Wommen desiren to have sovereynetee

Yblessed be god that I have wedded fyve! Welcome the sixte, whan that evere he shal.

Mordre wol out; that se we day by day.

Love wol nat been constreyned by maistrye.

This noble ensample to his sheep he yaf,

Housbondes at chirche dore she hadde fyve.

Nowher so bisy a man as he ther nas,

And theron heng a brooch of gold ful sheene,

And Frenssh she spak ful faire and fetisly,

And smale foweles maken melodye,