But for to speaken of her consciénce, She was so charitable and so pitous, 50 She wouldë weep if that she saw a mouse Caught in a trap, if it were dead or bled. Of smallë houndës had she, that she fed With roasted flesh, and milk, and wastel bread. 51 But sore she wept if one of them were dead, Or if men smote it with a yardë 52 smart: And all was conscience and tender heart. Full seemly her wimple y-pinched was; Her nose tretis; 53 her eyen gray as glass; 54 Her mouth full small, and thereto soft and red; But sickerly she had a fair forehéad. It was almost a spannë broad I trow; For hardily she was not undergrow. 55 Full fetis