Learns that what we love most we must lose at the last.
Loath are we to lose what little there is,
And we have our henchmen who will for pay sue.
The hayward[54] bodes harm if we have aught of his,
The bailiff[55] with blows shows how well he can do,
The woodward[56] awaits in the watched wilderness:
Neither riches nor rest will arise for us few.
Thus they pillage the poor, who have little of bliss,
And must sweat at their toil and waste away too.
He must needs waste away, whatever he swore,