet was as a greet forneys. //560:// He was a janglere and a goliardeys, //561:// And that was moost of synne and harlotries. //562:// Wel koude he stelen corn and tollen thries; //563:// And yet he hadde a thombe of gold, pardee. //564:// A whit cote and a blew hood wered he. //565:// A baggepipe wel koude he blowe and sowne, //566:// And therwithal he broghte us out of towne.
 * The miller was a stout carl, for your information;**
 * He was hardy, big of brawn, and big boned.**
 * Which was proved well, for wherever he went he thrashed,**
 * At wrestling, he would always win.**
 * He was chunky, broad of build;**
 * If he willed, there was no door that he couldn't heave from hinges,**
 * Or break it through, by running, with his head.**
 * His beard was as red as the color of any sow or fox,**
 * And as broad as if it were a spade.**
 * Upon the tip of his nose he had**
 * A wart, and thereon stood a tuft of hairs,**
 * Red as the bristles in an old sow's ears;**
 * His nostrils were black and wide.**
 * He bore a sword and buckle by his side.**
 * His mouth was as big as a furnace door.**
 * He was a jester and could poetize,**
 * But mostly all of sin and harlotries.**
 * He could steal corn and over-charge his fees;**
 * And yet he had a thumb of gold,**
 * He wore a white coat and blue hood.**
 * He could blow a bagpipe well,**
 * And with that he brought us out of town.

click here to view the Miller Chaucer Space

click here to view the Manciple translation**