| Geoffrey Chaucer (c. 13401400). The Complete Poetical Works. 1894. | | | | The Canterbury Tales | | Epilogue to the Marchantes Tale |
| | | EY! goddes mercy! seyde our Hoste tho, | |
| Now swich a wyf I pray god kepe me fro! | |
| Lo, whiche sleightes and subtilitees | |
| In wommen been! for ay as bisy as bees | |
| Ben they, us sely men for to deceyve, | 5 |
| And from a sothe ever wol they weyve; | |
| By this Marchauntes Tale it preveth weel. | |
| But doutelees, as trewe as any steel | |
| I have a wyf, though that she povre be; | |
| But of hir tonge a labbing shrewe is she, | 10 |
| And yet she hath an heep of vyces mo; | |
| Ther-of no fors, lat alle swiche thinges go. | |
| But, wite ye what? in conseil be it seyd, | |
| Me reweth sore I am un-to hir teyd. | |
| For, and I sholde rekenen every vyce | 15 |
| Which that she hath, y-wis, I were to nyce, | |
| And cause why; it sholde reported be | |
| And told to hir of somme of this meynee; | |
| Of whom, it nedeth nat for to declare, | |
| Sin wommen connen outen swich chaffare; | 20 |
| And eek my wit suffyseth nat ther-to | |
| To tellen al; wherfor my tale is do. | | | | |
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