[516] Thane ſaith o maiſtir, “than ſuthly thus finde we;
Thar is no thing ſal ſucour nor reſkew,
Your worldly honore nedis moſt adew,
But throuch the watrye lyone and ek fyne,
[520] On throuch the liche and ek the wattir ſyne,
God knows what this should mean.
And throuch the conſeill of the flour; god wot
What this ſhude meñ, for mor ther-of we not.”
No word the king anſuerid ayane,
[524] For al this reſone thinkith bot in weyne.