Pytosly þenkande vpon þysse: 10
Of care and me ȝe made acorde,
Þat er watȝ grounde of alle my blysse.
My blysse, my bale, ȝe han ben boþe,
Bot much þe bygger ȝet watȝ my mon;
Fro þou watȝ wroken fro vch a woþe, 15
I wyste neuer quere my perle watȝ gon.
Now I hit se, now leþeȝ my loþe;
And, quen we departed, we wern at on;