The Canterbury Tales: The Miller's Tale
'Go fro the window, Jakke fool,' she sayde,
'As help me God, it wol nat be 'com pa me.'
I love another, and elles I were to blame,
Wel bet than thee, by Jesu, Absolon!
'Allas,' quod Absolon, 'and weylawey,
That trewe love was evere so yvel biset!
Thanne kisse me, sin it may be no bet,
For Jesus love and for the love of me.'
'Allas!' quod he, 'allas, I ne hadde y-bleynt!'
His hote love was cold and all y-queynt;
For fro that tyme that he had kiste hir ers,
Of paramours he sette nat a kers,
For he was heeled of his maladye
Ful ofte paramours he gan deffye,
And weep as doth a child that is y-bete.