It is and hath ben evere yit,
That so strong is no mannes wit, 770
Which thurgh beaute ne mai be drawe
To love, and stonde under the lawe
Of thilke bore frele kinde,
Which makth the hertes yhen blinde,
Wher no reson mai be comuned:[311]
And in this wise stod fortuned[312]
This tale, of which I wolde mene;
This wif, which in hire lustes grene