[2300]But when for golden mountains he did gape,
He oped the purse, and only found a rape.
'Oh! what full anger redded o'er his looks!
What tides of rage and fury swelled his spleen!
He curseth her with candles, bells, and books;
And vowed ere long on her to wreak his teen.
'Ah me!' quoth he, 'such brittle things are lasses
Which one poor letter changeth unto glasses.'
Felice, now perceiving all was quiet,
Hearing no noise, unless a belly-blast