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¶ Seignours e dames, ore escotez — Ce qe vous dirroi l’entendez! Quy le vodre entendre Grant bien il purra aprendre. A comencement de ma resoun, De femmes froy mon sermoun. Si, vous dirra en escripture De lor bounté e de lur nature.    Molt lur avyent bel aventure. Quar Dieu les fist par grant cure — Le noun de femme lur dona Pur sa mere, qe taunt ama. E pus les fist bones e pleynes de bounté, E beles sauntz iniquité. Avenauntes sunt, e de bele porture, Bien afeytés e de grant mesure. D’amer gent est lur nature, De fere eux joie e enveysure.    Femme est la plus douce rien Qe unqe fist Dieu — ce di je bien! Tous les espieces de cest mount Ne sunt si douces come femmes sunt — Gyngyvre, sucre, ne lycorys, Ne tous les espieces de Paris, Certes, galingal ne mas N’est vaillaunt a femme un pygas! De femme plus savoure un beiser Qe plein poyn de lorer.    Eles sunt gentiles a demesure — Greeles, bien fetes par la seinture — E tous jours sunt de bele chere Devaunt la gent e derere. En eux ne trovera um taunt ne quant Fors grant joie e bel semblaunt, E reheitent gent ov bele enveysure.    De folie fere n’en ount cure: Ja ne verrez femme foleier Ne fust de honme le bel parler. Ja ne freit ele folement Ne fust de honme l’enchauntement, Mes tous jours remeindreint virgines. De netteté fuissent totes pleynes, Mes um les bosoigne tous jours, Pur aver de eux lur amours. E ensi, par grant priere, Receyvent sovent encombrere.    Qui a eux mesfet ou mesdit, Ja ne serrount ov Die eslit. Ja Dieu ne eyme qe femme het, Quar nulle enchesoun trover set. N’est clerc taunt aparceyvaunt, Ne nul autre taunt vaillaunt, Qe femmes vueillent blamer Ne rien countre eux desputer, S’il ne soit de vileyne nacioun; Pur ce, ne dient si bien noun.    Grant amour a ly attret Cely qe honour a femme fet. Ly gentil ne les despyt Ne vileynie de femme dit. Dieu ayme femmes bonement Ataunt com il fet la gent Pur sa douce mere Marie, Par qy recovri est la vie. Dount chescun doit honorer E femmes sur tous preyser. Dieu les fist par grant leysir Pur servyr gentz a pleysyr.    Pur ce, les doit um loer E en nul point despiser, Car de femmes sunt gent estret E suef nory de lur let. Roys, countz, e barouns, Evesques, freres que fount sermounz, Prestres, moygnes, e abbés, De femmes sunt engendrez. Par femme est le siecle sustenu, Molt avauncé e molt cru.    Si femmes nu fuissent, verroiment, Cest siecle ne vaudra nyent. Ja ne fust il lee en cuer Que ne savoit femme amer. Qy a femme fet vyleynie, Dieu ly doynt male vie! Femme est la plus preciouse chose Que le mound ad enclose. Je aym femme sour tote rien, Car yl me ount fet grant bien. Je ay femme ov le cors gent! De mon cuer lur faz present. De femmes vienent les pruesses, Les honeurs e le hautesses, Tote bounté e drywerye!    Dount, m’est avis, qu’il fet folye Qe de eux se fet hayer — Ja ne ly verrez bien chever. Ceux qe a femmes mesdirrount Ja bon fyn ne averount. Nul honme deit de eux mentyr S’il ne duissent mort soffryr. Certes pur rien qe femme fra Peyne d’enfern ne verra, Quar Dieu lur ad doné le doun Qe eles ne verront si bien noun.    N’est honme qe soit de femme neez Qe tous siet dire lur bountez. Je n’ai mie dit le centisme part, Mes molt les lowe matin e tart. Ne say dyre ne penser La grant bounté de lur cuer, Mes a Dieu les comaund, femmes beles!      Ensement, totes puceles E totes femmes qe sunt nees A Dieu soient comaundeez!

¶ Lords and ladies, now listen — Hearken to what I’ll tell you! He who wishes to comprehend it Can learn something very fine. To begin my argument, I’ll make my sermon about women. Indeed, it will inform you in writing About their goodness and their nature.    Greatly does good fortune befall them, For God made them with much care — The name of femme [fame] he gave them For his mother’s sake, whom he greatly loved. And then he made them virtuous and full of goodness,    And beautiful without wickedness. Welcoming they are, and of pleasing deportment, Well formed and of excellent figure. To love men is their nature, So as to give them joy and gladness.    Woman is the sweetest thing That God ever made — this I affirm! All the spices of this world Aren’t as sweet as women are — Not ginger, sugar, nor licorice, Nor all the spices of Paris, Indeed, not galingale nor mace Is worth a thing compared to woman! One kiss from a woman is more delicious Than a hand filled with laurel.    They are elegant beyond measure — Slender, well-made around the waist — And always they’re amiable Toward people and behind their backs. In them one won’t find anything at all Except profound joy and lovely appearance, And they refresh men with pleasant mirth.    They take care not to be foolish: You’ll never see a woman be a fool Were it not for the sweet speech of men. She’d never act foolish Were it not for men’s enchantment, But always they’d remain virgins. Of purity they’d be filled entirely, Were it not that men always woo them, To have from them their love. And thus, because of grand pleading, They often receive encumbrance.    Whoever harms or slanders them, He’ll never be chosen by God. God never loves the man who hates woman, No matter what reason he can produce. There’s no clerk so shrewd, Nor any other so worthy, Who would want to blame women Nor argue anything against them, Unless he be of base lineage. Because of this, they say nothing but good.    By profound love she’s attracted to He who gives honor to woman. The noble man doesn’t despise them Or say base things about woman. God loves women as graciously As he does men For the sake of his sweet mother Mary, By whom life is recovered. Therefore each man ought to honor And value women above all. God made them in a leisurely fashion In order to serve men’s pleasure.    For this reason, one ought to praise them And in no way despise them, For from women are men birthed And gently nourished with their milk. Kings, counts, and barons, Bishops, friars who make sermons, Priests, monks, and abbots, By women are conceived. By woman is the world sustained, Greatly advanced and greatly increased.    If woman didn’t exist, truly, This world would be worth nothing. Never would he be happy of heart Unless he knew how to love a woman. He who acts basely toward a woman, May God give him a difficult life! Woman is the most precious thing That the world has within it. I love women above all things, For they’ve done me great good. I have a woman with an elegant body! I make them a gift of my heart. From women come noble deeds, Honors and glories, All goodness and affection!    Thus, in my opinion, he commits folly Who makes himself hated by them — Never shall you see him finish well. Those who slander women Shall never have a good end. No man should lie about them Lest he be made to suffer death. Indeed, for nothing that a woman does Shall she ever see the pain of hell, For God has given them the gift Of perceiving only what is good.    There’s no man born of woman Who can tell all their goodness. I’ve not said even the hundredth part, Though I highly praise them morn and eve. I know not how to say or conceive The deep goodness of their hearts, But to God I commend them, lovely women! Likewise, may all maidens And all women alive Be commended to God!

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