And doth such thing withoute drede,
Wherof him oghte wel to drede. 1250
Bot whan that love assoteth sore,
It passeth alle mennes lore;
What lust it is that he ordeigneth,
Ther is no mannes miht restreigneth,[825]
And of the godd takth he non hiede:
Bot laweles withoute drede,
His pourpos for he wolde achieve[826]
Ayeins the pointz of the believe,