Press on us fast, and thennë will we flee. With danger 1932 utter we all our chaffare; 1933 Great press at market maketh dearë ware, And too great cheap is held at little price; This knoweth every woman that is wise. My fifthë husband, God his soulë bless, Which that I took for love and no richéss, He some time was a clerk of Oxenford, 1934 And had left school, and went at home to board With my gossip, dwelling in ourë town: God have her soul, her name was Alisoun. She knew my heart, and all my privity, Bet than our parish priest, so may I thé. 1935 To her betrayed I my counsel all; For had my husband pissed on a wall, Or done a thing that should have cost his life, To her, and to another worthy wife, And to my niece, which that I loved well, I would have told his counsel every deal.