For whan thy labour doon al is, And hast y-maad thy rekeninges, In stede of reste and newe thinges, Thou gost hoom to thy hous anoon, And, also domb as any stoon, Thou sittest at another boke Til fully daswed is thy loke, And livest thus as an hermyte.

Her nis non hoom, her nis but wildernesse: Forth, pilgrim, forth!

He was a student of books as well as of men, as is shown by these lines from the Hous of Fame: "For whan thy labour doon al is, And halt y-maad thy rekeninges, In stede of rest and newe thinges, Thou gost hoom to thy hous anoon, And, also domb as any stoon, Thou sittest at another boke, Til fully daswed is thy loke, And livest thus as an hermyte.

" "Her nis non hoom, her nis but wildernesse.

Thanne the sone bryngethe hoom with him alle his kyn, and his frendes, and alle the othere to his hows, and makethe hem a gret feste.