Now was there of that church a parish clerk, The which that was y-cleped Absolon. Curl’d was his hair, and as the gold it shone, And strutted 999 as a fannë large and broad; Full straight and even lay his jolly shode. 1000 His rode 1001 was red, his eyen grey as goose, With Paulë’s windows carven 1002 on his shoes. In hosen red he went full fetisly. 1003 Y-clad he was full small and properly, All in a kirtle 1004 of a light waget; 1005 Full fair and thickë be the pointës set. And thereupon he had a gay surplíce, As white as is the blossom on the rise.