The clerkis ſaith, “forſuth, and we haue ſene
They reply, that the matter is dark.
O thing whar-of, if we the trouth ſhal meñ,
Is ſo obſcure and dyrk til our clergye,
[512] That we wat not what It ſhal ſignefye,
Wich cauſith ws we can It not furth ſay.”
“Yis,” quod the king, “as lykith yow ye may,
For wers than this can nat be ſaid for me.”
A master says, there is no help but in the true watery lion, and in the leech, and in the flower.
THE CLERKS GIVE MYSTERIOUS ADVICE.