The Canterbury Tales: The Wife of Bath's Prologue
For winning wolde I al his lust endure,
And make me a feyned appetyt –
And yet in bacon hadde I nevere delyt.
But, Lord Christ! whan that it remembreth me Upon my yowthe, and on my jolitee,
It tikleth me aboute myn herte rote.
Unto this day it dooth myn herte bote
That I have had my world as in my tyme.
But age, allas, that al wole envenyme,
Hath me biraft my beautee and my pith!
Lat go, farewel, the devel go therwith! (480-482)