To carful well i nevere be,
How so it ever fare.
I have wepte al my fille,
I nele no more, i well be stille,
Goddes helpe is us ney;
Thanne come an aungel from hevene,
And spake to hym with mylde Stevene,
Of God that woneth on hey.
Be bold blithe, he seide, Eustace,
For in hevene is maad thi place,