I trowe ther be noman lesse,

Of eny maner worthinesse,

That halt him lasse worth thanne I

To be beloved; and noght forthi

I seie in excusinge of me,

To alle men that love is fre. 1930

And certes that mai noman werne;[404]

For love is of himself so derne,

It luteth in a mannes herte:

Bot that ne schal me noght asterte,[405]