And For To See, And Eek For

Forbid Us Something, And That Thing We Desire.

Thus With Hir Fader For A Certeyn Space Dwelleth This Flour Of Wyfly Pacience, That Neither By Hir Wordes Ne Hir Face Biforn The Folk, Ne Eek In Her Absence, Ne Shewed She That Hir Was Doon Offence.

And Then The Wren Gan Scippen And To Daunce.

Thou Shalt Make Castels Thanne In Spayne And Dreme Of Joye, All But In Vayne.

'my Lige Lady, Generally,' Quod He, 'wommen Desyren To Have Sovereyntee As Well Over Hir Housbond As Hir Love.'