shal lette , of youre sauaciou So that ye vse , as skile is and resou The lustes of your wyf attemprely And þt ye plese hir nat to amorously And þt ye kepe yow eek , from oother synne
been Inne For in Actes , we mowe do no synne A man , may do no synne wt his wyf Ne hurte hym seluen , wt his owene knyf For we han leue , to pleye vs by the
þt hym leste he it vnshette And whan he wolde , paye his wyf hir dette In Somer sesou , thider wolde he go And May his wyf , and no wight but they two And thynges , whiche þt
pitously And ther with al , the fyr of Ialousie Lest þt his wyf , sholde falle in swich folye So brente his herte , that he wolde fayn That som man , bothe hym hir had slayn For neither
But on his wyf , his thoght was eueremo Vp to the tree , he caste hise eyen two And saugh þt Damyan , his wyf had dressed In swich manere , it may nat been experssed But if I
That on a day , this hende Nicholas Fil with this yonge wyf , to rage and pleye Whil that hir housbonde was at Oseneye As clerkes , been ful subtile , and ful queynte And priuely , he caughte
out of his mynde , his housbondrie What whilk , way is he geen , he gan to crie The wyf cam lepynge Inward with a ren She seyde allas , youre hors goth to the fen With wilde mares
were , on the quakke , or on the pose To bedde he goth , and with hym goth his wyf As any Iay , she light was and Iolyf So was hir ioly whistle wel y wet The Cradel
wolde han caught a sleepe With Inne a while , this Iohn the clerk vp leepe And on this goode wyf , he leith on soore So myrie a fit hadde she nat ful yoore He priketh harde and soore
they sholde hem hye So þt men myghte dyne , and that anon Vp to hir housbonde , is this wyf ygon And knokketh , at his Countour boldely Who ther ; quod he , Peter it am I .
my lord daun Iohn , was come agayn And shortly , right to the point for to gon This faire wyf acorded with daun Iohn That for thise hundred frankes , he sholde al nyght Haue hir in hise Armes
man , and she wol come anon Ey maister , wel come be ye , by seint Iohn Seyde this wyf , how fare ye hertely ; The frere ariseth vp ful curteisly And hir embraceth in his Armes narwe
sey nat this , by wyues þt been wyse But if it be , whan they hem mysauyse A wys wyf , if that she kan hir good Shal bere hym on hond , the Cow is wood And take
enquere or spyen I trowe , thou woldest loke me in thy chiste Thou sholdest seye , wyf go wher thee liste Taak youre disport I wol leue no talys I knowe yow , for a trewe wyf Dame Alys
parables to But if a sely wyf , be oon of tho Thou liknest wommenes loue to helle To bareyne lond , ther water may nat dwelle Thou liknest it also , to wilde fyr The moore it brenneth ,
, hadde geten vn to me By maistrie , al the soueraynetee And that he seyde , myn owene trewe wyf , Do as thee lust to terme of al thy lyf , Keep thyn honour , and keepe eek
þt we bileeue In wilful pouerte , chees to lyue his lyf And certes , euery man , mayden or wyf , May vnderstonde , that Ihūs heuene kyng Ne wolde nat chesen vicious lyuyng Glad pouerte , is an
worth a lek Vp on hise bare kneis oghte al his lyf Thankyn his god that hȳ hath sent a wyf Or ellys preye to god hȳ for to synde A wif to laste vn to his lyuys ende For
lecherye vilenyee , The forte is forsothe dedly synne Thāne schal we vndyrstonde that for thre thyngis a man his wyf fleschly moū assēble The fyrste is in entent of engenderure of childeryn to the seruyse of good , for
reconsyled As by here semblaunt , to his loue in to hise grace , Thanne by the conseyl of his wyf Prudence ; this Mellibeus leet callyn a gret congre gacioun , of folk , Salomon seith werke alle thȳ