Ne therwith was non armour yet be-bled;
For in that tyme who durst have be so wood
Suche bitter woundes that he nold have dred,
With-outen réward, for to lese his blood.
I wold oure tyme myght turne certanly,
And wise[[28]] maneres alwey with vs dwelle;
But love of hauyng brenneth feruently,
More fersere than the verray fuyre of helle.
Allas! who was that man that wold him melle