Go on then /lit/, show me what you got

[Anonymous No.13922168]

A MARCHANT was ther with a forked berd,
In mottelee, and hye on horse he sat;
Upon his heed a Flaundryssh bever hat,
His bootes clasped faire and fetisly.
His resons he spak ful solempnely,
Sownynge alway th'encrees of his wynnyng.
He wolde the see were kept for any thyng
Bitwixe Middelburgh and Orewelle.
Wel koude he in eschaunge sheeldes selle.
This worthy man ful wel his wit bisette;
Ther wiste no wight that he was in dette,
So estatly was he of his governaunce
With his bargaynes and with his chevyssaunce.
For sothe, he was a worthy man with-alle,
But, sooth to seyn, I noot how men hym calle.

[Anonymous No.13922205]

The merchant was there with a forked beard
in motley, an high on horse he sat
upon his head a (?) beaver hat
his boots clasped fair and fetishly
(?) away the increases of his winning
betwixt middleburgh and orwell
well could he in exchange (?) sell
this worthy man full well his wit beset
there (?) no right that he was in debt
so estately was he of his governance
with his bargains and his (?)
for soothe, he was a worthy man without
but, (?) , i not how men him call

[Anonymous No.13922283]

>>13922168
Is that Yeets or sumthing?

[Anonymous No.13922288]

>>13922283
The Canterbury Tales