| 740 | To loue hym best of ony creature | |
| | Thogh he nomore hadde than his shert | |
| | And alle was pyte and tender herte | |
| | Here may ye here how excellent fraunchyse | |
| | In women is whan they hem narow auyse | |
| 745 | Som tiraunt ther is as ther be many on | |
| | That hath an herte as hard as ony stoon | |
| | Whiche wolde haue leet hym sterue in the place | |
| | Wel rather than haue grauntid hym grace | |
| | And hem reioysen in her cruel pryde | |
| 750 | And reckid not to be an homicide | |
| | This gentil may fulfilled of al pyte | |
| | Right so of her hond a lettir made she | |
| | In whiche she grauntid of her verry grace | |
| | Ther lackith nought but only day and space | |
| 755 | Where that she myghte to his lust suffyse | |
| | For it shal be right as he wol deuyse | |
| | And whan she saw her tyme vpon aday | |
| | To visite this damyan goth this fresh May | |
| | And subtilly a lettir doun she thriste | |
| | She takith hym by the hond & harde him twiste | |
| | So secretly that noman it wiste | |
| | And bad hym be al hool and forth she went | |
| | To Ianuary whan he for her sent | |
| 765 | Vp risith damyan the nexte morow | |
| | Al passid was his siknes and hissorow | |
| | He kembith hym & proynyth hym & pikith | |
| | He doth al that his lady lust and likith | |
| | And eke to Ianuary he goth as lowe | |
