He settë not his benefice to hire, And left his sheep eucumber’d in the mire, And ran unto London, unto Saint Poul’s, To seekë him a chantery 173 for souls, Or with a brotherhood to be withold: 174 But dwelt at home, and keptë well his fold, So that the wolf ne made it not miscarry. He was a shepherd, and no mercenary. And though he holy were, and virtuous, He was to sinful men not dispitous 175 Nor of his speechë dangerous nor dign, 176 But in his teaching díscreet and benign. To drawen folk to heaven, with fairness, By good ensample, was his business: But it were 177 any person obstinate, What so he were of high or low estate, Him would he snibbë