And waxe anon of thoght so full,
Wherof mi limes ben so dull, 150
I mai unethes gon the pas.[714]
For thus it is and evere was,[715]
Whanne I on suche thoghtes muse,
The lust and merthe that men use,
Whan I se noght mi ladi byme,
Al is foryete for the time
So ferforth that mi wittes changen
And alle lustes fro me strangen,