Thei token hem to the likinges
Of fleysshly lust, that chastete[1363]
Received was in no degre,
Bot every man doth what him liste.
And whan the king of Perse it wiste,
That thei unto folie entenden,
With his pouer, whan thei lest wenden, 4400
Mor sodeinly than doth the thunder
He cam, for evere and put hem under.[1364](4600*)
P. iii. 240