| | The rewle of saint Maure & of saint Benet | |
| | Be cause he held it somwhat streyt | |
| 175 | This ilke monk lete olde thinges passe | |
| | And held aftir the newe worlde the space | |
| | He yaf not of the text a pullet henne | |
| | That seith that hunters be not holy men | |
| | Ne that a monk whenne that he is rechelees | |
| 180 | Is lik to a fish when it is waterlees | |
| | This is to say a monk oute of a cloistre | |
| | But that texte holde I not worth an oistre | |
| | And I say that his opinion was good | |
| | What sholde he stodye and make hym wood | |
| 185 | Vp on a book alwey in cloistir to powre | |
| | Or swynke with hondis and laboure | |
| | As austyn dide . but hou shal the worlde be serued | |
| | Let austyn haue his swynk to hym reserued | |
| | Therfore he was a pricasour a right | |
| 190 | Grehoundis he hadde as mylk whit | |
| | Of prykynge and of huntynge for the hare | |
| | Was al his lust for no thing wolde he spare | |
| | I saw his sleuys purfiled at the hond | |
| | With grice and that the fynest of a lond | |
| 195 | And forto fastyn his hood vnder the chynne | |
| | He hadde of golde wrought a corious pynne | |
| | And eke his face as he had be anoynt | |
| 200 | He was a lord fat and in good poynt | |
| | His yen steep and rollynge in his heed | |
| | That stemyd as a furneys of leed | |
| | His bootis sowpil his hors in gret astate | |
