Som time he slowtheth in a day
That he nevere after gete mai. 20
Now, Sone, as of this ilke thing,
If thou have eny knowleching,
That thou to love hast don er this,
Tell on.
Confessio Amantis.
Mi goode fader, yis.
As of lachesce I am beknowe
That I mai stonde upon his rowe,