Chaucer’s Tale of Meliboeus

“No more of this, for Goddë’s dignity!” Quoth ourë Hostë; “for thou makest me So weary of thy very lewëdness, 3928 That, all so wisly 3929 God my soulë bless, Mine earës achë for thy drafty 3930 speech. Now such a rhyme the devil I beteche: 3931 This may well be rhyme doggerel,” quoth he. “Why so?” quoth I; “why wilt thou lettë 3932 me More of my tale than any other man, Since that it is the best rhyme that I can?” “By God!” quoth he, “for, plainly at one word, Thy drafty rhyming is not worth a tord: Thou dost naught ellës but dispendest 3933 time. Sir, at one word, thou shalt no longer rhyme.