That nevere for no worldes good
Min herte untoward hire stod,
Bot only riht for pure love;
That wot the hihe god above.
Nou, fader, what seie ye therto?
Confessor.
Mi Sone, I seie it is wel do.
For tak of this riht good believe,[63]
What man that wole himself relieve
To love in eny other wise,