Till we be dead, or ellës that we play A pilgrimage, or go out of the way. And therefore have I great necessity Upon this quaint 3745 world to advisë 3746 me. For evermorë must we stand in dread Of hap and fortune in our chapmanhead. 3747 To Flanders will I go to-morrow at day, And come again as soon as e’er I may: For which, my dearë wife, I thee beseek As be to every wight buxom 3748 and meek, And for to keep our good be curious, And honestly governë well our house. Thou hast enough, in every manner wise, That to a thrifty household may suffice. Thee lacketh none array, nor no vitail; Of silver in thy purse thou shalt not fail.”