Trewe humble hertës with hir mistihede,
Nere comfort a-dayes, whan eyën clere
35
Disclose and sprede my lyves lady dere.
[A stanza lost; lines 36-42.]
¶ Je vouldray:—but [the] gret[e] god disposeth
And maketh casuel by his providence
45
Such thing as mannës frelë wit purposeth;
Al for the best, if that our conscience