Ful swetely herde he confessioun,
And plesaunt was his absolucioun.
(=Very kindly he heard confession / And he was pleasant in absolution.)
The Friar heard confessions in a nice, friendly manner. This might sound good for someone wanting to confess, but it could well endanger their soul later, if they weren’t fully contrite, or if they repeat the offence. There wasn’t an app for it, at the time.
A common criticism of medieval Friars was that they got rich from the people whose souls they put at risk with easy confessions. This guy was clearly one of them.
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