A Serjeant of the Law, war and wys
That often hadde been at the Parvys
And every statut koude he pleyn by rote.
He rood but hoomly in a medlee cote
Girt with a ceint of silk, with barres small;
Of his array telle I no longer tale.
A Serjeant of the Law, wary and wise
Who'd often been at St. Paul's steps, to
advise
And every statute he could state by rote
He rode but simply in a medley coat,
Girded with a belt of silk, with little bars,
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