Bot of long time gaderende,[909]
And duelleth in the herte loken,
Til he se time to be wroken; 860
And thanne he scheweth his tempeste
Mor sodein than the wilde beste,
Which wot nothing what merci is.
Mi Sone, art thou knowende of this?
Confessio Amantis.
My goode fader, as I wene,
Now wot I somdel what ye mene;