For it so longe passed is,
Sithe ferst than ye fro home wente,
That welnyh every man his wente[1104]
To there I am, whil ye ben oute,
Hath mad, and ech of hem aboute,[1105] 170
Which love can, my love secheth,
With gret preiere and me besecheth:
And some maken gret manace,
That if thei mihten come in place,
Wher that thei mihte here wille have,