But ever follow’d mine own appetite, All 1964 were he short, or long, or black, or white, I took no keep, 1965 so that he liked me, How poor he was, neither of what degree.] What should I say? but that at the month’s end This jolly clerk Jenkin, that was so hend, 1966 Had wedded me with great solemnity, And to him gave I all the land and fee That ever was me given therebefore: But afterward repented me full sore. He wouldë suffer nothing of my list. 1967 By God, he smote me onës with his fist, For that I rent out of his book a leaf, That of the stroke mine earë wax’d all deaf. Stubborn I was, as is a lioness, And of my tongue a very jangleress, 1968 And walk I would, as I had done beforn,