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He had found no preferment in the church/ And he was to unworldly to make a search
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Clerk of Oxford
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They had capitol and revenue/ Besides their wives declared it was their due
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Guildsman
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Further I beg you to forgive me/ If I neglect the order and degree
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Chaucer
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Just home from service, he had joined our ranks/ To do his pilgrimage and render thanks
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Knight
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A manly man, to be an Abbot able/ Many a dainty horse he had in stable
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Monk
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But what a pity-so it seemed to me,/ that he should have an ulcer on his knee
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Cook
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I'd think you up some fun if I knew how./ And as happens, a thought was just occurred
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Host
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And she was skilled in wandering by the way/ She had gapped-teeth, set widely, truth to say
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Wife of Bath
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He was embroidered like a meadow bright/ And full of freshest flowers, red and white
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Squire
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That an illiterate fellow can outpace/ The wisdom of a heap of learned men?
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Manciple
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The chaplain at her call,/ Was riding
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Nun
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Many a draft of vintage red and yellow,/ He'd drawn at Bordeaux while the trader snored
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Skipper
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Only digestives, nutritives, and such/ He did not read the Bible very much
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Doctor
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When young he'd learne a useful trade and still/ He was a carpenter of first rate skill
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Reeve
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He would allow just for a quart of wine-/ Any good lad to keep a concubine
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Summoner
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