And love hir evere aliche hote,
That nouther yive ne behote
In rewardinge of mi servise
It list hire in no maner wise.
I wol noght say that sche is kinde,
And forto sai sche is unkinde,
That dar I noght; bot god above,[341]
Which demeth every herte of love, 5200
He wot that on myn oghne side
Schal non unkindeschipe abide: