His flodes, that so fersly they ne growen
To drenchen erthe and al for ever-mo;
And if that Love ought lete his brydel go,
Al that now loveth a-sonder sholde lepe,
And lost were al, that Love halt now [to-hepe].
1765
253. So wolde god, that auctor is of kinde,
That, with his bond, [Love of his vertu liste]
To cerclen hertes alle, and faste binde,
That from his bond no wight the wey out wiste.