Which he so sone put out of rémembraunce.'
La D. 'My hert, nor I, have don you no forfeyt,
790
By which ye shulde complayne in any kynde.
There hurteth you nothing but your conceyt;
Be juge your-self; for so ye shal it fynde.
Ones for alway let this sinke in your mynde—
That ye desire shal never rejoysed be!
795
Ye noy me sore, in wasting al this wynde;