For hym was levere have at his beddes heed Twenty bookes, clad in blak or reed, Of Aristotle and his philosophie, Than robes riche, or fithele, or gay sautrie.

So was hir jolly whistel wel y-wette.

By God, if women had written stories, As clerks had within here oratories, They would have written of men more wickedness Than all the mark of Adam may redress.

Who then may trust the dice, at Fortune's throw?

I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.

But manly set the world on sixe and sevene; And, if thou deye a martir, go to hevene.

Full wise is he that can himselven knowe.