The Parson’s Tale

By that the Manciple his tale had ended, The sunnë from the south line was descended So lowë, that it was not to my sight Degreës nine-and-twenty as in height. Four of the clock it was then, as I guess, For eleven foot, a little more or less, My shadow was at thilkë time, as there, Of such feet as my lengthë parted were In six feet equal of proportión. Therewith the moonë’s exaltatión, 5028 In meanë 5029 Libra, gan alway ascend, As we were ent’ring at a thorpë’s 5030 end. For which our Host, as he was wont to gie, 5031 As in this case, our jolly company, Said in this wisë; “Lordings every one, Now lacketh us no morë tales than one. Fulfill’d is my senténce and my decree; I trow that we have heard of each degree.