Of any freend, to whom she dorste hir mone.
15. [Criseyde] was this lady name a-right;
100
As to my dome, in al Troyes citee
Nas noon so fair, for passing every wight
So aungellyk was hir natyf beautee,
That lyk a thing inmortal semed she,
As doth an hevenish parfit creature,
105
That doun were sent in scorning of nature.