Ther nas no lak, in ought I can espyen;
815
But for to speken of hir eyen clere,
Lo, trewely, they writen that hir syen,
That Paradys stood formed in hir yën.
And with hir riche beautee ever-more
Strof love in hir, ay which of hem was more.
820
118. She sobre was, eek simple, and wys with-al,
The beste y-norisshed eek that mighte be,