The Canterbury Tales: The Miller's Tale
Thy wyf and thouo mote hange fer a-twinne,
For that bitwixe yow shal be no sinne
No more in looking than ther shal in dede.
Withouten wordes mo, they goon to bedde
Ther-as the carpenter is wont to lye.
Ther was the revel and the melodye;
And thus lyth Alison and Nicholas
In bisinesse of mirthe and of solas,
Til that the belle of Laudes gan to ringe,
And freres in the chuancel gonne singe.
This Absoloun doun sette him on his knees,
And seyde, 'I am a lord at alle degrees;
For after this I hope ther cometh more.'