Because that it was old and some deal straight,
This ilkĕ monk let oldĕ thinges pace,
And held after the newĕ world the trace.
He gave not for that text a pulled hen,
That saith that hunters be not holy men.
And I say his opinion was good.
What should he studie and make himselven wood,
Upon a book in cloistre alway to pore,
Or swinken with his handes and laboure,