"But than a cherl, foule him bityde! Bisyde the roses gan him hyde..."
"But than a cherl, foule him bityde! Bisyde the roses gan him hyde, To kepe the roses of that roser, Of whom the name was Daunger. This cherl was hid there in the greves, Covered with grasse and with leves, To spye and take whom that he fond Unto that roser putte an hond. He was not sole, for ther was mo; For with him were other two Of wikkid maners, and yvel fame. That oon was clepid, by his name, Wikked-Tonge, God yeve him sorwe! For neither at eve, ne at morwe, He can of no man no good speke; On many a just man doth he wreke. Ther was a womman eek, that hight Shame, that, who can reken right, Trespas was hir fadir name, Hir moder Resoun; and thus was Shame On lyve brought of these ilk two. And yit had Trespas never ado With Resoun, ne never ley hir by, He was so hidous and ugly, I mene, this that Trespas hight; But Resoun conceyveth, of a sight, Shame, of that I spak aforn." (p. 273)