“Then is,” quoth he, “nothing may me displease, Save one thing pricketh in my conscience, The which I will rehearse in your presénce. I have,” quoth he, “heard said, full yore 2845 ago, There may no man have perfect blisses two, This is to say, on earth and eke in heaven. For though he keep him from the sinnës seven, And eke from every branch of thilkë tree, 2846 Yet is there so perfect felicity, And so great ease and lust, 2847 in marriáge, That ev’r I am aghast, 2848 now in mine age That I shall head now so merry a life, So delicate, withoutë woe or strife, That I shall have mine heav’n on earthë here. For since that very heav’n is bought so dear, With tribulatión and great penánce, How should I then, living in such pleasánce