I will you tell a little tale in prose, To knit up all this feast, and make an end. And Jesus for his gracë wit me send To shewë you the way, in this voyáge, Of thilkë perfect glorious pilgrimage, 5042 That hight Jerusalem celestiál. And if ye vouchësafe, anon I shall Begin upon my tale, for which I pray Tell your advice, 5043 I can no better say. But natheless this meditatión I put it aye under correctión Of clerkës, 5044 for I am not textuel; I take but the senténcë, 5045 trust me well. Therefore I make a protestatión, That I will standë to correctión.”