-by Robert Mannyng of Brunne
No thyng is to man so dere
As wommanys love in gode manere.
A gode womman is mannys blyss,
There here love right and stedfast is.
There is no solace under heavene,
Of all that a man may nevene,
That shuld a man do so muche glew
As a gode womman that loveth trew.
Ne dearer is none in Goddys hurde
Than a chaste womman with lovely worde.
(Some hints: nevene means name, glew means gladness, hurde means flock...)