But, lord Christ, when that it rememb’reth me Upon my youth, and on my jollity, It tickleth me about mine heartë-root; Unto this day it doth mine heartë boot, 1920 That I have had my world as in my time. But age, alas! that all will envenime, 1921 Hath me bereft my beauty and my pith: 1922 Let go; farewell; the devil go therewith. The flour is gon, there is no more to tell, The bran, as I best may, now must I sell. But yet to be right merry will I fand. 1923 Now forth to tell you of my fourth husband, I say, I in my heart had great despite, That he of any other had delight; But he was quit, 1924 by God and by Saint Joce: 1925 I made for him of the same wood a cross; Not of my body in no foul mannére,