And in solace taketh,
And alle manere meschiefs
9970
In myldenesse he suffreth.
Coveiteth he noon erthely good,
But hevene riche blisse,
Hath he anye rentes or richesse,
Or anye riche frendes.
"Of rentes nor of richesse
Ne rekketh he nevere;
And in solace taketh,
And alle manere meschiefs
9970
In myldenesse he suffreth.
Coveiteth he noon erthely good,
But hevene riche blisse,
Hath he anye rentes or richesse,
Or anye riche frendes.
"Of rentes nor of richesse
Ne rekketh he nevere;