It myght me comforte and ryght wel relefe.
And of him, than, I asked this question:
What was his name I prayd him to tel?
Counseyl, quod he; the which solucion
In my woful mynde whiche I like ryght wel.
And pryvely I did his lesson spel,
Sayeng to him, my chance and desteny
Of al other is the moste unhappy.
Why so? quod he; though fortune be straunge,
To you a whyle turnyng of her face,