The Merchant's Epilogue, ll. 1207-1228 (The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer)

From The Canterbury Tales:
The Merchant's Epilogue

	"Ey! Goddes mercy!" seyde oure Hooste tho,
	"Now swich a wyf I pray God kepe me fro!
	Lo, whiche sleightes and subtilitees
1210	In wommen been! for ay as bisy as bees
	Been they, us sely men for to deceyve,
	And from the soothe evere wol they weyve;
	By this marchauntes tale it preveth weel.
	But doutelees, as trewe as any steel
1215	I have a wyf, though that she povre be,
	But of hir tonge, a labbyng shrewe is she,
	And yet she hath an heep of vices mo;
	Therof no fors! Lat alle swiche thynges go.
	But wyte ye what? In conseil be it seyd,
1220	Me reweth soore I am unto hire teyd.
	For, and I sholde rekenen every vice
	Which that she hath, ywis I were to nyce;
	And cause why, it sholde reported by
	And toold to hire of somme of this meynee, -
1225	Of whom, it nedeth nat for to declare,
	Syn wommen konnen outen swich chaffare;
	And eek my with suffiseth nat therto,
	To tellen al, wherfore my tale is do."