I wol persevere; I nam nat precius.
In wyfhod I wol use myn instrument
As frely as my Makere hath it sent.
If I be niggardly, God yeve me sorwe!
Myn housbonde shal it have bothe eve and morwe,
Whan hym come forth and paye his dette.
An housbonde I wol have,
Which shal be bothe my dettour and my slave.
Upon hym whil that I am his wyf,
I have the power durynge al my lyf.
Hym shal be prisouner of myn queynte devys.