Forthi, my Sone, I wolde rede
That thou of these ensamples drede,
That for no lust of erthli love
Thou seche so to come above,
Wherof as in the worldes wonder
Thou schalt for evere be put under. 2400
P. iii. 82
Amans.
Mi goode fader, grant mercy,
For evere I schal be war therby: