237   Of clothyng, er she bought hir newe,
238   Al were it bad of woll and hewe.
239   This avarice hilde in hir hande
240   A purs, that henge by a bande;
241   And that she hidde and bonde so strong,
242   Men must abyde wondir long
243   Out of that purs er ther come ought,
244   ffor that ne cometh not in hir thought;
245   It was not, certein, hir entent
246   That fro that purs a peny went.
247   And by that ymage, nygh ynough,
248   Was peynted envye, that never lough,
249   Nor never wel in hir herte farede
250   But if she outher saugh or herede
251   Som gret myschaunce, or gret disese.
252   No thyng may so moch hir plese
253   As myschef and mysaventure;
254   Or whan she seeth discomfiture
255   Upon ony worthy man falle,
256   Than likith hir wel withalle.
257   She is ful glade in hir corage,
258   If she se any grete lynage
259   Be brought to nought in shynful wise.
260   And if a man in honour rise,