Never gentman so went toward heaven I thinke.[627]
Yet sirs as ye wyll the blisse of heaven win,
When he commeth to the grave lay hym softly in, 15
And all men take heede by this one Gentleman,
How you sette your love upon an unkinde woman:
For these women be all suche madde pievish elves,
They wyll not be woonne except it please them selves.
But in faith Custance if ever ye come in hell, 20
Maister Roister Doister shall serve you as well.