Of lovedrunke, and that is routhe.
Confessio Amantis.
Ha, holi fader, al is trouthe
That ye me telle: I am beknowe
That I with love am so bethrowe,
And al myn herte is so thurgh sunke,
And yit I mai bothe speke and go.
Bot I am overcome so,
And torned fro miself so clene,