"As I went by the way Weeping for sorrow, I saw a simple man me by, Upon the plow hanging. His coat was of a clout That cary[8] was called; His hood was full of holes, And his hair out; With his knopped[9] shoon Clouted full thick; His toes totedun[10] out As he the land treaded; His hosen overhung his hockshins On every side, All beslomered in fen[11] As he the plow followed. Two mittens as meter Made all of clouts, The fingers were for-werd[12] And full of fen hanged. This wight wallowed in the fen Almost to the ankle. Four rotheren[13] him before That feeble were worthy, Men might reckon each rib So rentful[14] they were. His wife walked him with, With a long goad, In a cutted coat, Cutted full high, Wrapped in a winnow sheet To weren her from weathers, Barefoot on the bare ice That the blood followed. And at the land's end layeth A little crumb-bowl,[15] And thereon lay a little child Lapped in clouts, And twins of two years old Upon another side. And all they sungen one song, That sorrow was to hear; They crieden all one cry, A careful note. The simple man sighed sore, And said, 'Children, be still!'" The tenant of land, or small farmer, was in a better condition, and when not cozened of his stores by the monks, or robbed of them by the ruffians in office or out of office, managed to live with some kind of rude comfort. What the ordinary condition of his larder and the extent of his farming stock were, may be learned from a passage in the "Vision." "'I have no penny,' quoth Piers, 'Pullets to buy. Nor neither geese nor grys; But two green cheeses, A few curds and cream, And an haver cake,[16] And two loaves of beans and bran, Baked for my fauntes[17]; And yet I say, by my soul! I have no salt bacon. Nor no cokeney,[18] by Christ! Collops for to maken. "But I have perciles and porettes,[19] And many cole plants,[20] And eke a cow and calf. And a cart-mare To draw afield my dung, The while the drought lasteth; And by this livelihood we must live Till Lammas time. And by that I hope to have Harvest in my croft, And then may I dight thy dinner As me dear liketh.'" We have already described the tenure by which the tenant held his lands, and the protection the knightly landowner was bound to give his tenant. Thus Piers Plowman, when his honest labors are broken in upon by ruffians, "Plained him to the knight To help him, as covenant was, From cursed shrews, Aud from these wasters, wolves-kind, That maketh the world dear."