Thurghout the world in every lond
That every lif therof schal speke,
Hou sche hirself it scholde wreke.
Sche wepth, sche crith, sche swouneth ofte,
Sche caste hire yhen up alofte 3620
And seide among ful pitously:
‘A godd, thou wost wel it am I,[1436]
For whom Iphis is thus besein:
Ordeine so, that men mai sein
A thousend wynter after this,