Ye wolde cesse of this; for god, thou wost,
1620
The [pure] spirit wepeth in myn herte,
To see yow wepen that I love most,
And that I moot gon to the Grekes ost.
Ye, nere it that I wiste remedye
To come ayein, right here I wolde dye!
1625
233. But certes, I am not so nyce a wight
That I ne can imaginen a way