The Canterbury Tales: The Miller's Tale
This carpenter answerde, 'Allas, my wyf!
And shal she drenche? allas, myn Alisoun!'
For sorwe of this he fil almost adoun,
And seyde, 'Is ther no remedie in this cas?'
This sely carpenter biginneth quake;
Him thinketh verraily that he may see
Noes flood come walwing as the see
To drenchen Alisoun, his hony dere.
He wepeth, weyleth, maketh sory chere.
To Alisoun now wol I tellen al
My love-longing, for yet I shal nat misse
That at the leste wey I shal hire kisse.