Which most is worth, and no reprise[532]
It takth ayein, hot softe and faire,
If eny thing stond in contraire,[533]
With humble speche it is redresced:
Thus was this yonge Maiden blessed,
The which I spak of now tofore,
Hire fader lif sche gat therfore, 3420
And wan with al the kinges love.
Forthi, my Sone, if thou wolt love,
It sit thee wel to leve Pride