                                      1380
                                CANTERBURY TALES
                                    EPILOGUE
                             TO THE MERCHANT'S TALE
                              by Geoffrey Chaucer

  Eh! By God's mercy!" cried our host. Said he:
  "Now such a wife I pray God keep from me!
  Behold what tricks, and lo, what subtleties
  In women are. For always busy as bees
  Are they, us simple men thus to deceive,
  And from the truth they turn aside and leave;
  By this same merchant's tale it's proved, I feel,
  But, beyond doubt, as true as any steel
  I have a wife, though poor enough she be;
  But of her tongue a babbling shrew is she,
  And she's a lot of other vices too.
  No matter, though, with this we've naught to do.
  But know you what? In secret, be it said,
  I am sore sorry that to her I'm wed.
  For if I should up-reckon every vice
  The woman has, I'd be a fool too nice,
  And why? Because it should reported be
  And told her by some of this company;
  Who'd be the ones, I need not now declare,
  Since women know the traffic in such ware;
  Besides, my wit suffices not thereto
  To tell it all; wherefore my tale is through."


               HERE ENDS THE EPILOGUE
