64 That saith, that hunters be not holy men; Ne that a monk, when he is cloisterless; Is like to a fish that is waterless; This is to say, a monk out of his cloister. This ilkë text held he not worth an oyster; And I say his opinion was good. Why should he study, and make himselfë wood, 65 Upon a book in cloister always pore, Or swinken 66 with his handës, and laboúr, As Austin bit? 67 how shall the world be served? Let Austin have his swink to him reserved. Therefore he was a prickasour aright: 68 Greyhounds he had as swift as fowl of flight: Of pricking 69 and of hunting for the hare Was all his lust,