This Galathee, seith the Poete,
Above alle othre was unmete
Of beaute, that men thanne knewe,[547]
And hadde a lusti love and trewe,
A Bacheler in his degree,
Riht such an other as was sche,
On whom sche hath hire herte set,
So that it myhte noght be let
For yifte ne for no beheste,[548]
That sche ne was al at his heste. 130