‘I am none of thosè,’ said the Knight,
‘By Him that madè me;
An hundred winter here before
Mine anc’tors knights have be.
XLVIII
‘But oft it hath befal’n, Robin,
A man hath been disgrate[746];
But God, that sitteth in heaven above,
May amend his state.
XLIX
‘Within these two years, Robin,’ he said,
‘My neighbours well it kenn’d[747],
Four hundred pounds of good monèy
Full well then might I spend,
L
‘Now have I no good,’ said the Knight,
‘God hath shapen such an end,
But my children and my wife,
Till God it may amend.’
LI
‘In what mannèr,’ then said Robin,
‘Hast thou lorn[748] thy richess?’
‘For my great folly,’ he said,
‘And for my kindèness.