“And then came the Nightingale to me
And said Friend, forsooth I thanke thee
That thou hast liked me to rescue,
And one avow to Love make I now
That all this May, I will thy singer be.
I thanked her, and was right well apaied,
Yea, quoth she, and be not thou dismaied,
Tho’ thou have heard the cuckoo erst than me;
For, if I live, it shall amended be,
The next May, if I be not affraied.”