L’en deit, ki puet, le mal changer,
Pur milz aveir le pis laissier,
Faire saveir, gurpir folie,
Car co n’est pas novelerie,
Ki change pur sei amender
U pur sei de mal us oster;
Mais maint en sun cuer sovent change
Et quide troveir en l’estrange
Ce qu’il ne puet en sun prive:
Ce lui diverse sun pense;
Co qu’il n’ont volent assaier
Et en apres lor apaier.
E les dames faire le solent:
Laissent co qu’unt pur co que volent;
Asaient cum poent venir
A lor voleir, a lor desir.
Ne sai certes que jo en die,
Mais trop aiment novelerie
Homes et femmes ensement,
Car trop par changent lor talent
E lor desir e lor voleir
Cuntre raisun, cuntre poeir. (Tristran, lines 328–49)
[If possible, a man ought to exchange the bad,
forsake what is worse for what is better,
act wisely and abandon foolish ways,
for there is no fckleness involved
in changing so as to better oneself
or in order to escape from wicked ways.
Yet many have a change of heart,
who think to fnd in others
what they cannot fnd in themselves;
this sets their minds on diferent paths.
Tey want to try out what they have not
and seek to add it to what they have.
And this is what ladies commonly do,
they leave what they have for what they fancy,
seeking to fnd a way
to attain their wish and their desire.
In truth, what can I say,
except that men and women equally
are too attracted by novelty,
for they are too inclined to change their minds,
their desires and their wishes,
impossibly, and against all reason.]