Her fillet broad of silk, and set full high: And sickerly 963 she had a likerous 964 eye. Full small y-pulled were her browës two, And they were bent, 965 and black as any sloe. She was well more blissful on to see 966 Than is the newë perjenetë 967 tree; And softer than the wool is of a wether. And by her girdle hung a purse of leather, Tassel’d with silk, and pearlëd with latoun. 968 In all this world to seeken up and down There is no man so wise, that coudë thenche 969 So gay a popelot, 970