This Fievere is evere to beginne,
For where he comth he can noght ende,
Til deth of him have mad an ende. 530
For thogh so be that he ne hiere
Ne se ne wite in no manere
Bot al honour and wommanhiede,
Therof the Jelous takth non hiede,[1514]
Bot as a man to love unkinde,
He cast his staf, as doth the blinde,[1515]
And fint defaulte where is non;