And thus Vyrgyle, with crafty subtilnes,
Rewarded her falshode and doublenes.
All this I tell though that I be a fole,
To the, yong knight, for thou maist go to schole,
In tyme commyng of true love to learne.
Beware of that for thou canst not decerne
Thy ladies mynde: though that she speake the fayre,
Her harte is false, she wyll no truthe repayre.
Nay, quod I, they are not all disposed
So for to do as ye have here disclosed.