Fair was this youngë wife, and therewithal As any weasel her body gent 955 and small. A seint 956 she weared, barred all of silk, A barm-cloth 957 eke as white as morning milk Upon her lendës, 958 full of many a gore. 959 White was her smock, 960 and broider’d all before, And eke behind, on her collar about Of coal-black silk, within and eke without. The tapës 961 of her whitë volupere 962 Were of the samë suit of her collére;