He never beter at ese was [his lyve].
1100
Ful was the feste of deyntees and richesse,
Of instruments, of song, and of gladnesse,
And many an amorous loking and devys.
(180)
[This Eneas is come to Paradys]
Out of the [swolow] of helle, and thus in Ioye
1105
Remembreth him of his estat in Troye.