Confessor.
Thi word stant evere upon o place,[1469]
Bot yit therof thou hast a grace,
That thou thee myht so wel excuse
Of love such as som men use,[1470]
So as I spak of now tofore.
For al such time of love is lore, 190
And lich unto the bitterswete;
For thogh it thenke a man ferst swete,
He schal wel fielen ate laste