P. i. 140
Wolt nothing knowen of thi godd;
Which now for thee hath mad a rodd,[487]
Thi veine gloire and thi folie
With grete peines to chastie. 2900
And of the vois thou herdest speke,
Which bad the bowes forto breke
And hewe and felle doun the tree,[488]
That word belongeth unto thee;
Thi regne schal ben overthrowe,[489]