Be alle weies how it ferde,
Til ate laste he knew and herde
How that an other hadde leve
To love there as he mot leve,
As forto speke of eny sped:
So that he knew non other red,
Bot forto wayten upon alle,[545]
Til he may se the chance falle
That he hire love myhte grieve,
Which he himself mai noght achieve. 120