To him anon the strengthe acrocheth,
Til with his hete it be devoured,
The tow ne mai noght be socoured.
P. ii. 316
And so that tirant raviner,[406]
Whan that sche was in his pouer,
And he therto sawh time and place,
As he that lost hath alle grace, 5630
Foryat he was a wedded man,
And in a rage on hire he ran,