I may wel wite, it nil not been my prow.
790
For wyse folk in bokes it expresse,
"Men shal not wowe a wight in hevinesse."
114. But who-so mighte winnen swich a flour
From him, for whom she morneth night and day,
He mighte seyn, he were a conquerour.'
795
And right anoon, as he that bold was ay,
Thoughte in his herte, 'happe, how happe may,