Thei torne; and evere is Danger in o place,
Which wol noght change his will to do me grace.
Bot upon this the grete clerc Ovide,
Of love whan he makth his remembrance,
He seith ther is the blinde god Cupide,
The which hath love under his governance,
And in his hond with many a fyri lance[1706] 2270
He woundeth ofte, ther he wol noght hele;
And that somdiel is cause of mi querele.[1707]
Ovide ek seith that love to parforne