Of smal coral aboute hir arme she baar
A paire of bedës gauded all with grene,
And thereon heng a broch of gold ful schene
On which was first y-writ a crownéd A,
And after—Amor Vincit Omnia!
Then comes the Monk, who has a shiny pate, who is stout, well fed, pretentious; his very trappings make a portrait—
And when he rood, men might his bridel heere
Gingling in a whistlyng wynd as cleere
And eek as loude as doth the chapel belle.