There was a FRANKLIN in his company;
White was his beard as is the white daisy.
Of sanguine temperament by every sign,
He loved to dip his morning bread in wine.
A pleasing live was the custom he'd won,
For he was Epicurus' very son,
That held opinion that plain and pure delight
Was true happiness, perfect and right.
A householder, and that a great, was he;
Saint Julian he was in his own country.
His bread, his ale were always good and fine;
No man had cellars better stocked with wine.
His house was never short of food and pies
Of fish and flesh, and these in large supplies
It seemed to snow therein both food and drink
Of every dainty that a man could think.
According to the various seasons of the year
He changed lunch and changed his supper.
Very many fattened partridges he kept in a mew,
And many a bream and pike in fish-pond too.
Woe to his cook, unless the sauces were
Poignant and sharp, and ready all his gear.
His dining table, waiting in his hall, I say,
Stood ready covered throughout the whole day.
At county sessions he was lord and sire,
And often acted as a knight of shire.
A dagger and a purse all of silk
Hung at his belt, white as morning milk.
He had been sheriff and been tax auditor;
There was nowhere such a worthy vavaso
His beard was as white as a daisy petal beard .

His fathers name is Epicurus.

He was a really good house keeper, no man had a better supply of food and wine in their house.

He would change his meals with the seasons and kept birds in coops and ponds with fish.

He would treat his cook bad if the food wasn’t good and the table was ready.

Member of the shire and carried a dagger and a purse of silk on his belt.

Used to be a sheriff and tax auditor
I think Chaucer likes this character because he seems like a trust worthy man and he talks
very greatly of him. Franklin also used to be a sheriff and a tax auditor and usually those
people are important people in a society. He lives in a nice house and talks about how wealthy
he is.