Nay! nay! ȝet God fforbede,
That I xuld do that vegeabyl dede,
But if I wyst wel qwy.
I knew never with here, so God me spede,
Tokyn of thynge in word nor dede
That towchyd velany.
Nevyr-the-les what for-thy,
Thow she be meke and mylde,
Withowith mannys company
She myght not be with childe.