Wherfore him to lye in soch perplexite,
What it myghte mene I gan to mysylfe recorde.
I shogged him, I shaked him, I ofte aboute him went,
And al to knowe why so care his carayn hyued;
His temples I rubbyd, and by the nose him hente;
Al as in vayne was, he coude nat be reuyued;
He waltered, he wende, and with himsilfe stryued,
Such countenaunce contynuyng; but or I parte the place,
Vp his hede he caste; whan his woful goste aryued,
Those wordes saynge with righte a pytous face: