His yhe is ther at every houre. 480
And whanne it draweth to the nyht,
If sche thanne is withoute lyht,
Anon is al the game schent;
For thanne he set his parlement
To speke it whan he comth to bedde,
And seith, ‘If I were now to wedde,[1509]
I wolde neveremore have wif.’[1510]
And so he torneth into strif
The lust of loves duete,