‘O thou my sorwe and my gladnesse,
O thou myn hele and my siknesse, 280
O my wanhope and al my trust,
O my desese and al my lust,
O thou my wele, o thou my wo,
O thou my frend, o thou my fo,
P. i. 289
O thou my love, o thou myn hate,
For thee mot I be ded algate.[854]
Thilke ende may I noght asterte,