Of fish and flesh, and that so plentëous, It snowed in his house of meat and drink, Of allë dainties that men couldë think. After the sundry seasons of the year, So changed he his meat and his soupére. Full many a fat partridge had he in mew, 122 And many a bream, and many a luce in stew. 123 Woe was his cook, but if 124 his saucë were Poignant and sharp, and ready all his gear. His table dormant 125 in his hall alway Stood ready cover’d all the longë day. At sessions there was he lord and sire. Full often time he was knight of the shire. An anlace, and a gipciere 126 all of silk, Hung at his girdle, white as morning milk. A sheriff had he been, and a countour.