And though he or I in our matter digress or degrade,
Blame neither of us, for we never it made;
Simple, as I had insight, somewhat the rhyme I correct.
Blame I could no man, I have no person suspect.
Now, good God, grant us grace our souls never to infect,
Then we may reign in thy region eternally with thine elect.”
THE BOOK OF COURTESY
Here beginneth the First Book of Courtesy
WHOSO will of courtesy hear,
In this book it is made clear.