Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken, <br />Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken; <br />Like as a lyttel deere you ben y-hiding <br />Whenas come lovers with theyre pityse chiding. <br />Sothly it ben faire to give up your moder <br />For to beare swete company with some oder; <br />Your moder ben well enow so farre shee goeth, <br />But that ben not farre enow, God knoweth; <br />Wherefore it ben sayed that foolysh ladyes <br />That marrye not shall leade an aype in Hadys; <br />But all that do with gode men wed full quicklye <br />When that they be on dead go to ye seints full sickerly.<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-paraphrase-by-chaucer/
