Bicause the archer was so nere.
For evermore gladly, as I rede,
1820
Brent child of fyr hath muche drede.
And, certis yit, for al my peyne,
Though that I sigh yit arwis reyne,
And grounde quarels sharpe of stele,
Ne for no payne that I might fele,
1825
Yit might I not my-silf withholde