For love is blind and may noght se,
Forthi may no certeinete
Be set upon his jugement,
Bot as the whiel aboute went[220] 50
He yifth his graces undeserved,[221]
And fro that man which hath him served
Fulofte he takth aweye his fees,
As he that pleieth ate Dees,[222]
And therupon what schal befalle
He not, til that the chance falle,