'As how?' quod I; 'for yet I must be lerned by some
ensample.'
'Of love,' quod she, 'wol I now ensample make, sithen I knowe
the heed-knotte in that yelke. Lo! somtyme thou wrytest no
art, ne art than in no wil to wryte. And right as while thou
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wrytest nat or els wolt nat wryte, it is nat nedeful thee to wryte
or els wilne to wryte. And for to make thee knowe utterly that
thinges ben otherwise in the everlastinge presence than in
temporal tyme, see now, my good child: for somthing is in the