When that the month in which the world began, That hightë March, when God first maked man, Was cómplete, and y-passed were also, Sincë March ended, thirty days and two, Befell that Chanticleer in all his pride, His seven wivës walking him beside, Cast up his eyen to the brightë sun, That in the sign of Taurus had y-run Twenty degrees and one, and somewhat more; He knew by kind, 4359 and by none other lore, 4360 That it was prime, and crew with blissful steven. 4361 “The sun,” he said, “is clomben up in heaven Twenty degrees and one, and more y-wis. 4362 Madamë Partelote, my worldë’s bliss, Hearken these blissful birdës how they sing, And see the freshë flowers how they spring; Full is mine heart of revel and solace.” But suddenly him fell a sorrowful case; 4363