He was a lord ful fat and in good point.
His eyen stepe,[73] and rolling in his hed,
That stemed as a forneis of led.[74]
His bootès souple, his hors in gret estat:
Now certainly he was a fayre prelát.
He was not pale as a forpined[75] gost.
A fat swan loved he best of any rost,
His palfrey was as broune as is a bery.
[III.]
A Frere[76] ther was, a wanton and a mery,