Beknowe and in mi schrifte telle:
Bot I a drauhte have of that welle,
In which mi deth is and mi lif,
Mi joie is torned into strif,
That sobre schal I nevere worthe,
Bot as a drunke man forworthe; 280
P. iii. 11
So that in londe where I fare[727]
The lust is lore of mi welfare,
As he that mai no bote finde.