Thereunto stands writ in goodly stave
Her way of life and her penance
And how and when all this did chance.
By these tokens I hold its truth for clear.
She lived the space of two full year,
Sithens the rings were fallen away,
Faithful in penance, as I heard say,
Ever to pleasure the Highest King.—
Take all in gree, without grutching,
This simple tale: ’twas writ for love,