. Tales from the old French. acked not for shirt orhose; I kept them even till death, andbore them to holy church: and now Iknow not if I did wisely. Furthermore,I made true confession, and received yourbody with due rites; and we are toldthat to the man who so dies God forgivethhis sins. Well know you if I speak thetruth. I entered in and was not denied,and now I am here, why go hence ? Wereit so, you would gainsay your word, forsurely you have declared that whoso en-tereth here goeth not out again; andyou would never lie because of , saith the Lord, I grant it. 129 Of (6^ You have ma
. Tales from the old French. acked not for shirt orhose; I kept them even till death, andbore them to holy church: and now Iknow not if I did wisely. Furthermore,I made true confession, and received yourbody with due rites; and we are toldthat to the man who so dies God forgivethhis sins. Well know you if I speak thetruth. I entered in and was not denied,and now I am here, why go hence ? Wereit so, you would gainsay your word, forsurely you have declared that whoso en-tereth here goeth not out again; andyou would never lie because of , saith the Lord, I grant it. 129 Of (6^ You have made good your case against jvfi o Paradise, and have won it by debate. g, . You were brought up in a good school;90 won jgady of tongue are you, and know right ^iaxn^ well how to turn a tale. bi0^ The countryman saith in proverb that many a man who hath sought wrong hathwon it by argument; wit hath falsifiedjustice, and falsity hath conquered na-ture; wrong goeth before and right fall-eth behind. Wit is mightier than HIS tale is set in *«gwriting to portray ^^^,and call to remeni brance the worth, (P^^f^^tgentleness and hon-our that can bedrawn from wom-en; for well shouldwe hold in mind thevirtues that may be seen in them. Rightsorry am I, and much it irketh me thatthey are not exalted and praised of allmen to the height of their deserts. God!if but their hearts were sound and stead-fast, strong and true, there were in allthe world no treasure like unto is great loss and great pity that theytake not more heed to themselves; at thelightest breath a woman will change andshift and vary; her heart seemeth a veryweather cock, for oft it chances that ina little space her spirit changeth morequickly than the storm wind. Now in that I have been commandedto that I have set my hand, I will notleave It for dread of faithless cowards whoenvy those whose hearts are brave and 131 1^ valiant, nor fail to run my race out, to make me known and win me fame. Inthe lay of the Gray
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