A Monk there was, a fair for the mast’ry, 58 An outrider, that loved venery; 59 A manly man, to be an abbot able. Full many a dainty horse had he in stable: And when he rode, men might his bridle hear Jingeling 60 in a whistling wind as clear, And eke as loud, as doth the chapel bell, There as this lord was keeper of the cell. The rule of Saint Maur and of Saint Benet, 61 Because that it was old and somedeal 62 strait, This ilkë 63 monk let oldë thingës pace, And held after the newë world the trace. He gave not of the text a pulled hen,