| Be tokeneth the sonne bemys soth to sayn | |
| Thou shalt an hangid be fadir certeyn | |
670 | Rayn shal the wasshe and sonne shal the drye | |
| Thus she warned ful plat and ful pleyn | |
| His doughter that callyd was Phanye | |
| An hangid was Cresus the proud kyng | |
| His ryal trone mighte hym not auaylle | |
675 | Tragedy is non other maner thing | |
| Ne can in syngrye ne bewaylle | |
| For that fortune alday wol assaylle | |
| With vnwaar strook the regnes that be proude | |
| For whenne men trust in her than wol she faylle | |
680 | And couer her bright face vnder a cloude | |
| ¶ Here endith the Monkes tale . | |
| H | O quod our ooste syr nomore of this | |
| That ye haue said is ynough ywis | |
| And mykyl more for mykyl heuynes | |
| Is right ynough to mykyl folk I ges | |
5 | Your talis doon vs no disport ne game | |
| Wherfore sir Monk Piers Adam be your name | |
| I pray yow hertly tel vs sumwhat ellis | |
| For sikirly nere clynkyng of your bellis | |
| That on your brydil hongyn on euery syde | |
10 | Be heuyn kyng that for vs alle dyde | |
| I sholde or this fallen doun for slepe | |
| Al though the slough hadde neuyr be so depe | |
| Thanne hadde your tale al be told in veyn | |
| For certenly as thyse clerkis seyn | |
15 | Where as a man may haue non audience | |