For wher that love his herte set,
Him thenkth it myhte be no bet;
And thogh it be noght fulli mete,[823]
The lust of love is evere swete.
Confessor.
Lo, thus togedre of felaschipe
Delicacie and drunkeschipe,
P. iii. 43
Wherof reson stant out of herre,
Have mad full many a wisman erre