Ne deigneth noght to speke a word,
Onliche a Crumme forto yive,
Wherof the povere myhte live[801]
Upon the yifte of his almesse.
Thus lai this povere in gret destresse[802]
Acold and hungred ate gate,
Fro which he mihte go no gate,[803]
So was he wofulli besein.
And as these holi bokes sein,[804] 1010
The houndes comen fro the halle,