That in her is no more oultrage Than in a childe of thre yere age. Why haft thou drede of fo good one, Whom alle vertue hath begone, That in her is no violence But goodly hede and innocence. Withouten spot of any blame. Ha, nice herte, fy for shame, A cowarde herte of love unlered, Wherof art thou fo fore afered, That thou thy tunge suffrest frese And wolt thy gode wordes lefe, Whan thou haft founde time and space, How fholdeft thou deserve grace, Whan thou thy felf darft axe none? But all thou haft foryete anone. And thus difpute in loves lore, But helpe ne finde I nought the more, But ftomble upon min owne treine And make an eking of my peine. For ever whan I thenke amonge, Howe all is on my felf alonge I fay: O fool of alle fooles Thou fareft as he betwene two stoles That wolde fit and goth to grounde. It was ne never fhall be founde Betwene foryetelneffe and drede, That man fhulde any cause fpede. And thus, min holy father dere, Toward my self, as ye may here, I pleigne of my foryetelneffe. But elles all the bufineffe, That may be take of mannes thought, Whan that he Tharbis wedded had, The name, and that was by refon, She thought, that there was such a one. But in good feith so may nought I. So nigh, that she min herte toucheth I may foryete her lefe ne loth. For over all where as she goth, Min herte folweth her aboute. Of thing that helpeth ofte nought. So that, my fader, of this flouthe For thus ftant my foryetelneffe Say now forth what ye My fone, I have wel herd, how thou Confeffor. Hic in amoris caufa Forthy pull up a besy herte, My fone, and let no thing afterte In the maner as it is write. King Demephon whan he by ship contra obliviofos po- To Troie ward with felaship nit confeffor exem plum, qualiter De- Sailend goth upon his mephon verfus bellum wey, Trojanum itinerando It hapneth him at Rodepey, a Phillide Rodopeie regina non tantum in As Eolus him hadde blowe hofpicium, fed etiam in amorem gaudio To londe and refted for a throwe. magno fufceptus eft, qui poftea ab ipfa And fell that ilke time thus, Troie defcendens re diturum infra certum That the doughter of Ligurgus, tempus fideliffime fe Which quene was of the contre, compromifit, fed quia huiufmodi promiffio- Was fojourned in that citee nis diem ftatutum poftmodum oblitus Within a caftel nigh the stronde, eft, Phillis oblivionem Demephontis lacri- Where Demephon cam up to londe. mis primo deplan gens, tandem cordula Phillis fhe hight and of yong age collo fuo circumligata in quodam corulo pre dolore fe mortuam fufpendit. And of ftature and of visage She had all that her best besemeth. A lufty knight, ne might afterte, |