Wednesday, July 18, 2007

To HR dept, managers and colleagues

The Prologue

Whan that cliente, with hise offeres soote,
The droghte of cashe hath perced to the roote
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;

At nyght al come to that hostelrye
Wel nyne and twenty in a compaignye
Of sondry folk, by aventure yfalle
In felaweshipe, an droydes were we alle,


The Captain's Logue

A knyght ther was, and that a worthy man,
That fro the tyme that he first bigan
To riden out, followed chivalrie,
Trouthe and honour, fredom and curteisie.

Ful worthy was he in partneres werre,
And therto hadde he riden, no man ferre
And tho his port not meeke as a mayde
He nevere yet no vileynye ne sayde.


The Epilogue

For by my trouthe, if that I shal nat lye,
I saugh nat this yeer so myrie a compaignye
The sothe is this: the cut fil to this knyght,
Of which ful blithe and glad was every wyght.

So lat me wend, and herkneth what I seye.
And with that word I ryde forth aweye,
As we bigan with right a myrie cheere
Our tale anon, and seyde in this manere.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Rana - I expect better stuff from you - not that nonsense please

RNB said...

Hello anonymous,

Funny that you should say that. I don't just copy stuff from the web and I deliberate over every single word that is published in my name. And methinks it was a reasonable attempt to cover all the ground mentioned in the last note in less than 200 words, so what you write is a deep personal criticism...

... but I can take it - I'll blame Geoffrey Chaucer ;)

Ann said...

Ignore Vish - he's just jealous

Faisal said...

Best to stay away from the keyboard if you have been snorting the white stuff.

Anonymous said...

forsooth!