Foryetel, slou and wery sone

Of every thing which is to done:

He is of kinde sufficant

To holde love his covenant,

Bot that him lacketh appetit,

Which longeth unto such delit. 420

De complexione Sanguinis.

What man that takth his kinde of thair,

He schal be lyht, he schal be fair,

For his complexion is blood.