P. Plowman

Cited as P. Plowman. — 10 quotations

In a somer seson whan soft was the sonne, I shope me in shroudes as I a shepe were.

The pore dar plede (the poor man dare plead).

To have a license and a leave at London to dwell.

To solace him some time, as I do when I make.

At my supper and sometimes at nones.

Pilgrims and palmers plighted them together.

May no penny ale them pay [i. e., satisfy].

No field nolde [would not] tilye.

Truth's treasures . . . never shall wax ne wane.

This were a wicked way, but whoso had a guide.