William Langland

Wolleward and weetshoed wente I forþ after
As a recchelees renk þat [reccheþ of no wo],
And yede forþ lik a lorel al my lif tyme,
Til I weex wery of þe world and wilned eft to slepe,
And lened me to a lenten, and longe tyme I slepte;
| Reste me þere and rutte faste til Ramis palmarum.
Of gerlis and of Gloria laus gretly me dremed,
And how Osanna by Organye olde folk songen,

In a somer seson, whan softe was þe sonne,
I shoop me into [a] shrou[d] as I a sheep weere,
In habite as an heremite, vnholy of werkes,
Wente wide in þis world wondres to here.
Ac on a May morwenynge on Maluerne hilles
Me bifel a ferly, of Fairye me þoȝte.
I was wery forwandred and wente me to reste
Under a brood bank by a bourn[e] syde;

‘þis were a wikkede wey but whoso hadde a gyde
þat [myȝte] folwen us ech foot’: þus þis folk hem mened.
Quod Perkyn þe Plowman, ‘By Seint Peter of Rome!
I haue an half acre to erie by þe heiȝe weye;
Hadde I eryed þis half acre and sowen it after
I wolde wende wiþ yow and þe wey teche.’
‘þis were a long lettyng,’ quod a lady in a Scleyre.
‘What sholde we wommen werche þe while?’