For he will come, without calling, anon,
While times enduren of tranquillity,
Usen we freely our felicity;
For, when approachen the stormy stowres,
We must with our shoulders bear off the sharp showers;
And, sooth to sayn, nought seemeth sike strife,
That shepheards so witen each other's life,
And layen their faults the worlds beforn,
The while their foes do each of them scorn.
Let none mislike of that may not be mended;