Today’s poem is part of Chaucer’s famous General Prologue to The Canterbury Tales. I’ve left it in ye olde English. Although it borders on being impossible to follow, Old English is much more colorful than modern English. Here’s an example. Oh, and “his hors in greet estat” somehow translates to “his well-groomed horse.”
He was a lord ful fat and in good point;
his eyen stepe, and rolling in his heed,
that stemmed as a forneys of a leed
his botes souple, his hors in greet estat.
–Geoffrey Chaucer, from The Canterbury Tales.