Of al that to a king belongeth,
Wherof min herte sore longeth
To wite what it wolde mene.
For be reson I wolde wene
That if I herde of thinges strange,[924]
Yit for a time it scholde change
Mi peine, and lisse me somdiel.
Confessor.
Mi goode Sone, thou seist wel. 2420
For wisdom, hou that evere it stonde,