listen while you read. it makes all the difference. (susan yager, on chaucer metapages.)

Truth 
Balade de Bon Conseyl

Flee fro the prees and dwelle with sothfastnesse.
Suffyce unto thy thing though it be smal.
For hord hath hate, and climbing tikelnesse,
Prees hath envye and wele blent overal.
Savour no more than thee bihove shal.
Reule wel thyself that other folk canst rede,
And trouthe thee shal delivere, it is no drede.

Tempest thee noght al croked to redresse,
In trust of hir that turneth as a bal.
Gret reste stant in litel besinesse.
Be war therfore to sporne ayeyns an al,
Stryve not as doth the crokke with the wal.
Daunte thyself that dauntest otheres dede,
And trouthe thee shal delivere, it is no drede.

That thee is sent receyve in buxumnesse.
The wrastling for this world axeth a fal.
Her is non hoom, her nis but wildernesse.
Forth, pilgrim, forth! Forth, beste, out of thy stal!
Know thy contree, look up, Thank God of al,
Hold the heye wey and lat thy gost thee lede,
And trouthe thee shal delivere it is no drede.

Envoy
Therfore thou Vache, leve thyn old wrecchednesse.
Unto the world leve now to be thral.
Crye him mercy, that of his hy goodnesse
Made thee of noght, and in especial
Draw unto him, and pray in general
For thee, and eek for other, hevenlich mede.
And trouthe thee shal delivere it is no drede.

    Explicit Le bon counseill de G. Chaucer