I wot wel god me wol noght helpe.
What scholde I thanne of joies yelpe, 3410
Whan ther no bote is of mi care?
So overcast is my welfare,
That I am schapen al to strif.
Helas, that I nere of this lif,
Er I be fulliche overtake!’
And thus he wol his sorwe make,
As god him mihte noght availe:
Bot yit ne wol he noght travaile