squire_translation_blackmon

//__The Squire's Portrait__

79: With hym ther was his sone, a yong squier,// //80: A lovyere and a lusty bacheler,// //81: With lokkes crulle as they were leyd in presse.// //82: Of twenty yeer of age he was, I gesse.// //83: Of his stature he was of evene lengthe,// //84: And wonderly delyvere, and of greet strengthe.// //85: And he hadde been somtyme in chyvachie// //86: In flaundres, in artoys, and pycardie,// //87: And born hym weel, as of so litel space,// //88: In hope to stonden in his lady grace.// //89: Embrouded was he, as it were a meede// //90: Al ful of fresshe floures, whyte and reede.// //91: Syngynge he was, or floytynge, al the day;// //92: He was as fressh as is the month of may.// //93: Short was his gowne, with sleves longe and wyde.// //94: Wel koude he sitte on hors and faire ryde.// //95: He koude songes make and wel endite,// //96: Juste and eek daunce, and weel purtreye and write.// //**He could also joust and dance, as well as draw and write.** 97: So hoote he lovede that by nyghtertale.// //98: He sleep namoore than dooth a nyghtyngale.// //99: Curteis he was, lowely, and servysable,// //**He was courteous, humble, and attentive,** 100: And carf biforn his fader at the table.
 * With him there was his son, a young squire**
 * A lover and lusty bachelor,**
 * With curly locks as if they were laid and pressed.**
 * I suppose he was twenty years of age.**
 * He was average length in his stature,**
 * And wonderously active and of great strength.**
 * And he had been sometime in chivalry**
 * In Flanders, in Arthois, and Picardy,**
 * And he was born well, within a little time,**
 * In hopes to win over his lady's grace.**
 * His clothes were embroidered, as if he were a meadow**
 * All full of fresh flowers, white and red.**
 * He was singing, or whistling, the whole day;**
 * He was as fresh as the month of May.**
 * His gown was short, with long and wide sleeves.**
 * He knew how to sit on a horse and ride fairly.**
 * He knew how to make songs and also words,**
 * He was so hot with love that night and told the tale.**
 * He slept no more than a nightingale does.**
 * And he carved before his father at the table.**//

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