His tippet was aye farsed 80 full of knives, And pinnës, for to give to fairë wives; And certainly he had a merry note: Well could he sing and playen on a rote; 81 Of yeddings 82 he bare utterly the prize. His neck was white as is the fleur-de-lis. Thereto he strong was as a champion, And knew well the tavérns in every town. And every hosteler and gay tapstére, Better than a lazar 83 or a beggére, For unto such a worthy man as he Accordeth not, as by his faculty, To havë with such lazars acquaintánce. It is not honest, it may not advance, As for to dealë with no such pouraille, 84 But all with rich, and sellers of vitaille.