Of which I can nought tellen no [scripture];
1370
But wel I woot a broche, gold and asure,
In whiche a ruby set was lyk an herte,
Criseyde him yaf, and stak it on his sherte.
197. Lord! trowe ye, a coveitous, a wrecche,
That blameth love and [holt] of it despyt,
1375
That, [of tho pens] that he can mokre and kecche,
Was ever yet y-yeve him swich delyt,