That wolde have fish; but wostow what?
1785
He wolde no-thing wete his clowes.
Yvel thrift come on your Iowes,
And eek on myn, if I hit graunte,
Or do yow favour, yow to avaunte!
Thou Eolus, thou king of Trace!
(700) 1790
Go, blow this folk a sory grace,'
Quod she, 'anoon; and wostow how?