| "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." |   
 | 
 | "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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