Nowe wyl I cease of lusty rethoryke;
I may not tary, for my tyme is short;
For I must procede, and shew of Arismetrik
With divers nombres which I must reporte.
Hope inwardly doth me wel comforte,
To brynge my boke unto a fynyshment,
Of al my matter and my true entent.
CAP. XIV.
A COMMENDATION OF GOWER, CHAUCER, AND LYDGATE.
O thoughtful herte, tombled all aboute
Upon the se of stormy ignoraunce,