‘A signe it is,’ the wyht ansuerde,
‘Of an Empire:’ and forth he ferde
Al sodeinly, whan he that seide.
Uluxes out of slep abreide,
And that was riht ayein the day,
That lengere slepen he ne may.
Bernardus. Plures plura sciunt[853] et seipsos nesciunt.
Men sein, a man hath knowleching[854]
Save of himself of alle thing;
His oghne chance noman knoweth,