+And namely of wyfhood the livinge, 545 +And alle the boundes that she oghte kepe; +Thy litel wit was thilke tyme a-slepe. +But now I charge thee, upon thy lyf, +That in thy Legend thou make of this wyf, Whan thou hast other smale y-maad before; 550 +And fare now wel, I charge thee no more. *'But er I go, thus muche I wol thee telle, *Ne shal no trewe lover come in helle. *Thise other ladies sittinge here arowe *Ben in thy balade, if thou canst hem knowe, 555 *And in thy bokes alle thou shalt hem finde; *Have hem now in thy Legend alle in minde, *I mene of hem that been in thy knowinge. *For heer ben twenty thousand mo sittinge *Than thou knowest, that been good wommen alle 560 *And trewe of love, for aught that may befalle; *Make the metres of hem as thee leste. *I mot gon hoom, the sonne draweth weste, *To Paradys, with al this companye; *And serve alwey the fresshe dayesye. 565 +'At Cleopatre I wol that thou beginne; +And so forth; and my love so shalt thou winne. *For lat see now what man that lover be, *Wol doon so strong a peyne for love as she. *I wot wel that thou mayst nat al hit ryme, 570 *That swiche lovers diden in hir tyme; *It were to long to reden and to here; *Suffyceth me, thou make in this manere, *That thou reherce of al hir lyf the grete, *After thise olde auctours listen to trete. 575 *For who-so shal so many a storie telle, *Sey shortly, or he shal to longe dwelle.' And with that word my bokes gan I take, +And right thus on my Legend gan I make.