The nesh yonge coweslip bendethe wyth the dewe.
On a nygth, as this creatur lay in hir bedde wyth hir husbond, sche herd a sownd of melodye so swet and delectable, hir thowt, as sche had ben in paradyse. And therwyth sche styrt owt of hir bedde and seyd, "Alas, that evyr I dede synne, it is ful mery in hevyn."margery kempe
"Sye," he seyd, "be the same hatte I can knowe yf my wyfe be badde To me by eny other man; If my floures ouver fade or falle, Then doth my wyfe me wrong wyth alle As many a woman can."