So muche to do, so lytel time

My fair readeres, nowe Þat ich be retorned from the KYNGES court, I know not what to do firste. This smale blogge already hað waxed such Þat I oft fynde it aldermost in my thottes. For I cannot abyde the many smale and grosse assautes upon mine name that I receyve each daye from my tormentores, who do seme egged on by Maistre Geofroi Chaucere. And ywis I have many observationes Þatte I wisshe to share. And eek...there be so manye thinges.

So Þatte I may adress these many thynges in some order, and not forget Þem, I do liste them here, in a kynde of ordere. For those that be firsst lie the most heavy on my heved. To wit:

• ich muste devyse a stonge defense against the abhomynable appele that maistre Geoffroy hath mayde, the whiche hað made me yvele apayed and putte me off my chees entyrelye.
  

• I am preparing nowe a counter-apele, for there be another side to that storye that maitre Gefroi doð nat wante yow to here. So, take thatte, Chaucere!
  

• I muste make an apologie to my gentil readeres for mine foule oathe last week. Trewely I be not prone to swich oathes. But I arguwe there be extenuatinge circumstances in thysse case.
  

• I have muche to telle aboute my week-ende with the KYNGE and his compaigneye and the jangles atte his courte.

• I am composynge a newe moral tale for the edificacione of my gentil rederesshipe

• I wisshe to adress the commentynge of my frende Francois Villon, bothe here and eleswhere and to confes that I rede the Frenche tongue like Chaucere pledes against me, which is to saye poorly.
  

Furthermore, I am surfing much on this worlde-wide webbe, tho to me it seme more like I am walwynge from payge to payge, oft withouten eny certaintie thatte the nexte be wyse or a waste. But alredy I have lerned much to bettere the governaunce of mine estate.