With him there was a Ploughman , was his brother, That had y-laid of dung full many a fother. 181 A true swinker 182 and a good was he, Living in peace and perfect charity. God loved he bestë with all his heart At allë timës, were it gain or smart, 183 And then his neighëbour right as himselve. He wouldë thresh, and thereto dike, 184 and delve, For Christë’s sake, for every poorë wight, Withouten hire, if it lay in his might. His tithës payed he full fair and well, Both of his proper swink, and his chattel. 185 In a tabard 186 he rode upon a mare.