And sikerly[[56]] she had a likerous[[57]] eye,
Ful smal ypulled[[58]] were hire browës two,
And they were bent and black as any slo,
She was wel morë blisful on to see
Than is the newë perjenetë[[59]] tree,
And softer than the wolle is of a wether.
And by hire girdle heng a purse of lether,
Tasseled with silk and perlëd with latoun,[[60]]
In all this world to seken up and doun
Ther n'is no man so wise that coude thenche[[61]]