A-cursed be thy coming in-to Troye,
For every [bore] hath oon of thy bright yën!
Envyous day, what list thee so to spyen?
1455
What hastow lost, why sekestow this place,
Ther god thy lyght so quenche, for his grace?
209. Allas! what han thise loveres thee agilt,
Dispitous day? thyn be the pyne of helle!
For many a lovere hastow shent, and wilt;
1460