Dede eny thing or loude or stille,
Which were noght mi ladi wille.
Men sein that every love hath drede;[461]
So folweth it that I hire drede, 6060
For I hire love, and who so dredeth,
To plese his love and serve him nedeth.
Thus mai ye knowen be this skile
That no Ravine don I wile
Ayein hir will be such a weie;
Bot while I live, I wol obeie