OUR VERNACULAR IN CHAUCER’S TIME.
But rede that boweth down for every blaste
Ful lyghtly cesse wynde, it wol aryse
But so nyle not an oke, when it is caste
It nedeth me nought longe the forvyse
Men shall reioysen of a great emprise
Atchewed wel and stant withouten dout
Al haue men ben the longer there about.—Troylus, ii.