To come ayein: god wot, ful litel reste
Hadde he that night; no-thing to slepe him leste.
159. The [laurer-crouned Phebus], with his hete,
Gan, in his course ay upward as he wente,
To warmen of the est see the wawes wete;
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And [Nisus doughter] song with fresh entente,
Whan Troilus his Pandare after sente;
And on the walles of the toun they pleyde,
To loke if they can seen ought of Criseyde.