For though these men for love hem first to-rende,
Ful sharp biginning breketh ofte at ende.
114. How ofte tyme hath it y-knowen be,
The treson, that to womman hath be do?
To what fyn is swich love, I can nat see,
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Or wher bicomth it, whan it is ago;
Ther is no wight that woot, I trowe so,
Wher it bycomth; lo, no wight on it [sporneth];
That erst was no-thing, in-to nought it torneth.