| | Of smale houndis hadde she that she fedde | |
| | With rost flesh mylke and wastel bred | |
| | But sore wepte she if ony of hem were ded | |
| | Or if men smoot hem with yerd smert | |
| 150 | And al was conscience and tendir hert | |
| | Ful semely hir wympil pynched was | |
| | Her nose tretise here yen grey as glas | |
| | Her mouth smal and therto softe and reed | |
| | But sikirly she hadde a fair forheed | |
| 155 | It was almost a span brode I trow | |
| | For hardly she was not vnder grow | |
| | Ful fetice was her cloke as I was waar | |
| | Of smal coral aboute her harm she baar | |
| | A peyre of bedis gauded al with grene | |
| 160 | And there on houg a broche ful shene | |
| | On whiche that first was wryte a cronned A | |
| | And aftir that amor vincit omnia | |
| | A | Nother Nonne with hir ther was | |
| | Ful fair of hewe and bright of faas | |
| | That was her chapeleyn and prestis thre | |
| 165 | A monk ther was fair for the maistre | |
| | Whiche afore that tyme hadde be | |
| | An out ryder he loued venore | |
| | A manly man to be an abbot able | |
| | Ful many a deynte hors hadde he in stabil | |
| | And when he rood men mighte his bridil here | |
| 170 | Gyngelynge & whistelinge in the wynd clere | |
| | And eke as lowde as doth the chapel belle | |
| | There as the lord was keper of the selle | |
