Out of the man himself it groweth;
And who that other wise troweth, 550
Behold the poeple of Irael:[141]
For evere whil thei deden wel,
Fortune was hem debonaire,
And whan thei deden the contraire,
Fortune was contrariende.
So that it proeveth wel at ende
Why that the world is wonderfull
And may no while stonde full,