Bot whether he schal lese or winne,
That wot noman til ate laste:
Forthi coveite noght to faste,
Mi Sone, bot abyd thin ende,[266]
Per cas al mai to goode wende.
Bot that thou hast me told and said,
Of o thing I am riht wel paid,[267]
That thou be sleyhte ne be guile
Of no brocour hast otherwhile 4570
Engined love, for such dede[268]