| "But God woot," quod this senatour also, |
| "So vertuous a lyvere in my lyf |
1025 | Ne saugh I nevere as she, ne herde of mo |
| Of worldly wommen, mayde, ne of wyf; |
| I dar wel seyn, hir hadde levere a knyf |
| Thurghout hir brest, than ben a womman wikke, |
| There is no man koude brynge hir to that prikke." |
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| "But God knows," said this senator, as well, |
| "So virtuous a liver, in my life |
1025 | I never saw, as she is, nor heard tell |
| Of earthly woman, maiden, no nor wife. |
| I dare say, she would rather have a knife |
| Thrust through her breast than play a female trick; |
| There is no man could bring her to the prick." |
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