Of such a Contek as thei make:
Bot yit I mai noght will forsake,[950] 1190
That he nys Maister of my thoght,
Or that I spede, or spede noght.
Confessor.
Thou dost, my Sone, ayein the riht;
Bot love is of so gret a miht,
His lawe mai noman refuse,
So miht thou thee the betre excuse.
And natheles thou schalt be lerned