To fortheren trouthe, and wronges to punyce,
Why niltow doon a vengeaunce on this vyce?
245. O Pandare, that in dremes for to triste
1710
Me blamed hast, and wont art ofte up-breyde,
Now maystow see thy-selve, if that thee liste,
How trewe is now thy nece, bright Criseyde!
In sondry formes, god it woot,' he seyde,
'The goddes shewen bothe Ioye and tene
1715