�Said Aynuck to Ayli: �Ar, Aynuck. Yo�m roight: �
�alf a loaf am better than nun.��
Proverbial
�"Abyde!" quod she, "my tale is nat bigonne.�
The Prologe of the Wyves Tale of Bathe
Doh yo loff ar kid: er�s got a roight gob on �er
�as ar missus, Alisoun. When �er�s kaylied, �er�s ollers
a-gooen on bart this, bart that, �n th�other,
�er kisser maken maygrims, bosted like a bag
e owd scrombled gamgee, �n with �er donnies
full e me dosh, the noggin� yedded bint.
�Arl give yo a thrapen�, �er sez, �if yo doh get
out th�ouse: yo�m just a fat tonky, sitten �ere
wi� that bloody wammel. Every day yo�m wuss
than yo was bef�er: yo�m yampy, yo am! Yo never
werrit, yo jest get yesen sot at wum in yower chair�.
�N ar sez to �er: �Doh goo on, yer saft bitch!
Next wik ar wo be �ere -- ar�ll be outer �ere, an �yo
wo be able to lamp orl that tat down yower cake�ole
like when ar�m �ere: yo c�n gi�e it sum �ommer, then wench.
Doh yo think ar doh no? Yo an� yower bit o�stuff?
Y�om onny a tekker � arm summat te put in yower puss.
Yo�d better stick some wood in �ole bef�er yo goo out
� an tek that mewlen babby wie yer: it�s yowern, ay it?,
ar sez; an �er, �er just looks at me an� then �ersen
in the merra, an starts �er blarten. An me? Ar jes sot there;
ar day say owt, ar jes sot with me yed ketcht in me �onds.