188. Of hir delyt, or Ioyes oon the leste
Were impossible to my wit to seye;
But iuggeth, ye that han ben at the feste,
Of swich gladnesse, if that hem liste pleye!
I can no more, but thus thise ilke tweye
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That night, be-twixen dreed and sikernesse,
Felten in love the grete worthinesse.
189. O blisful night, of hem so longe y-sought,
How blithe un-to hem bothe two thou were!