The Canterbury Tales: The Wife of Bath's Prologue
Under that colour hadde I many a mirthe,
For al swich wit is yeven us in our birthe.
Deceite, weping, spinning God hath yive
To wommen kindely whyl they may live.
One of us two moste bowen, doutelees,
And sith a man is more resonable
Than womman is, ye moste been suffrable.
In wommen vinolent is no defence,
This knowen lecchours by experience.