“But let us speak of mirth, and stint 4352 all this; Madamë Partelote, so have I bliss, Of one thing God hath sent me largë 4353 grace; For when I see the beauty of your face, Ye be so scarlet-hued about your eyen, I maketh all my dreadë for to dien, For, all so sicker 4354 as In principio, 4355 Mulier est hominis confusio. 4356 (Madam, the sentence 4357 of this Latin is, Woman is mannë’s joy and mannë’s bliss.) For when I feel at night your softë side⁠— Albeit that I may not on you ride, For that our perch is made so narrow, alas!⁠—