Fro suche tunges he me schilde.
And natheles this world is wilde
Of such jangling, and what befalle,[74]
My kinges heste schal nought falle,70*
That I, in hope to deserve
His thonk, ne schal his wil observe;
And elles were I nought excused,
For that thing may nought be refused
Which that a king himselve bit.[75]
Forthi the symplesce of my wit[76]