So wiste I nought wher of to yelpe,
Bot only that y hadde lore
My time, and was sori ther fore.
P. iii. 378
And thus bewhapid in my thought,
Whan al was turnyd in to nought,
I stod amasid for a while,
And in my self y gan to smyle
Thenkende uppon the bedis blake,
And how they weren me betake, 2960