Thus beie I diere and have no love,[264]
That I ne mai noght come above[265]
P. ii. 279
To winne of love non encress.
Bot I me wole natheles
Touchende usure of love aquite;
And if mi ladi be to wyte, 4530
I preie to god such grace hir sende
That sche be time it mot amende.
Confessor.