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| | Canterbury Tales: The Canon's Yeoman's Tale |
 | | In London was a priest, an annualeer Who had therein dwelt many a quiet year, A man so pleasant and so serviceable To the goodwife who shared with him her table, That she would never suffer him to pay For board or clothing, went he ever so gay; Of spending-silver, too, he had enow. |
 | | And while the priest did pile up busily The burning coals, as I told you ere this, This canon said: "My friend, you do amiss; This is not piled up as it ought to be; But soon I shall amend all that," said he. |
 | | When now the priest was thus beguiled again, Supposing naught but truth, I should explain, He was so glad that I cannot express, In any way, his mirth and his gladness; And to the canon he did proffer soon Body and goods. |
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