Then would he say right thus withoutë doubt: “ Whoso that buildeth his house all of sallows, 1975 And pricketh his blind horse over the fallows, And suff’reth his wife to go seekë hallows, 1976 Is worthy to be hanged on the gallows. ” But all for nought; I settë not a haw 1977 Of his provérbs, nor of his oldë saw; Nor would I not of him corrected be. I hate them that my vices tellë me, And so do more of us (God wot) than I. This made him wood 1978 with me all utterly; I wouldë not forbear 1979 him in no case. Now will I say you sooth, by Saint Thomas, Why that I rent out of his book a leaf, For which he smote me, so that I was deaf.