of whom I here think to write something.
Of quhome I thynk her ſum thing for to writ
At louis charge, and as I cane, endit;
Set men tharin ſal by experiens
[208] Know my conſait, and al my negligens.
But because my ignorance cannot comprehend the French romance,
Bot for that ſtory is ſo paſing larg,
One to my wit It war ſo gret o charg
For to tranſlait the romans of that knycht;
[212] It paſſith fare my cunyng and my mycht,