The goute let her nothing for to dance, Nor apoplexy shente not her head. Repletion her made never sick Attemper diet was all her physic, And exercise, and hearte's suffisance. No dainty morsel passed through her throat Her diet was accordant to her cote. Full sooty was her bow'r, and eke her hall, In which she ate full many a slender meal. Three large sowes had she, and no mo' Three kine, and eke a sheep that highte Mall. By husbandry of such as God her sent, She found herself, and eke her daughters two. This widow, of which I telle you my tale, Since thilke day that she was last a wife, In patience led a full simple life, For little was her chattel and her rent. A poor widow, somedeal y-stept in age, Was whilom dwelling in a poor cottage, Beside a grove, standing in a dale.
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