That thei seie alle trewely,
And swere, that it am noght I.[716] 160
P. iii. 7
For as the man which ofte drinketh,
With win that in his stomac sinketh[717]
Wext drunke and witles for a throwe,
Riht so mi lust is overthrowe,
And of myn oghne thoght so mat
I wexe, that to myn astat
Ther is no lime wol me serve,