In my tale, for pure fere

1210

Lest my wordes mis-set were.

With sorweful herte, and woundes dede,

Softe and quaking for pure drede

And shame, and stinting in my tale

For ferde, and myn hewe al pale,

1215

Ful ofte I wex bothe pale and reed;

Bowing to hir, I heng the heed;