In the canon
Piers the Ploughman
William Langland
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1377
- Originally in
- Originally in Middle English
- Pages
- Pages 260
In a somer seson, whan softe was the sonne, a man in rough wool lies down by a stream in the Malvern Hills and dreams a fair field full of folk, all of England packed between a tower on a hill and a dungeon in the dale below. Bishops jostle beggars, a pardoner works the crowd with his seal, and Glutton sets out to confess and gets no further than the alehouse, where he drinks a gallon and a gill and has to be carried home.
Whan softe was the sonne, I shoop me into shroudes As I a sheep weere, In habite as an heremite Unholy of werkes,
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