Wot yhoue nocht that al liwis creatwre
Haith of thi wo in to his hand the cwre?
Though you call on trees, your lady hears not.
And ſet yhoue clep one erbis and one treis,
[100] Sche heris not thi wo, nore ȝhit ſche ſeis;
For none may know the dirkneß of thi thocht,
Ne blamyth her thi wo ſche knowith nocht.
And It is weil accordinge It be so
[104] He ſuffir harme, that to redreß his wo
Previdith not; for long ore he be ſonde,