The Canterbury Tales: The Wife of Bath's Prologue
But al for noght; I sette noght an hawe
Of his proverbes n'of his olde sawe,
Ne I wolde nat of him corrected be.
I hate him that my vices telleth me,
And so do mo, God woot, of us, than I.
This made him with me wood al outrely:
I nolde nat forbere him in no cas.
Who peyntede the leoun, tell me, who?
We fille acorded by us selven two.
He yaf me al the brydel in myn hond,
To han the governance of hous and lond,
And of his tonge and of his hond also;
And made him brenne his book anon right tho.