That thou hast drunken of the duale,
Which biter is, til god the sende
Such grace that thou miht amende. 390
[Prayer. Bacchus in the Desert.]
Bot, Sone, thou schalt bidde and preie
In such a wise as I schal seie,
That thou the lusti welle atteigne
Thi wofull thurstes to restreigne
Of love, and taste the swetnesse;
As Bachus dede in his distresse,