“Certes,” quoth he, “nothing annoyeth me 4770 To lend a man a noble, or two, or three, Or what thing were in my possessión, When he so true is of conditión, That in no wise he breakë will his day; To such a man I never can say nay.” “What,” quoth this canon, “should I be untrue? Nay, that were thing y-fallen all of new. 4771 Truth is a thing that I will ever keep, Unto the day in which that I shall creep Into my grave; and ellës God forbid; Believë this as sicker 4772 as your creed. God thank I, and in good time be it said, That there was never man yet evil apaid 4773 For gold nor silver that he to me lent, Nor ever falsehood in mine heart I meant. And Sir,” quoth he, “now of my privity, Since ye so goodly have been unto me, And kithed