Waitende upon oure hom cominge.’
And with the vois of his preiynge,
Which herd was to the goddes hihe,
He syh anon tofore his yhe
A wether, which the ground hath sporned;
And wher he hath it overtorned, 430
P. iii. 16
Ther sprang a welle freissh and cler,
Wherof his oghne boteler
After the lustes of his wille