Where he pourtreieth hire ymage:

In which nature hadde alle grace

So that it myhte noght be bet; 4880

And hou hir yelwe her was tresced

And hou sche spak, and hou sche wroghte,

And hou sche wepte, al this he thoghte,

That in the word nor in the dede

Hire lacketh noght of wommanhiede.