The Canterbury Tales

by: Geoffrey Chaucer

The Wife of Bath’s Prologue

1

But me was toold, certeyn, nat longe agoon is, That sith that Crist newente nevere but onis To weddyng, in the Cane of Galilee, That by the same ensample taught he me That I ne sholde wedded be but ones.

2

Ye herde I nevere tellen in myn age Upon this nombre diffinicioun. Men may devyne and glosen, up and doun, But wel I woot, expres, withoute lye, God bad us for to wexe and multiplye[.]

3

But I seye noght that every wight is holde, That hath swich harneys as I to yow tolde, to goon and usen hem in engendrure. Thanne sholde men take of chastitee no cure.