With hir as muche as creature on-lyve,
495
How sholde I that foryete, and that so blyve?
O where hastow ben hid so longe in muwe,
That canst so wel and [formely] arguwe?
72. Nay, nay, god wot, nought worth is al thy reed,
For which, for what that ever may bifalle,
500
With-outen wordes mo, I wol be deed.
O deeth, that endere art of sorwes alle,