Whan that I knowe it is the same 270

Which to mi ladi stant enclined,

And hath his love noght termined,

I am riht joifull in my thoght.

If such Envie grieveth oght,

As I beknowe me coupable,

Ye that be wys and resonable,

P. i. 169

Mi fader, telleth youre avis.

Confessor.