God woot, they toke of that ful litel keep,
But lest this night, that was to hem so dere,
Ne sholde in veyn escape in no manere,
It was biset in Ioye and bisinesse
Of al that souneth in-to gentilnesse.
1415
203. But whan the cok, [comune astrologer],
Gan on his brest to bete, and after crowe,
And [Lucifer], the dayes messager,
Gan for to ryse, and out hir bemes throwe;