To conforten the carefulle
A-combred with synne.
"Love is leche of lif,
And next oure Lord selve,
870
And also the graithe gate
That goth into hevene;
For-thi I seye, as I seide
Er by the textes,
Whan alle tresors ben tried,
To conforten the carefulle
A-combred with synne.
"Love is leche of lif,
And next oure Lord selve,
870
And also the graithe gate
That goth into hevene;
For-thi I seye, as I seide
Er by the textes,
Whan alle tresors ben tried,